Those Hispanics Are Stupid

I'm late to it, but last week's Survivor sure had some entertaining moments.
That whole "let's throw the challenge so we can boot off our weak link" idea was terrifically idiotic.  It shows an absolute lack of foresight on their part.  Okay, so they didn't like Billy, and Billy wasn't participating in the group dynamic to their liking.  That's fine.  But strategically, the thing to do is to keep Billy around until you legitimately lose a challenge, and then snuff out his ass (gross visual).  Instead, they selfishly get  rid of him, and sure the dynamic in the camp may be more harmonious (I doubt it), but they are now in a situation where they can't afford to lose a challenge.  They should have sucked it up and put up with Billy's lack of social interaction until they needed to lose him.  Any way you slice it, it was a stupid move.
The whole division by races thing is interesting.  I never had a problem with it, as really, it's no different than last year when they divided the groups by age and by sex.  No difference.  That there was outrage and huffiness about it just shows how uncomfortable America is about race, imo.  Now that it's done, though, I find it very interesting how the people involved in the various tribes are hyper aware of their racial-ness.  When they break down the "race-tribes" and separate into two tribes or whatever they'll do, I think the bonds of race that many had formed will remain pretty strong throughout the rest of the season.  At least, moreso than bonds of age did last time.  I found the small discussion that was happening in the American-Asian group regarding Cao Boi's poor taste in racial jokes to be unsatisfying.
Finally, at Tribal Council, Billy's proclamation that he and Candice? are in Twooo Wuvvv was a fantastic What The Hell?  It came absolutely out of nowhere and threw everyone for a loop.  I can't wait for the moment when someone asks Candice about her feelings for Billy.  It'll be a heartbreaker for sure.
A pretty good episode, all in all.


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Those Hispanics Are Stupid

I'm late to it, but last week's Survivor sure had some entertaining moments.
That whole "let's throw the challenge so we can boot off our weak link" idea was terrifically idiotic.  It shows an absolute lack of foresight on their part.  Okay, so they didn't like Billy, and Billy wasn't participating in the group dynamic to their liking.  That's fine.  But strategically, the thing to do is to keep Billy around until you legitimately lose a challenge, and then snuff out his ass (gross visual).  Instead, they selfishly get  rid of him, and sure the dynamic in the camp may be more harmonious (I doubt it), but they are now in a situation where they can't afford to lose a challenge.  They should have sucked it up and put up with Billy's lack of social interaction until they needed to lose him.  Any way you slice it, it was a stupid move.
The whole division by races thing is interesting.  I never had a problem with it, as really, it's no different than last year when they divided the groups by age and by sex.  No difference.  That there was outrage and huffiness about it just shows how uncomfortable America is about race, imo.  Now that it's done, though, I find it very interesting how the people involved in the various tribes are hyper aware of their racial-ness.  When they break down the "race-tribes" and separate into two tribes or whatever they'll do, I think the bonds of race that many had formed will remain pretty strong throughout the rest of the season.  At least, moreso than bonds of age did last time.  I found the small discussion that was happening in the American-Asian group regarding Cao Boi's poor taste in racial jokes to be unsatisfying.
Finally, at Tribal Council, Billy's proclamation that he and Candice? are in Twooo Wuvvv was a fantastic What The Hell?  It came absolutely out of nowhere and threw everyone for a loop.  I can't wait for the moment when someone asks Candice about her feelings for Billy.  It'll be a heartbreaker for sure.
A pretty good episode, all in all.


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Pay Me My Money Down

Every time he plays, it's like his first time, what with the enthusiasm and enjoyment.
Here's The Boss on a recent Conan O'Brien show, singing a Pete Seeger tune (from Bruce's latest album, covers of Seeger tunes):

Butch, Sundance & Pamela Anderson

You may remember a couple of months ago, I was approached by a sort of grassroots marketing company and asked if I'd be interested in reviewing the newly released DVD of Pamela Anderson and posting it to my blog.  Of course you remember.  This blog is very important to you.  Anyway, I said I'd be delighted to do that (no qualms here about being a shill for the Hollywood machine).  So they sent me the DVD and I watched it, and posted what I thought was a fairly un-shill like review.  I'm not going to bother to find the post and provide a link to it, because somehow that implies these posts have worth.  And while I suspect a number of readers get disconsolate if I don't post something fresh for them to read each day, and they would argue that these posts do have worth, at least to them, I prefer to think of these posts as empty vessels.
So, I reviewed it and that was that.  Until today, when the same company emails me and asks if I'd be interested in presenting another review.  Whereas last time I had to trek through the sludge of comedy that focused far too much on Miss Anderson's gaping beaver (alleged)  (Alleged gaping, not alleged beaver, because I think we're all pretty sure she's not got dangling participles down there), this time I may have struck gold.  I'll be sent a DVD of a new collector's edition of one of my favourite movies:  Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.

And just now, having re-read those last couple of sentences, I realise how sad and pathetic it is to create a post about how one is excited about the anticipation of receiving a free DVD in return for being something of a corporate whore.
No.  I will not allow myself to fall for that kind of talk.  I am a valued member of the critical press.  My opinion is cherished.

It is also for sale.  If anyone else wants to send me stuff in return for my honest opinion of it, I'll gladly listen to your offers.  Perhaps you have a photo you took, and you have no idea if it's Art.  Send it to me, and I'll tell you.  Maybe you're in charge of soliciting low-ranking bloggers for their opinions on how well the latest video iPod works.  Send me one, and I'll tell the world what I think.  Maybe you sell frozen beefsteak from the western provinces and are trying to get a foothold here in Eastern Canada.  Ship some steaks my way and I'll cook 'em up and eat 'em.  Then I'll tell the great multitudes of readers (conservatively estimated now at at least tens of ones) whether they're worth purchasing.

