To be honest I watch more television than I probably should. I get pissed when my DVR doesn't record something and I probably shouldn't. I watch stupid shows that I probably shouldn't waste my time with and get annoyed when they get canceled. I should say, that I used to get annoyed. Lately, I don't get annoyed with the cancellations of television shows, because it's honestly nothing I can help. I remember calling FOX, yelling at them about canceling "John Doe" and now looking back at that I can't help but realize how absolutely fucking pathetic that was.
I was ill informed back then about television. Like anything else, TV is a fucking business and if people aren't watching then people aren't buying the shit that are in the ads that play during your TV show. "Lonestar" is the first casualty of the 2010 Fall TV schedule. "Lonestar" is a show about a Con man, who has two wives in the same state. It stars a fairly newcomer in James Wolk, who if you do a double take, looks exactly like Kyle Chandler's offspring. Actually, so much so that he could be Chandler's son. The show - which was delicately explained in this article - was adored by critics and shit on by audiences. Critics loved the shit out of this show, because unlike everything else coming out this season it was unique. It wasn't that it was the greatest show to ever grace television, it was just that it was a unique concept. Unfortunately, unique doesn't necessarily garner ratings in the TV-biz, so therefore "Lonestar" bit it. Shit happens.
I remember becoming infuriated when "Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip" - the first show from Aaron Sorkin since "West Wing" - and feeling robbed of an opportunity to watch a great, well-written show. I also remember refusing to watch "30 Rock" because of it and now that I've seen "30 Rock" (completely caught up) and I love that show as much as I loved "Studio 60." It's absolutely a crap shoot as to what show is going to stick and which one isn't. It's like throwing shit at a wall in all actuality. So, when I made the presumption that "Lonestar" would be canned after 3 episodes, I wasn't kidding. I literally thought the show as going to be canned after 3 episodes. I did not look at ratings or at reviews or anything like that, I just know that good shows get canceled. Good shows, such as "Lonestar" which can only be described as "too smart for it's own good" get canned, because people just don't get the allure. The show was exceptionally acted and completely different than anything else on TV and that was the problem. I've come to terms with the fact that we live in a world where cop shows (ie: "Law and Order" "CSI" even the new "Hawaii Five-O") are what people want to watch. Cop shows and 30 minute comedies that you don't have to think about.
If it's not a cop show and it's on the big three (ABC, CBS, NBC) it's either Science Fiction or a cop show. If you watch FX or HBO or Showtime then you're in luck if you want to watch something different. FX started the whole thing with "The Shield" on Cable television and now they have "Sons of Anarchy" and some of the best 30 minute shows on TV. I digress though, because the point of this - if there is a point - is that TV sucks. Plain and simple. Movies are superior and much easier to love.
Anyway....
Greg Giraldo died. It's a very, very sad day for comedy, because this guy was one of the funniest fucking guys on the planet. He was blunt, honest, and a complete asshole and since he wasn't on a mainstream TV show, no one knows who he was. He did the majority of the Comedy Central Roasts (that I watched at least) and it's very sad that he's gone.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
Hardknocks: Drinking with Dan-O who now smokes...
Holy shit, it's been months and years since I've posted on this blog and for good reason I suppose (not really). I've been a lazy bastard for the last probably two years, but I am going to post on this more, I promise. I post on Twitter and Facebook and that's just easy shit. That's me saying shit like "My dog scratched me in the face and now I look like a Bond villain" (fuck it is spelled villain, damn it).
Twitter and the like make people lazy as hell, and that's a problem for a lot of people unless you're like Kevin Smith (@ThatKevinSmith) who posts four thousand times a day or Kanye West (@kanyewest) who's tweets are so irreverent that it's almost painful to read them sometimes. Twitter and Facebook are making life so impersonal that it's almost as if News and Blogs are soon to be non-existent. I am just as bad as everyone else though - a fucking JETS fan to boot - and a twitteraholic (that will be a word, just you wait) and a constant facebook updater, but I must stop for my own good. My own mortality (and mental stability) depend on this.
Anyway, to the point here, my brother Dan-O came to visit on Monday for my Mother's birthday...and I spent 3 days drinking 37 beers with him in the span of what I can only guess was 18 hours, because we didn't drink all day or anything like that, we just drank at night and at the bar, and wherever we could sneak it in. The fact of the matter is that I haven't drank two days in a row in a while and my liver (who is now breathing sighs of relief) was cringing on Wednesday night when we drank the remaining 18 pack of beer that was left.
