There are a lot of great sitcoms on TV these days. Or rather, that thing that TV is morphing into, however you watch it. FX or FXX (or FXXX?) is home to many of them, including a really fast, funny, utterly absurd thing called, “You’re The Worst.”
Have you checked out the podcast recently? Yes, it’s still a thing, and it’s still going strong. Do your ears a favor and luxuriate in the wonders of my voice. Or something. It’s like a blog, only not.
Well, I don’t know what to say about Wonder Showzen. I recently saw the first five episodes and it’s the funniest thing I’ve seen in a long, long time.
I saw a web site for the show before I saw any episodes, and to me it looked like a smug, oh-so-ironic, bullshit takeoff on Sesame Street. It is a takeoff on Sesame Street, that’s about all I got right.
Saw a great documentary last night; Z Channel: Magnificent Obsession.
The Z channel was one of the first pay cable stations in the country, airing interesting films around the clock. Obscure, weird films, director’s cuts, foreign films that no one in America could see.
Z was only available in a small area of west Los Angeles, but the area was/is full of entertainment industry types, and they all watched, which made the channel, and the guy who started it – Jerry Harvey – very influential.
Well, I just got my dog’s ear cleaning medicine in my eye (don’t ask), and while I was attempting to recover from that unfortunate incident with a wet rag to the eye, a “slow speed chase” went right by the house.
Not especially noteworthy, I realize, but it didn’t happen to any of you today, so I thought it worth putting here.
You have to love the “slow speed chase” though. All the lawlessness with none of the drama or impending tragedy. Very unsatisfying. Now, logic dictates you’d call it a “low speed chase,” but all the Los Angeles TV imbecile puppetheads call them “slow speed” chases. It must be written that way in their handbook.
Carol called a local TV repair joint to have them come look at our 21″ Panasonic that has developed a severe case of the unwatchable squigglies. The guy called back and left a message – barely containing his laughter – informing us that our television is “a throwaway model.”
Now, honestly, my first instinct was to throw the thing away. Actually, my first instinct when any machine dies is to take it outside and beat it with a sledgehammer until it is little more than plastic and glass dust. While such violent outbursts are extremely satisfying, they can frighten those around you, so it’s best to reserve them for when they are really needed.
I watched the “Alamogordo, NM” episode of Carnivàle dubbed in Spanish last night. Now, I don’t actually speak Spanish, which made it a bit of a surreal experience, but it’s a surreal show, so I suppose the whole scene was meant to be.
I had it in Spanish because the channel guides for TiVo and Cox cable were at odds with each other for about a week, and it screwed up a lot of recordings. By the time I noticed I’d missed the latest Carnivàle, the only available repeat was on HBO “Latin” which I didn’t even know I could pick up (and which – disappointingly – doesn’t actually dub any shows in Latin, which would be really surreal, but it’s understandable since only a handful of eggheads and hundred year old shut-ins understand the language, and they couldn’t really support their own version of HBO).
I had the misfortune of watching the last 40 minutes of the GRAMMY©®™ awards last night, and they were even more dull and predictable than I’d remembered. I haven’t watched in many years…let’s see, I think the last time was when Christopher Cross won an armload of statues.
That was a long time ago, and it was clear to me then that this was not a celebration of music, but of music selling. There wasn’t one nominated artist I gave half a shit about, so either I was out of the loop or the GRAMMYS©®™ were. Or both.