I'll Say It... I'm In Love With Prince

So, there's about 15 minutes of air-time to kill yet, before the last-minute announcement of who is the next American Idol.  It's been an hour and 45 minutes of some really awful medley songs from "the idols" and some slightly better songs from some special guest stars.
We come back from a commercial break and Ryan's at the podium.  He tells us that that's it for the guest stars, no more surprises.  So, immediately I know there's gonna be another surprise.  Especially with 15 minutes left.  He continues talking and I'm wondering if it's gonna be some lame-duck music icon from decades past, or some lame-duck pseudo-icon from present day.  All of a sudden, Ryan gets interrupted by some horn blasts, and the lights go all funky.
It's a little jarring, and takes me about two seconds to realise that *this* is the surprise.  Okay, so who's it gonna be?  Cut to the stage and these two sexy women are dancing.  At the back of the stage, the doors open and somebody is silhouetted.  Somebody small.  He does some Michael Jackson dance moves (or should I say James Brown?).  Surely it's not Michael, I think to myself.  And then, even before that thought finishes, I understand.  I understand but cannot possibly comprehend.  Because, right there, on the TV, during American Idol... right there, is Prince.
Prince.  On American Idol. 
The thought that it's some Prince impersonator shoots through my mind, but I don't believe it.  Yet I cannot believe what I'm seeing.
Prince. On American Idol.
And I gotta say:  He frigging owned that stage.  He sings a coy version of Lolita (from his latest, great album 3121), and he looks like he's having lots of fun. 
Song ends and I'm very happy.  What a fantastic surprise!  And what a way to end the season.  Prince.  On American Idol.
Then he sings a second frigging song!  (Satisfied, also from 3121).
After that, I think Taylor Hicks won the competition.  I don't care about that, though.  Friggin' Prince was on American Idol.

Here's the YouTube video.  It may not be available for long, so watch it early:


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Wise Man Say, Fools Rush In

I always get nervous when American Idol has theme nights where they attempt to tackle songs that are so iconic, such as tonight's Elvis Night.  So many of these songs are so ingrained in our heads that it becomes really difficult to put your own unique, individual stamp on them.  Of course, when you're talking about American Idol, "unique" and "individual" aren't concepts that should be expected, so what difference, eh?
The Wise Man in this post's title refers, of course, to Simon Cowell, who absolutely got his criticism perfectly right for each of the performers.  He was spot on with each and every song.  And the Fools Rush In part refers, of course, to the voters who will vote Katharine through, and vote Elliott home this week, based more on their looks than on their talents.
It's pretty obvious to me that Elliott has been the cream of the crop these past few weeks.  (or, creme de la crap, if you're not a fan of his).  Yet, he doesn't stand a chance of going any further than this week, I don't think, because he's not the poster boy for Idolation.  Both his songs tonight were fantastic, I thought.  It will be interesting to see if his decision (I assume it's *his* decision and not a handler's) to sing lesser-known songs will work to his advantage or his disadvantage.  On one hand, he sang them beautifully and with emotion and feeling (something the other three lack, I think).  On the other hand, people may go "is that even an Elvis song?  I don't like him for not singing my favourite Elvis song and for making me think.  And for making me look at his face, as it contorts into weird shapes.  And that tooth-gap."
So, good luck, Elliott.  I will be totally amazed if you make it past this week, but you absolutely deserve to.  I wasn't a fan early on, as you never really seemed to reach the potential of your voice.  But lately, as Randy would say "Dude, you brought it!"
Taylor, quite simply, has got to stop doing that silly little step-dance-step dance thing that he does when he sings up-tempo "fun" songs.  It's an ill-fitting suit, that dancing, Taylor.  His performance of "In The Ghetto" started out okay, but as soon as he stood up, he seemed to lose the honesty of the song and tried to fake the emotion for the rest of it.  He lost me at that point.
Chris, again, did a really good job, but, again, he seems to lack any sense of emotion, or connection to the lyrics that he's singing.  But he fakes emotion really well.  I suspect that America will buy it and be satisfied with him as their Idol.
Katharine, in my opinion, deserves to leave the show.  I doubt she will, though, because that would mean no more women left, and we can't have that.  The last few weeks, she seems to be really reaching to find the truth of the songs she sings, and ends up, for me, over-singing.  That's what she did tonight.  While Paula may like the fun and bouncy Katharine from the first song, I did not.  I don't think fun and bouncy is her forte.  Sexy and seductive is her forte, whether we like it or not.  Her rendition of Can't Help Falling In Love missed the mark for me, too.  I'd say it suffered from the Rita MacNeil Syndrome.  If you've ever seen Rita sing, she always has a smile on her face, regardless of the content of the songs she sings.  Her smile often belies the sadness that is inherent in a song.  Katharine, too, falls prey to that effect.  Can't Help Falling In Love is a tricky song, when you look at the lyrics.  It's not really a straight-forward love song.  It's not like the singer is embracing the love that s/he is in.  It's just that s/he can't help feeling the love.  As she was singing that song tonight, I thought that the perfect direction to give a singer who's singing that song is to imagine that you're singing it to someone you love, but who is, say, physically abusive towards you.  I think in that direction, the sad truth of the lyrics could come out.
Anyway,  Katharine was, by far, the weakest tonight.  But she should be safe because she's the last female in the competition.
Elliott will go, because I sense that America just doesn't have the love for him that they do for the other three.  And American Idol is all about that love.  It's not so much about the ability to convey emotion or a sense of understanding the lyrics of what you're singing.   Just look pretty enough, honey, and the voice pitch machine will fix all the rest.



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Mission Impossible III - Trailer Review

This is the start of what may become a new semi-irregular feature here at The Annekenstein Monster - Theatrical Trailer Reviews.  It's not very often that I go to the movies.  While I don't find the admission price to be too much of a deterrent, the allure of the acutely-expensive popcorn/pop/etc, and the generally poor theatre etiquette of others are more than enough to keep me away.
But I like talking about movies, and since the trailers pretty much give away the whole plot anyway, I figure a smart (ass) review of the trailer should suffice.

