The Big DumpTruck

It's taking away from my arguing about watching baseball time. Debate #2. It's okay, but when is John McCain going to start swearing under his breath again? I want him to start walking around pretending to karate chop while Senator Obama is talking. I need some craziness to entertain me, dammit!

Labels: politics, tv

No, not another post about the Palin/Biden debate. Although I sure had fun "live tweeting" about it. Glad I wasn't playing the "drink whenever Palin says something folksy" game. I had work the next morning!

For whatever reason, when I got home the step-son was watching some reality TV thing on Bravo. The show that followed was called Tabatha's Salon Takeover. The first episode we watched was about a salon in Long Island. It might have been the best television I have seen in years.

I do not say that lightly.

You could not have cast or written a scripted show that would have entertained me as much as this group of hairdressers. Two in particular, were FANTASTIC. The premise of the show is that Tabatha Coffey, a world-class hugely famous hair stylist and salon owner (apparently an icon in the industry) gets called in by drowning salon owners to "save" their businesses. It appears that the biggest problems are the owners, who don't know how to properly run a business, don't have any control over their staff, etc. etc. The first show we watched featured two Long Island sisters who ran their salon, bankrolled by daddy, like a sorority house. If you have a chance to watch this episode, you must. I'm a nice person, so I'm not going to comment on two of the girls working at the salon, but needless to say, I wanted to hit them with shovels.

We watched a 2nd episode, which was also interesting, but couldn't hold a candle to the first one in the sheer brainless staff department.

I don't know if the show will hold up for me over the course of a whole season or two, but our entire house was howling during these shows. Minimally you must Tivo it, just to watch when there isn't anything else on.

Oh, and Tabatha is British, and she's often "Gobsmacked." That's my new favorite word, although I don't know how easily I can slip it into conversation.

Labels: funny, television, tv

I've decided to not try out for American Idol. Mostly because I can't really sing. I can sing but I can't sing. So I would have to go on the show as one of those flashy people, you know, dressing up like a chicken or whatever. And that wouldn't be good for anyone. You do NOT want to see me dressed up like a chicken, under any circumstances.

So no need to thank me. I know you're grateful.

Oh and to make you even more thankful, I won't be singing any Celine Dion. I never sing Celine Dion. I'm just sayin'.

Labels: American Idol, singing, tv