It’s 4:10 AM and I’ve just found that this venerably stupid movie is playing on TNT. And here I am in an appropriately diminished mental capacity to get full enjoyment out of it. Maybe I am Super Lucky Guy after all!
I’ve been meaning to write about this new late-night talk show on TechTV for awhile now. Have you guys seen Unscrewed with Martin Sargent yet? The comedy is about what you’d expect on a late-night show created and put on by geeks and is probably no worse than what Hairboy and I would produce if we had our own show, but after watching the show for a couple of weeks now I’ve realized that it’s a lot smarter than it first looks.
I’m willing to bet that Martin Sargent himself is a skeptic based on his choice of guests and how he treats them. So far he’s managed to have an amazing selection of nutcases on the show to talk about whatever harebrained ideas they are promoting including Rael who’s the leader of the Raelian cult to Dr. Bruce Goldberg who claims to be a time-traveling dentist. The interviews Martin conducts with these guests are probably the best part of the show because if you pay close attention you can tell that Martin doesn’t believe a word of what these people are saying and he walks a very fine line staying just this side of telling these people what whack jobs they are. He can’t afford to directly challenge them because they’d be less likely to come on the show if they thought it was a hostile environment, but he still manages to do a good job of giving these people enough rope to hang themselves with to anyone who has half a working brain and some critical thinking skills.
The only problem I can see with it is the fact that it’s often subtle enough that a lot of viewers of his show probably don’t catch it. There was a beautiful moment in the interview with Dr. Bruce Goldberg in which Martin showed how silly this guy was with a single question. Goldberg had just finished rambling on about how through the use of hypnotherapy he was able to regress through past lives as well as progress through future lives he hasn’t lived yet when Martin asked him about his opinion of the Raelians. Suddenly the good doctor starts ripping the Raelians as being complete kooks like a seasoned skeptic calling their claims nonsense and totally ridiculous. This from a guy who was just claiming to be able to tell us what life is like in the 35th century!!!
As a skeptic I’m very impressed with Unscrewed in this regard and I think it’s providing a great service that unfortunately will be lost on most folks who watch it. The rest of the show could use some work, but it’s a lot smarter than even it thinks it is and is worth watching just to see how loony people can accept their own outrageous beliefs while poo-pooing the equally ridiculous beliefs of others.
It’s not that I have a problem with the fact that there is someone out there producing a rip-off of the Girls Gone Wild videos, and managing to have even lower production values in the process, as much as it’s the tag line that bugs me. “ALL CAUGHT LIVE!”
Well, yeah. :doh: If they were dead then it’d be much less interesting, unless you’re a necrophiliac, and would add a whole new meaning to the title of “Good Girls Go Bad” as it would probably refer to their ripe smell after a couple of days.
Yeah, it’s getting really late now. Six hours to go and I’m bitching about the stupid skin video commercials. I’m startin’ to feel it now.
Do they ever show anything other than cheesy movies with badly written scripts that look like they’ve been filmed in someone’s back yard any more? The sad part is they keep announcing with pride that these monstrosities are original Sci-Fi productions as if admitting it won’t lower people’s opinions of their ability to discern a good story from utter crap. This used to be one of my favorite channels, but I can barely stand to turn it on anymore. It’s the “Weekly World News” of Sci-Fi and it sucks!
OK, got the remote in hand, commencing channel flipping in… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…
crap… crap… crap… infomercial… infomercial… crap… infomercial… infomercial… crap… crap… crap… crap… crap…. crap… info…no…crap… crap… crap…
Ooo. X-Play. It’s a rerun, but it’s video games and the next one in 12 minutes is new (to me at least). This’ll do…
Well, The Minx finally had to give up and head to bed and my wife has done the same. Eric showed up early today and made one entry and then vanished, which is odd because I thought he’d be likely to still be up and hanging out with me at this point. He’s usually up later than I am even on work nights.
One advantage to being the only one still awake: Those Pop Tarts over there are completely unguarded and at my mercy… :evillaugh:
Thought I’d devote an entry on my choice of charity for this year’s Blogathon. Death from cancer is a common occurrence in my family having claimed my father, grand father, some uncles, an aunt and so on. The death that affected me the most, as you’ve probably guessed already, was my father’s.
I was only five years old at the time he died of cancer. At that age your parents are like Gods and can do no wrong in your eyes. I wasn’t old enough to know the sort of person my father really was and he wasn’t the world’s greatest father from what I’ve been told. My mother has said on more than one occasion that the only reason she didn’t leave him was because he developed cancer. It’s arguable that he probably brought it on himself. My father was a hillbilly from North Carolina who had come to Detroit to work for Chrysler and he brought his love of whiskey and moonshine along with him. His bottle came before everything else, even his family, and he wasn’t overly fond of doctors. By the time he was diagnosed it was too far along to do much about it. He was 55 years old when he died from colon cancer. I realize this doesn’t paint a very good picture of my father so I should probably point out that he wasn’t a bad man per se, he just wasn’t a good man to any great degree either. Regardless, I was too young at the time to comprehend all of what I realize now about my father. All I knew was that I loved him and he died and I couldn’t do anything to save him. It hit me hard. Even now at an age when I understand the sort of person he was and that a lot of the blame for what happened rests squarely on his shoulders there’s still that little boy part of me that feels just the way he did all those years ago.