So, here's my review of the theatrical trailer for Mission:Impossible III, which opens tomorrow, world-wide:
As we open on a crisp, blue night-timey cityscape, it's apparent right away that there's gonna be some cold-blooded killing going on.  Close in on Tom Cruise, standing on top of a building.  A crisp, blue, glass-encased building, so you know it's just begging to be broken into.  Or, jumped off of.  Tom looks angry - "Tibbets Is Tough" Angry.  But we don't know why.  Perhaps he's just been interviewed about Scientology again?  Maybe the placenta tasted 'off'?  Zoom in, ever in, to perform a retinal scan of his eye.  Turns out it's the man they call Ethan Hunt, the Mission Impossiblist, and, judging by the thing that's burning (either it's a fuse, or his penis) he's angry because a) there's not much time left until something blows or b) Katie just gave him an STD.  Maybe the plot involves trying to get an STD antidote?
Immediatley after the credits, as soon as he puts on the welding glasses, the action starts and you get the feeling it won't let up again for the whole 2 or 3 minutes of the trailer.  BAM: get out a gun BAM: meet Truman Capote (maybe the plot does involve STD's?) BAM: meet the girl BAM: meet Larry Fishburne, the guy they got when they couldn't get Sam Jackson BAM: meet the explosives.  BAM: slow down for some expositional character acting, where the plot gets revealed. Something about Capote looking for some In Cold Blood Redux.  Great acting at this moment, from Cruise particularly, as he looks at the girl, looking all intense and not even moving, hardly.  Can you say "People's Choice"?  Then, right after the sell-line "This summer, the mission, begins" (excellent work by the way, PR guys.  Top notch line-selling), out of nowhere, comes the weld-spectacled Cruise and it's all "Explosives, meet BAM!"  And, literally, (SPOILER ALERT!!!) everything starts blowing up and things fly and fall everwhere as we see, I'm pretty sure, scenes from previous Mission Impossible movies (perhaps to catch us up?).  Helicopters zoom, boats zim, rubberized dummy heads shimmer, motorcycles motor, and people everywhere look so sexy and hot with all kinds of implements and devices in their hands.  I'll say this for Cruise, nobody runs with more intensity than Tom Cruise.  Except, maybe, Forrest Gump.  But for Ethan Hunt, Life is Like A Box of Explosives (you can have that one, PR guys), and to avoid it all, he runs and jumps and kisses and punches, and rides and drives and jumps some more.  Wow!  I'm exhausted!  And there's still 25 seconds to go!
Finally, we come to the climax of the trailer, and what a climax it is.  Check out this dialogue:
Cruise:  You'll never get what you want!!!
Truman Capote:  You don't think I'll do it!!!!! (and it is NOT a question!  Because you KNOW he damn well will!)
Then, in a marvellous super-agent moment, Cruise is running down a bridge, and a car explodes directly behind him.  Miraculously, instead of forward, the impact waves cause him to be blown sideways (don't think he hasn't asked Katie for that, either) into a car.
And that's the end.
All in all, an action packed trailer.  But, really, if you've seen one Mission:Impossible III trailer, you've pretty much seen them all.  Only check it out if you've got a huge Cruise Missile in your pants for Tom (you can have that one, E!DailyTonight guys)

Trailer for Mission:Impossible III


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The Idol To Interest Ratio

I just realised that my CAAIQ (Caring About American Idol Quotient) is inversely proportionate to the number of contestants still involved in the show.  Don't get me wrong, I'm still interested.  I still watch.  But, as the numbers dwindle (there are, for only a few more hours, still five contestants left), my apathy as to who wins increases.  Of course, at the beginning of each season, I still don't care who wins, but I do have to admit that my CAAIQ is at least two points higher (with a 3.4 +/- accuracy rating).
Each week, it seems, it dawns on me with more clarity just how unlikely it'd be that I'd ever buy (or even illegally download) an album from any of these people.  None of the remaining contestants, I don't think, would produce music that would come close to my tastes in music.  That goes for every contestant whoever appeared.
So, with little care in my heart, here I go with my somewhat-weekly diagnosis of the week's performances and my choice of odds-on favourites to leave the competition.

Two songs each, last night.  Sometimes I think to myself, I should grab a pen and pencil (or get a laptop) and write down song choices, and thoughts as they came to me while I watched.  But that would seem too much like work, so no thanks.  I'll do that when somebody approaches me with money to write these worthless weekly wrapups.  That is to say, I'll not ever do that.

Elliott - I'm sorry, Elliott, but I don't know if your name has one or two 'l's or one or two 't's... I go with two of each.  I gotta say, Elllllliottttt has really turned it up a couple of notches the past couple of weeks.  Last night, I thought he was the strongest in terms of being consistently good with both songs.  His vocals have really seemed to improve, mostly, I think, due to increased confidence.  Or at least the appearance of increased confidence.  I still think his looks will ultimately fail him, as will Ryan's propensity to Jewify the pronunciation of his last name.  It might very well be the way it's pronounced, but I think The Ignorant Heartland of Ammurika would prefer Jewish names to be pronounced more like "Smith".  At this point in the competition, the fickle audience is looking for any reason to oust a competitor, and two plausible exit-strategies for Elliott are 1) his poor dental work and rather cro-magnon forehead, and 2) the pronunciation of his last name.  Number two wouldn't be an issue if Ryan (whose "Seacrest" is no doubt an Ammurikanized variation on Seacrestenberg) would pronounce it "YA-min" instead of "yah-MEAN".  His singing has grown on me over the past couple of weeks.  His personality, not so much.  Yet it is growing.

Paris - I believe a number of weeks ago, I wrote a post suggesting that Paris sing Prince's "Kiss", to really ruffle the "keep her a 16 year old virgin forever" puritans out there.  Last night, she sang it.  If my post had anything to do with her choosing it, I apologize to everyone.  I thought it was terrible.  She  took everything great about the song (the sexiness, the naughtiness, the purpleness) and blanderized it.  Maybe it was the arrangement.  No, it was Paris.  Her second song was no better.  I think the pressure's getting to her.  She's trying too hard at not trying too hard.

Chris - Speaking of trying too hard. Chris, buddy, you gotta open up your heart and let the sun shine in, friend.  You sing from a very dark place.  Admittedly, you sing really well from that dark place, but man, are you ever getting boring with your serious attitude.  Song One you knocked the socks off it.  Song Two you sang too hard and in so doing, exposed the weakness in your talent.  You give it all you have, from the throat up, but you give your songs no soul, which lies deeper.  (Ugh on me for writing that sentence).  Seriously, dude, you probably deserve to win, but man, lighten up.

Katharine - I realised last night what it is about her that keeps me from embracing her as much as everyone else.  She reminds me of Catherine Zita Jones Douglas.  She's got the same stature as the woman Michael Douglas has sex with.  Her closeups reveal the same sheen and glimmer of just-too-much makeup that CZJD has.  Mind you, if she reminded me of a pre-Douglas Catherine Zita Jones, then all bets off, she wins my heart.  But, the Michael-Douglas era Catherine has an aura of smirch about her.  And so does this Katharine.  Nope, can't root for her.  And once I made that Zita Jones connection, the performance of her songs became irrelevant to me.  I think, though, that her songs were rather ordinary. Nothing to write home about.

Taylor - Taylor has got to stop dancing and trying to force his goofy, jokey sensibilities on Ammurika.  Yeah he loves to sing, yeah he has a great voice, yeah he's passionate about it all, yeah he doesn't mind looking the fool expressing himself... all these things should add up to a winning guy.  But they don't.  Because of the dancing.  Because in that dancing, he shows us just how much (as Simon truthed it) he looks like anyguy at anywedding.  And, he's not strong with upbeat songs, I don't think.  When he does those, he becomes a moderate talent.  But when he sings soulful and bluesy, like he did on "Something", well, it's like he's another person altogether.  I really enjoyed his rendition of that song, and thought it only lacked due to the necessary brevity of its arrangement.

