Sunday, October 23, 2005

2 Terrible Things

1. Tuckerville. Remember when the Discovery channel was like a more-accessible National Geographic/History Channel? Well, no more. They're now the "Fox News" among other edu-tainment themed stations. This show was on last night and, because I have no life, I watched an entire episode. I felt dirty afterward. Like I needed a long shower and/or HazMat hose down. As far as I can tell, it's just a sad, sad show, filled with way too many bedazzled outfits and fanny packs. And if you ever wanted another reason to quit smoking, just watch it so you can see Tanya's "Executive Assistant," Annie.

2. As I was channel surfing last night, I kept checking in on Astros to see how they were doing in their first ever World Series game. I don't care about baseball, or the Astros, but I felt it was my duty as a Texan. Anyway, one of the times I flipped over to the game, I was apalled to see Liz "Fuck and Run" Phair singing "God Bless America" to the Windy City crowd. WHAT? My 90s beacon of all things cool is singing a shmalzty patriotic number in the middle of Cominsky Park...oh, excuse me, "U.S. Cellular Park"? I don't know whether to laugh or throw up.


Karla said...

That's a bummer about Discovery. It was my favorite channel here in Snorway until we moved and didn't have it anymore. I miss the show about those guys who build motorcycles and "Mythbusters". ARe those still on?

By the way, if those two things are the worst things happening in your life right now? I say "You go girl"!

Badger said...

It could be worse. You could have done what I did last night and watched VH1's "100 Most Metal Moments" followed by "Breaking Bonaduce". I not only need a shower and a hazmat hosedown, I need rehab. And possibly new corneas.

My verification word is yoyiyman. WTF?!

Ellen@BestBlogContest said...

I watched Tuckerville last night and liked it! I did find her outfits funny, though, but at least her kids aren't drugged out problems like The Osbournes. Tanya seems really nice.

Amy said...

Dexter and I were watching VH1 last night, and Max just happened to come in during Gwar's Most Metal Moment. Of course he thought they were the rockingest of all rockers EVER.

There are days that I am not convinced he is really my son.