More pressing matters though would be the fact that my brother fucking smokes now, because of his girlfriend or his friend Jimmy or even my parents, I don't know. I don't smoke. I've lived by the motto love the lungs hate the liver, but lets be honest, I don't hate my liver. It's working a little overtime right now, but overall I treat it pretty well. My brother smokes Camel Lights. Joe Camel has suckered my brother into smoking cigerrettes...that Penis-Faced Mother fucker.
Either way, he's probably going to die before me now which is going to be rough despite the fact that I weigh a good 140 pounds more than he does. Smoking is a funny fucking thing, because I've tried it and I don't like it. I think it's a rite of passage that you have to try smoking a cigarette or something, but I'm glad that shit didn't stick, two of my best friends smoke. I won't smoke cigarette's - even drunk - I would smoke the weed, because at least you get something out of that - fuck, if I'm going crave something, it's going to be corn dogs, or fucking pickles, or cheese. Fuck cigarettes.
The Hard Knocks title was mainly because I watched all of Hardknocks: Training camp with the NY Jets, because I'm a die-hard fan and I never really discussed it.
Prediction: NY Jets vs. Green Bay Packers in the Superbowl. Jets taking it 24-14.
Before I go, I am getting REALLY fucking sick of the spam comments. If you're a spam commenter you're getting labeled as such you wastes of fucking space. I'm tired of getting the emails at 3 in the morning saying that "Anonymous" has posted "DO YOU WANT TO MAKE YOUR PENIS LARGER? CLICK HERE!"
Fuck you, you fucking losers.
Twitter and the like make people lazy as hell, and that's a problem for a lot of people unless you're like Kevin Smith (@ThatKevinSmith) who posts four thousand times a day or Kanye West (@kanyewest) who's tweets are so irreverent that it's almost painful to read them sometimes. Twitter and Facebook are making life so impersonal that it's almost as if News and Blogs are soon to be non-existent. I am just as bad as everyone else though - a fucking JETS fan to boot - and a twitteraholic (that will be a word, just you wait) and a constant facebook updater, but I must stop for my own good. My own mortality (and mental stability) depend on this.
Anyway, to the point here, my brother Dan-O came to visit on Monday for my Mother's birthday...and I spent 3 days drinking 37 beers with him in the span of what I can only guess was 18 hours, because we didn't drink all day or anything like that, we just drank at night and at the bar, and wherever we could sneak it in. The fact of the matter is that I haven't drank two days in a row in a while and my liver (who is now breathing sighs of relief) was cringing on Wednesday night when we drank the remaining 18 pack of beer that was left.
More pressing matters though would be the fact that my brother fucking smokes now, because of his girlfriend or his friend Jimmy or even my parents, I don't know. I don't smoke. I've lived by the motto love the lungs hate the liver, but lets be honest, I don't hate my liver. It's working a little overtime right now, but overall I treat it pretty well. My brother smokes Camel Lights. Joe Camel has suckered my brother into smoking cigerrettes...that Penis-Faced Mother fucker.
Either way, he's probably going to die before me now which is going to be rough despite the fact that I weigh a good 140 pounds more than he does. Smoking is a funny fucking thing, because I've tried it and I don't like it. I think it's a rite of passage that you have to try smoking a cigarette or something, but I'm glad that shit didn't stick, two of my best friends smoke. I won't smoke cigarette's - even drunk - I would smoke the weed, because at least you get something out of that - fuck, if I'm going crave something, it's going to be corn dogs, or fucking pickles, or cheese. Fuck cigarettes.
The Hard Knocks title was mainly because I watched all of Hardknocks: Training camp with the NY Jets, because I'm a die-hard fan and I never really discussed it.
Prediction: NY Jets vs. Green Bay Packers in the Superbowl. Jets taking it 24-14.
Before I go, I am getting REALLY fucking sick of the spam comments. If you're a spam commenter you're getting labeled as such you wastes of fucking space. I'm tired of getting the emails at 3 in the morning saying that "Anonymous" has posted "DO YOU WANT TO MAKE YOUR PENIS LARGER? CLICK HERE!"
Fuck you, you fucking losers.
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