The five, in order of their performance last night:

Elliott
Chris
Taylor
Katharine
Paris

I think Paris will go tonight.  At the beginning of the competition, I would have thought she was a sure Top Three candidate, but the last few weeks, she's been slipping quite a bit in both the quality of her performances, and in the number of votes she gets, comparitively.
If not Paris, then I can see anyone else, except Chris, leaving.  I would only be surprised tonight, if Chris leaves.


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Will You Be My Friend?

I just signed up to Frappr, which is a kind of cool Google Maps way to view where your friends and acquaintances are, globally speaking.  It'd be superkeen if you took the time to visit my map and add yourself.  Click the link, won't you?
The Annekenstein Monster's Friend Map - Friend Map by Frappr Maps



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Katharine MacPhee's White Panties

I was a bit worried about American Idol's theme this week:  Love Songs, as interpreted by Andrea Bocelli (who, coincidentally, has a new album out!  Imagine that!  What luck that Mr. Bocelli is a fan of American Idol, and has an album to hock at the same time!), with help from producer David Foster.
Okay, I can handle Andrea Bocelli (who, it turns out, was a pretty ineffectual assistant to the Idols. At least what we saw on the show), but my fear came when I heard David Foster and his egotistical smugness would also be an on-screen presence.  I'm not a fan of the pap that David Foster puts out, and feared that this would be an hour of ugliness.  Turns out that Foster really seemed to put "the kids" through the paces and was likely a necessary alternative to the sycophants who most likely surround these people all week long.  So, my respect for David Foster goes up a notch or two, for giving honest criticism and, at the same time, trying to help the Idols do their best.
Ugh.
Katharine MacPhee starts off.  Has anyone else noticed, that in the last three weeks, Katharine has really amped up the "I am making love to you, through the camera" sexuality?  Last week it was atrociously obvious.  This week, slightly less so, but still a full blast of "I am HOT".  Her singing this week, I thought, was "meh".  Not the greatest, but nothing bad enough to endanger her.  I agree with whichever judge it was that said she is not at her best, vocally, when she tries to push it.
But, how she sings really doesn't matter at the moment, because right now, she is all about selling The Idea of Love.  Every ounce of her being is thrusting itself into Turning On The Boys.  Sex sells, baby, and I'm riding that pony all the way to the top!!  I'm wondering now, when they cut to her crying father, if he's crying because of the beauty he hears in the song, or because he's forced to witness the transformation of his virginal daughter into a high-class hooker?
Last night, she was literally spilling out of her yellow dress.  Her oh-so-tight dress.  Her breasts were pushed so high that I was scared they'd get nosebleeds.  And then there was the slit.  Near the end of her performance, when she really started pushing the song, a part of the slit on her dress comes undone (I assume it was taped together?) and she began showing a whole heck of a lot of leg.  As I was watching her performance, I was noticing what I thought was a panty line on the side of her hip (due, I guess, to the tightness of the dress).  I was thinking that she should have gone panty-less, to rid herself of the panty-line problem.  Well, good thing she wasn't panty-less, because when she started strutting up the stage, near the end of her song, her wardrobe malfunction gave us all the briefest brief look at her briefs.  Her white briefs.  I'm sure of it.  I wasn't imagining it.  And, yeah, it titillated me a bit.  I thought, for a moment, about searching the internet, to see if there was a picture of the moment somewhere (you know, to show you), but I didn't.  I also thought about downloading the show and getting a still image of "the event" from the video.  But I really don't want to be that guy.  I'd rather be the guy who advertises it in the title of the post.
So, Katharine will be safe, due to her sexuality.
Elliott, I had all but given up on you.  I kept hearing other people giving you credit for your talents, but I never saw them materialize, my friend.  You've always come up short.  Last night, though, you blew them all away.  The first 3/4 of the song, you were superb.  The last 1/4 you started to lose your sense of power, and I could feel the old trepidation and nerves seeping back into your performance.  But you held them off enough.  Easily, this was Elliott's best performance of the season.  Therefore, he will be leaving the show tonight.  Stupid voters.
The only reason Kelly is still around is that the stupid voters like her stupid personality.  She is an onion that they can relate to.  Last week, her singing was just awful.  This week, equally hideous.  And her makeup was ugly ugly ugly.  She looked like a whore.  A male whore dressed up as a woman whore.  An old, ugly male whore, dressed up as an old ugly woman whore.  I mean, it was terrible.  Kelly, I think the Stupid Train is leaving tonight.  You really deserve to be gone from the competition.  I don't even know if you ever belonged.  You are a robot.  A stupid robot.  A Stubot.
Paris' performance was powerfully understated, I thought.  She sang very well, didn't over-sing it, was full of emotion, and yet, it left me wanting.  I'm not sure why?  Actually, I think I do.  She sang "Memories" and I don't know if she knew whether she was supposed to sing happy or sing sad.  So she sang both.  I don't think she understood the song.  That, plus the song is shit.  Ugh.  I hate Babs so much.
Taylor gave another sub-standard performance that suffered from his flat, empty performance.  I don't believe he was "into" the song.  He was singing the words, but only pretending to feel them.  It showed.
Chris was the second best, last night, I thought, behind Elliott.  As good as he is, his singing bores me now.  Isn't that strange, how he can be the one you pin your hopes on (well, you know, your American Idol hopes, which, really, are the cheapest hopes in your chest) a few weeks ago, and now he just sits there, in his Alterna-Rocker Safety-Tub, bathing in his own wondrousness.  Who the heck are David Foster and Andrea Bocelli to dare try and teach Chris to be a better technical singer.  Like they said, he's all in his head.
Ugh.  Too many words.  Who cares!
Bottom Three tonight:  Kelly, Elliott, Taylor

The Idol with the lowest number of votes.... will be revealed, right after the break.
[break] [/break]
Kelly.


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Paula Abdul Tells Police She Was Assaulted

Yeah, I thought AI's "Country Week" was pretty horrible, but not to the point where a judge would want to press charges.

Okay, here's the real story.  Argued with a guy at a private party, grabbed her arm, threw her against a wall, she claims she sustained a concussion and spinal injuries.
I think it was her dealer.  She was a couple of weeks late in paying for her supply of pills.  You know, the ones that make her all "you are a wondrous waterfall of butterflies when you sing" and causes her to hear badly sung notes as if they are on pitch.  So, Dealer gets a little rough with her, doesn't give her this week's supply.  That's why she was so much more willing, this week, to actually criticize the contestants.  Did anyone else notice that?  She seemed much more cognizant and more willing to be honestly critical.
There, that's my theory.

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American Idol Into The 21st Century!!!