My grandfather on my mother’s side of the family was another loss I felt deeply when he passed away from cancer. There is no doubt in my mind that my grandfather was a good man and if I end up being half the man he was it would be a major accomplishment in my eyes. He was in his 70’s when he died and I was a young adult by that point in time so I was better equipped to handle the loss. My grandfather had been feeling poorly for awhile, but the tests the doctors put him through kept coming up negative. They finally did exploratory surgery and found that cancer had riddled his entire body by that point and there wasn’t much they could do. My grandfather put up a fight till the bitter end, though. He refused to die until one afternoon when he had sat up in bed and in his delirium had started swinging at phantoms only he could see when my grandmother came into the room and said to him, “Clem. It’s OK, you can go. I’ll be alright.” At which point he ceased his fight, laid back down on his bed, and died.
Cancer is common in my family and the sting of it’s touch has been felt more often than I care to think about. I know too many friends who have felt the sting as well. Anything I could do to help in the research for a cure, or at the very least better treatments, is worth doing as a result. So that’s why I picked the charity that I have for this year’s Blogathon. Just in case you were curious…
Well, it’s now after 1AM and I’ve made it through a brief period of yawning, but otherwise am still pretty much awake. Down to the last 8 hours now and the wife has come in and announced it’s time for her to go to bed. This means it’s time for me to head back out to the living room and go wireless once again. Which isn’t bad because now I can make use of the TV and bitch about late-night television. So I’ll be back in a couple of moments after I get things switched around.
Seems folks are starting to get into this. I’ve got more than I can answer in the time remaining now. Here’s some from Kat over at My Single Mom Life:
What is the best book you have ever read and why? That’s a tough one. I don’t read a lot fiction myself as I tend to prefer to spend my time reading informational or educational books and magazines. Of the fiction writers I do read it’d be a toss-up between the fourth Harry Potter book by J.K. Rowling and William Gibson’s Neuromancer. Both of which grabbed me by the short and curlies and didn’t let go until I made it through the whole book. I’m not one who usually gets so wrapped up in a book that he stays up way later than he should reading it, but both of those did just that to me.
In terms of non-fiction I’d have to say one of the best books I’ve ever read is A Brief History of Time by Stephen Hawking. This book manages to take some of the most advanced and current thinking on cosmology and where the universe came from and puts it in a language that the average person can get their head around.
If you could marry someone famous who would it be? I can’t think of anyone famous I’d want to marry, but there are several I wouldn’t mind a couple romps in the hay with. The problem is that I just don’t know anyone in Hollywood well enough to have any idea if I could love them or make a marriage work. Sex is easy (and fun), but love and marriage is a lot of work and not to be entered into lightly.
If you won a billion dollars, how would you spend the money? First, I’d pay off what debts I have (and it wouldn’t take a helluva lot to do that) along with the debts of family and friends. After that I would have to say that I don’t have a clue how I would spend the money, but I sure would have fun figuring it out. Initially I’d probably just indulge my materialistic side for a bit, but it wouldn’t be long before I started in on more philanthropic uses.
She’s asked twice now and even though I did respond in the entry where she asked the first time she appears to have missed it so I thought I’d use one of my entries to answer her question:
You never answered my Twin Cities question…you should maybe tell us of your travels? Where you’ve lived, etc.?
I was born in Detroit, Michigan and I’ve lived here my entire life to date. While I was technically born in Detroit, I never actually lived there. The first 17 years of my life were spent in Pontiac, Michigan which is a lot like Detroit only smaller. In 1984, just before I entered my last year of high school, we moved out to Orion Township and I attended Lake Orion High School for what would turn out to be the worst year of school ever. I lived there for another 5 years before I moved out for the first time to live with my then almost-fiance briefly in a shitty little one bedroom apartment in Waterford before moving into a two bedroom townhouse in Rochester Hills with another couple a few months later. I was there for less than a year before realizing that this woman I thought I was headed toward marriage with was actually a Psycho-Queen-Bitch-From-Hell and I ended up breaking things off and moving back in with my parents in Orion Township. About a month after that I learned my daughter was on her way into the world. I hadn’t intended on staying with my folks for long, but I ended up doing just that for longer than I probably should have. When I finally did get back out on my own I moved down here to Canton and I’ve lived here ever since.
In short, Michigan is the only home I’ve ever known. Occasionally I think it might be nice to live in another state, but we don’t tend to have problems with flooding or wild fires or earthquakes or any of the other major disasters that seem to frequent so many other places. Plus the seasons are nice and don’t tend to last so long that I get sick of them. If someone offered me enough money, though, I’d be willing to move elsewhere.