Last night, the American Idol kids (and their Uncle Taylor) performed songs from the 21st Century.  Today, as I sit in the early years of that same 21st century, I rank their performances.  I will start with the best performance and sink to the bottom of the barrel.

Taylor was the best of the bunch last night.  I don't think I'd like to hang out with Taylor, because I think he'd spend most of the night looking for a microphone to sing into, so he'd be able to rid his soul of some, well, soul.  Men need to ejaculate every so often, to relieve the pressure of built up semen.  To Taylor, I think soulfulness is his semen.  It just builds up in him and he has to release it.  Those who tuned in to last night's show saw him wank off in a pretty controlled way.  Simon wanted Taylor to stroke a bit harder, but Taylor said he just wanted to sing tonight, not to show off.  I found that to be a very interesting comment and makes me think that Taylor is pretty astute in knowing what he needs to do to make it far in the competition.  When I started this paragraph, I honestly didn't know I'd be heading towards that Soulful Stage Masturbation analogy.

Paris was quite good, I thought.  She has incredible stage-presence for a 17 year old, and her voice is always exceptional.  As she was shaking her underage booty pretty good at one point, I knew that at least one of the judges would tell her to portray her age more.  I am not sure, but I think at least one did.  But I think that's bad advice, or at least, cowardly.  I think that advice has more to do with them thinking that their viewers (ie, America) can't handle sexuality from someone that age.

Elliott was pretty good, I thought.  I appreciated the jazzy version of that song he did (I'm always terrible remembering the names of the songs they perform).  I did get the sense that he was kind of always singing on the verge of total catastrophe last night, and didn't look particularly at ease.  He strayed away from the proper notes a couple of times, and yeah, his stage presence leaves much to be desired, but I thought he was good.  He doesn't have the face of an Idol, though.  A good radio-face, his.

Chris performed his song well, but I was glad Simon called him on singing the same types of songs week after week.  Been there, done that, Chris.  Now we need to see something else from you.  Interesting, too, to hear Simon comment on how a Creed song doesn't fit in with the American Idol experience.  It must be such a tug-of-war for people like Chris and Elliott and Taylor to feel the need to conform to fit the Idol model, yet aspire to keep their individual and unique spirits alive.  Wow, what a touchy-feely sentence that was.

Katharine was just okay, I thought.  I got a little angry with the way the judges talked up her performance as if it was odorless shit.  It's pretty obvious that they are trying to get her to go as far in the competition as she can, and are more than willing to lie to get her there.

Mandisa did a super job singing her gospel song, but I thought exactly like Simon did.  That it was totally self-indulgent.  I really didn't like her for forcing that on us.  And yes, I realise that "forcing" is only possible if I don't have access to a remote or movable legs.  But that couch was comfy, and the remote was a bit more than arm's reach away.  So, yeah, I was Forced to listen to her preaching to me.

Bucky did a good job singing his country song.  I didn't like the country song and I don't like Bucky's country persona. 

Ace has so fallen off the radar. I think his good looks are even starting to fail him.  I noticed a few times last night that he's resorted to those smoldering-sexy-look-into-the-camera moves to try and compensate for his lack of talent.  What's his name from last season did that all the time.  And I am gleeful that I honestly cannot remember what's his name's name.  Gleeful!

I didn't actually get home in time to see Lisa's performance, but based solely on the 5 second recap at the end of the show, I have to say it was awful.

And that leaves Kellie as the worst of the night.  Now, maybe her actual singing performance wasn't as bad as Lisa's, but overall, Kellie's deperate attempts to be noticed far outreach the patheticness of any other contestant.  You know that scene in some movie, where the aging actress starts to lose her mind, and she sits at the mirror and begins to apply lipstick to her lips, but it's kind of too much, but rather than wipe off some of the lipstick, she begins to apply even more lipstick, so much so that it begins to cover her whole face, and her eyes get really wide and scary and lost and desperate as she's grabbing the lipstick like it was a butcher's knife and she's swiping wildly at her face with her lipstick and it's totally smeared all over her face as she begins to wail and have a complete nervous breakdown?  Well, that's what happening to Kellie.  Only instead of smearing lipstick over her face, she's smearing dumb.  Right now, the Pickler Smear of Dumbness (tm) is being contained to the lips and chin and lower cheekbones, but you can see in her eyes that she's lost her mind and it's only a matter of time before she's completely smeared in dumb.  I fear we won't get to see that ultimate onstage moment, though, as her Idol days must surely be numbered.  I realise now that I was wrong in wanting Kevin to leave the show because I actually looked forward to seeing his lack of talent being displayed along with his false sense of importance.  Now, for pure potential car-crash shock value, there only Kellie.
Please, America, don't vote out the Pickler.  I want to see her crash!

Bottom Three:  Kellie, Lisa, BuckyorAce (probably Bucky)
The one to leave:  Lisa.  Can't say I'll miss her.

American Idol - 50's Week Didn't Suck!

When I learned it was going to be a 50's theme for American Idol this week, I shuddered at the potential awfulness of the performances.  And then when I learned that Barry Manilow was going to be involved, my shudder became a full-blown fever of fearful expectation.
Well, I was wrong.  Most of last night's performances were pretty good, and the interpretations of the songs (thanks in part to Barry, who seems like a super smart arranger) were much better than I anticipated they'd be.
Onto the singers:
Mandisa - She always has a pretty face, and last night her very pretty face was surrounded by a fantastic hairstyle.  She wore a slimming black dress that did an amazing job of taking attention away from her oh so large posterior.  Of course, the camerapeople helped too, by not zooming in on it.  (and yes, I realise there's a joke there about how, with the size of her ass, could the cameras *not* zoom in on her ass - her ass is a constant zoom shot, but I won't go there.  I just won't)  Her performance was stellar.  She's been progressively improving each and every week, and her first week starting point was already top-notch, so she's a threat to win it all.  Except, you know, she has a huge ass that America will never allow to become top Idol.
Bucky - I realised last night that Bucky doesn't sing.  He rasps.  And he often rasps out of key.  I thought his performance of Buddy Holly's "Oh Boy" was pedestrian and bland.  While it may have been a good song choice to fit his style and personality, I don't think it's a good choice to show off his singing (lackof) abilities.  Hmm.  Since he's not a great singer, maybe a song that doesn't show his lack of ability is a great choice.  Anyway, not very good tonight, Bucky.  And I'm partly saying that because I cannot get past your hair, both on your face and on your head.  Awful.  He'll be Bottom Three.
Paris - She looked fantastic and she sang "Fever" even better.  I thought she rocked.  She seems so incredibly in control of her stage presence that it is frightening to think she's just 17.  Wow, great performance.
Katherine - I've not yet liked anything that she's worn.  None of her tops seem to fit properly, like she's trying to keep the secret from her mother that she's pregnant.  She looked pretty great last night, though, in an ill-fitting dress.  From the introductory segment on her experience with Barry, I was expecting to not like her song and song choice, but she did a super job.  Maybe the best I've seen from her.  She's always in danger of bombing, I think, but last night she more than rose to the occasion.
Chris - My (and others) odds-on favourite to win the competition.  His rendition of I Walk The Line was superb.  If that was recorded today, it'd be a radio hit tomorrow.  Guaranteed.  This guy has it all and should be one of the final two.  Wonderful job.
Lisa - Apart from Kevin, Lisa is, in my opinion, the least talented of the remaining performers.  Some nights she shows glimpses of her potential, but last night it was a pretty uninspired performance.  She's a Bottom Three finalist tonight.
Taylor - Taylor should be hoping that his fans remember the excellent performances he's done in previous weeks because last night was terrible for him.  A terrible song choice, much too repetitive and not very challenging, vocally.  He tried to sell it, though, as best he could, but I didn't buy it at all.  One of the evening's three worst performances, but he's built up enough good Karma to not be in the bottom three tonight.
Elliot - This was the most difficult song choice of the night, in terms of being a vocal challenge.  Elliot always seems to choose the most difficult songs and I'm never sure he succeeds in pulling them off.  Last night, he had moments where he seemed out of synch with the music, like he was trying to rush through his lyrics.  He seemed quite nervous early on, but by halfway through the song, he found the groove and was pretty sharp to the end.  I loved his honesty, though, about not really digging Manilow's songs.  Good for him.
Kellie - I absolutely hated this performance.  Maybe I'm soured on Pickler (get it?), but I seem to have lost any ability to adore her naive stupidity any longer.  I wonder when America will tire of her?  I thought her Walking After Midnight was very much a "by the book" performance, without heart or feeling.  Barry is all about finding the story of the song, and singing the emotion behind that story, and she totally failed, in my opinion.  She should be a Bottom Three, but America will love her ditziness for a few more weeks, before they crash from her sugar-rush sweetness.  No, wait.  I'm changing my mind.  She'll be a Bottom Three contestant tonight.  America is tiring of her.  Just wait and see!
Kevin - I've voiced my opinion of Kevin a few times.  Basically, I don't think he belongs in the competition, and the only reason he is there is because he's willing to play along with the "untalented nerd pretends he's sexy and talented" angle.  Last week, he did an okay job with his song (still it was the worst of the week, IMO).  Last night, his performance was actually pretty good.  Great song choice for him, and performed as well as he could perform it.  Enough to keep him around for another week (or two?).  I loved Simon's noncommittal comment about how his performance will really be appreciated by those who like Kevin's performances.
Ace - Oh, Ace!  You are free-falling to the bottom of the talent pool.  Expectations were so high for you a few weeks ago, but a couple of poor performances since have made people look past your oh so pretty looks.  Maybe our ears were blinded (huh?) by your beauty all along.  Maybe you were always just mediocre?  Anyway, this week was a bit better than weeks past, enough to keep you safe from the Bottom Three (unless America has a hate-on for you, in which case you're sunk).

Bottom Three - Bucky, Kellie, Lisa

Contestant to leave - Lisa

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PopCultured - No Longer Bottom Of Barrel

Well, Canada, you have a new contender for worst comedy show on television.  For a couple of years now (is it really more than one year?), PopCultured has reigned supreme as worst comedy show.  But at least you could see their writers/producers/performers trying.  Failing miserably, but trying.
Now, though, there is a show so bad, so far below the poor quality of PopCultured that it makes it look like The Daily Show in comparison.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I give you Girls Will Be Girls.
When I first saw commercials and previews for this program, I immediately thought to myself "uh oh, that's gonna suck".  Rather than just sit idly by and stew in my assumptions, I decided to watch some of it when it first aired.  It was atrocious.  Far worse than I could have imagined.
For those who don't know its premise:  basically, it's four "cool" women who do "outrageous" things in candid camera style streeter videos.  Unfortunately, the things they do (and I admit I've only seen a handful of their pranks) are so intolerably unfunny that it makes me seethe with anger.  There's the girl who stands on the street and pretends to be schizophrenic, arguing with the voices in her head.  There's the girl who walks down the street with her skirt caught in the back of her panties.  There's the girl who stands next to a guy on the street and imitates his movements.
I suppose the premise of the Girls pitch to The Comedy Network was that "hey, girls can be funny and outrageous, too!  Our show will be like Just For Laughs Gags, but with chicks!"  It's not funny, nor outrageous, though.  Not in the least.  It is only juvenile.  And while "juvenile humour" can be funny, it just can't be juvenile by itself.  It still needs to have an inkling of humour within it.  Girls Will Be Girls has not one iota of humour. 
With PopCultured and Girls Will Be Girls as "Comedy Network" original programs, it's quickly becoming apparent that the people who run that network don't have much of a sense of humour.  Which is odd for a network called "Comedy".  Hopefully, they'll kick those shows to the curb post haste.  Either that or start renting the laff-trak machine that Just For Laughs Gags uses.  Because, seriously, the only way I know that GWBG is supposed to be funny is because it's on a channel with Comedy in its title.
I've seen Just For Laugh Gags a number of times, and every time I do, I always get angry at how unfunny it was.  But now, with GWBG as the new base in base comedy-less comedy, I may have to start giving the Gags people some props.  At least I can see that they put some thought and effort  into creating the gags.  It's just that they fail so hugely in their execution.  I always am bugged by the Gags fakey-fake lafftrak, and by the mostly puzzled, confused looks from the public, the people who are supposed to be getting punk'd.  The laughtrack works so hard at trying to convince us that what we are seeing is funny, but it's almost always belied by the "whatever" reactions of the people being tricked. 
GWBG doesn't stoop to a laughtrack, and, sadly, it seems to be a mistake.  I think the incalculable lack of humour in their video segments might benefit from fake laugther.  At least it'd clue us tv watchers in that what we are seeing is supposed to be humour. Perhaps they do use a laff-track but the canned laughter just gets sucked into the suckiness of the segments that we don't hear it.  Kind of like the old saying:  If a joke bombs in the forest, does anybody know they're supposed to laugh?
So, Elvira, rest a bit easier this year.  Your show isn't the worst one on The Comedy Network anymore.


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Kevin Covais, the Shitty... An American Idol Rant

You can see it in his eyes.  He now thinks he is something.  And I blame you, Randy and Paula.
I'm talking about the 16 year old American Idol contestant Kevin Covais.  He's a deer-in-the-headlights dweeb with a weak voice who somehow managed to make it to the final 12, and inexplicably survived through last night's first top-12 elimination (he wasn't even in the "Bottom Three"!!!).  The "somehow managed", though, isn't such a mystery to my eyes.  The AI producers saw early on that this guy was their joke contestant.  The go-to guy, good for a few laughs, the odd funny line, and willing to play along and make fun of his own funny looks and nebbishness.  You could practically see the producers rubbing the Endearing Glue on his back, tossing him on the Big Map Of America and seeing if anything sticks.  Well, he stuck.  Only problem is, he can't sing.  Not a bit.  He's terrible, in fact.  But that doesn't matter, because America Lervs him.
Well, enough of America loves him to keep him in the competition for at least another week, despite being unquestionably the worst singer of the bunch.  He's miles worse than anyone else still competing.  No, I fear that Shitty Kevin Covais will last through at least a couple more weeks.
Normally, I wouldn't care (and truthfully, I don't, except in that totally meaningless superficial "who wore the best gown at the Oscars" kind of way), except that I see a disturbance in the Endearing Force of Kevin Covais.  Now, he is starting to believe the hype.  You can see it in his eyes.  No, of course he doesn't believe the claims that he's a legitimate sex-symbol.  Everyone gets that joke, even him.  But, I'm afraid that he's starting to believe that he actually belongs in this competition.  That he's on par, vocally, with the rest of the competition..  Kevin...honey... you're not.
I blame, of course, the producers for letting the joke go this far.  I blame Randy and Paula for never really questioning his vocal talents and only commenting on how much they like his performing-monkey antics.  Well, Paula I can't blame, because, well, who can blame the rainbow that bursts within your heart?  She's the joke judge, so naturally she's beyond blame. 
It's "shame shame" on Randy, though, for playing along with the charade.  Man, he's so frustrating, Randy is, because he seems like he should have better sense than he displays, but he continues to side with Paula.  And, yes, there is his general lack of ability to communicate a complete thought, but we can forgive him that.  We can't forgive him his decisions to side with Paula, all for the sake of "making Simon the bad guy".  Too bad, Randy, that by willingly doing so, you are tarnishing any position of respect you've earned.  I know why he does it though, why he sides with Paula.  He's a huge delicate bubble of a man, you see, and everytime he venture into the negative constructive criticism world, the "boos" of the audience are like pin-pricks on him, and his soul bursts.  He simply cannot handle people not liking him.  So, he lies, and says exactly what the audience wants to hear.  Or rather, he bullshits himself through all of his criticisms so that it really doesn't matter what he says, since it doesn't really make sense.
Back to Shitty Kevin Covais.  The only one who refuses the play the game is Simon.  He's the only one who ever comments on Kevin's lack of singing chops.  And while I expect the audience to boo him for it, I get angry when Randy and Paula complain about his speaking the truth. I hate it when Ryan calls him out on it, too, because Ryan calls him out on exactly the wrong reasons.  Ryan always claims that Simon never gives constructive criticism, but in fact, Simon is usually the only one who does so.  Anyway, that bugs me.
And, now, I blame Kevin, too, for his part in the charade of his participation.  Because, now he is believing he's deserving.  You can see it in his eyes. He's believing he belongs.
And he so doesn't belong.
Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!!!! I hate this show so much!!!!
Can't wait for next week!

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I Want My SUV

Okay, I've been away for a few days, but I just got back from wherever I was, and I read all this kerfuffle about a kid who found a Tim Horton's cup in the garbage and asked another kid to help roll up the rim, as the contest is wont to have you do.  Turns out the kid wins the top prize, an SUV.  Okay, great, but the another kid who helped roll up the rim claimed entitlement to share in the prize, for helping to roll up the rim.  Okay, personally, I think that's bollocks and it should all be awarded to the kid who found the cup.
Now I hear that the the person who threw out the cup in the first place is demanding a part of the action.  Again, that's bullshit.  But, it got me thinking.

If these people are able to make their claims based on baloney, then I should make my claim too.  And here it is:  I demand a portion of the prize, because, you see, I was in line just in front of the person who bought the "winning" cup.  Amazing, I know, but as true as true can be.  Now, normally when I'm at Tims, I buy two coffees (one for right away and the other to nuke later at work), and that day, for some strange reason, I only bought the one.  So, by rights, since I usually buy two cups, the cup that the guy bought should really have been mine.

No?  Okay then.

Those Who Hate Them, Hate Them A Lot

Two of the more annoying TV pitchmen in recent Canadian television history have recently ended their run.
First, a couple of weeks ago, the very annoying Fake Scottish bloke who rudely confronted drinkers of Keiths beer was released from his contract, due to alleged dalliances into child pornography.
While I wish it could have been for something far less seedy, I am, of course, thankful that he's gone from the airwaves.  Because Those Who Hate Him, Hate Him A Lot.

And yesterday it was announced that The Canadian Tire Guy has been retired from the Canadian Tire advertising cycle.  Again, good news, I think, as I suspect that the shark has long been jumped by that campaign.
The Canadian Tire Guy has, actually, become quite a national phenomenon.  Especially the Hate that many people feel for him.  This very site happens to be the number one Google search result for "Canadian Tire Guy" and "I hate the Canadian Tire Guy".  Ironic, I think, since the post referencing him 'Why I Hate That Canadian Tire Guy' has very little to actually do with him.   I find it curious that so many people actively enter the search parameters "Hate Canadian Tire Guy", and I find it kind of funny that when they come to my post, they get a post that must leave them a bit miffed, due to the lack of reference to him.

And still the Curiouser keeps getting curiouser.  Today I received an email from a woman at The Ottawa Citizen asking if she could interview me for an article she's writing on his retirement.  My initial response was "no thanks. I have nothing of value to add to such a story."  But then I stopped and asked myself "What's the more interesting and potentially, more exciting thing to do?  Be interviewed or not be interviewed?"  Since the obvious answer is "be interviewed", and even though I still believed I had nothing of value to add to such an interview, I decided to do it.
So, I just got off the phone with the journalist.  We had a nice little chat about The Canadian Tire Guy, and also about the weirdness of how such an innocuous little post on such an innocuous little blog can lead to an interview (admittedly, on a rather innocuous little topic such as the Canadian Tire Guy's retirement).  I think I ended up offering a few interesting sound-bites.

And, what the whole thing has taught me is that I'm pretty tired of saying, hearing and typing the phrase Canadian Tire Guy.

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25% Funny, 40% Shocking, 35% Bad

About a month ago, I was, inexplicably, asked via email if I'd like to review Comedy Central's Roast of Pamela Anderson - Uncensored.  Apparently because of what I write on this blog, I "seem like a reputable influencer".  I guess one of my posts which mentioned Sarah Silverman (who appears on the roast), was the bridge between my blog and the company M80, which, according to their website, "is a unique Entertainment and Lifestyle Marketing company specializing in online grassroots marketing, online publicity and promotion, creative services, lifestyle and offline marketing, fanclub service, market research and consulting."
Intrigued by the process and by the absurdity of the whole 'reputable influencer' concept, I agreed, and a couple of weeks later, I received the DVD in the mail.  I watched it yesterday and today.
Here's what I think:
I used to be a fan of the Dean Martin roasts, years ago, that would occasionally air on television.  I enjoyed the idea of celebrities and barely-celebrities coming together to insult the roastee.  I always thought they were rather tame, though, and quite likely heavily censored.  That, of course, was par for the era.  My curiousity was further piqued a couple of years ago when I had heard about the existance of Friars Roasts.  Apparently, these were anything but tame, and I'd read all kinds of articles and reviews of No-Holds-Barred insults and bad language and filth and foul, etc.  I'd always wanted to see one of these roasts.  Not because I wanted to be entertained by filth and foul (although I have nothing against it), but moreso, because I was curious to see if my limits and sense of "crossing the line" were on par with those of so-called professional comedians and entertainers.
So, that was kind of my history and experience with roasts, before I put this DVD into the player.
And how was the Pamela Anderson Roast - Uncensored? 
I knew of most of the comedians who roasted Pamela - Jimmy Kimmel (host), Adam Carolla, Sarah Silverman, Andy Dick, Eddie Griffin - and didn't know others - Jeffrey Ross, Nick DiPaolo, Greg Giraldo, Lisa Lampanelli, Lady Bunny (a female impersonator.  Actually, a Divine impersonator, if you ask me). Some of the guests weren't comedians, but acquainted with Pamela Anderson - Tommy Lee and Courtney Love-Cobain, and for some strange reason, Bea Arthur was on hand too.
Rather than go through each performer's performance, I'll just say that, like the title of the post says, I'd guess that 25 percent of the jokes were funny, 40% shocking and 35% simply bad..  Some jokes made me laugh out loud, but there weren't enough really funny jokes to make me glad I watched it.  Of the 40% shocking, some of it was very vulgar, and a lot of it was pretty personal.  Honestly, I was rather fascinated with these personal, shocking, vulgar jokes, and while many of them weren't really funny, and a lot of them covered the same ground - Tommy Lee has a huge penis, Pamela has a large vagina and is a "loose" woman - I was interested to see how far, how personal, the comics would go.  Of course, a lot of the material fell completely flat and was rather painful to watch.  But even that was somewhat interesting to me, because it seemed that a lot of this material was written specifically for this event, for Pamela.  So it was interesting to see comedians trying out what I assume to be new material.  Some of the comics are naturally funny and made jokes work despite themselves, and some of the jokes didn't work because you could tell the comics didn't have the timing quite right yet.  So, that was interesting to me.  Not funny, for the most part.  But interesting.
Part of the tradition of roasts, I believe, is to also make fun of the other guests.  So, through this tradition, I now know that Jimmy Kimmel has a small penis and large balls.  Andy Dick is gay and Bea Arthur may be a man.  Again, some of this was funny, some was interestingly shocking and personal, and a lot of it was just boring.  It was usually interesting to see how the various people reacted to insults that you just know had to hit a personal nerve with them.
Specific things to mention:
Courtney Love-Cobain is a mess.  And not a funny mess.   There's not a lot of humour to anything Courtney Love-Cobain does.
Andy Dick's bit wasn't very funny.  He pretended to be Pamela's plastic surgeon, and the bit didn't work very well.  I'm usually a fan of the characters and bits he does for things like the MTV awards, but you could tell not much effort went into this bit.
Tommy Lee performed a song, which I fast-forwarded through, because, well, why would I watch it?  He also had a monologue that was painfully unfunny and boring.
Sarah Silverman was funny, but not as funny as I had hoped she'd be.
Bea Arthur was pretty funny, surprisingly.  All she really did was read excerpts from one of Pamela's novels (she's written two, apparently).  So, it was funny seeing Bea Arthur, with what's left of her dignity (there were a lot of pretty mean jokes recited about her throughout the night), reading these rather soft-porn soft-literature passages.

If you enjoy base humour and a lot of it, you may like this more than I did.  As I said, I laughed out loud a few times, but mostly I was intrigued by the oddity of it, and interested in it from a professional standpoint. It's a wonder, the depths of degradation that celebrities are willing to go, both roasters and roastee..

The DVD extras were terrible.  Some "rehearsal" footage of Courtney and Andy talking.  Far too much "red carpet" interviewing and banter that was pretty excruciating to sit through.  And a few snippets from other Comedy Central productions.

The funniest thing on the whole DVD, which happened to be the very last thing I watched, and which happened to symbolise, to an extent, my experience with the DVD, was a clip from South Park.  Paris Hilton had just opened a new store in town, called Stupid Spoiled Whore.  As she's leaving the town in her limo, with her little dog, she's talking inanity on the phone, and being very preciously spoiled.  The dog, desperate to get away from the blackness that is Paris Hilton's very being, steals the limo drivers pistol and attempts to commit suicide with it.  The dog tries a variety of positions and finally succeeds in blowing its brains out.

Now that's comedy!

Sci-Fi With My Little Eye...

Here's a link to a short essay on The Top Ten Sci-Fi Films That Never Existed.
A pretty accurate assesment of what went wrong, story-wise, with some of the biggest Sci-Fi movies, what should have been done instead, and/or what movies should have been made but haven't and won't be.
Usually I stick my nose up at people who toss off their opinions of what's wrong with things because their annoying personalities get in the way of their points, but this guy, David Wong, sticks to the business at hand and offers an exciting alternate universe of what might have been.

Sketch22 Goes Madly Off

Tonight, Dennis, Andrew and I will be performing a couple of sketches at Madly Off In All Directions at the Confederation Centre in Ch'town.  Sketch22 has done Madly Off before, and I've done it before with another group. Because it's primarily a show that's being taped for radio broadcast, it's a different performance than usual because you really have to perform to the microphone so that means everyone is pretty much stationary and there's not the same character interactions as usual. 
There's a great lineup of performers scheduled and it should be a great night.  If there are tickets left, you should come out and see the show.  It'll be the last Madly Off to come to Ch'town, as Lorne Elliot is getting sane and ending the run of the show.

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