Author Archives: Rob MacD

So’s I’m watchin’, like, a few so-called ‘reality’ shows and thought I’d give my important opinion about them.
Let’s start with Tuesday night’s The Amazing Race 6
I’ve mentioned here before how much I love this show (although apparently I don’t love it enough to give referring links back to those previous mentions).  Tuesday last was the first episode of the 6th season of the show, and I expect it’s gonna be another good season.  I am a little troubled by the way it seems they seem to be focusing more on getting so-called ‘pretty people’ to be contestants.  Some good characters already:  the well-named Hellboy; Bolo (the monkey), the, um, professional wrestler; and Johnathon, whom I swear will (if he sticks around long enough) go down in the history of television as the most hated contestant ever.  Seriously, he is the worst.  Bile-tainted rage rises to my throat whenever he speaks, and it takes all my will-power not to scream and throw a fit at his obnoxiousness.
Yes, The Amazing Race 6 should be good.  Again.  It’s the best of the bunch, by far.

Thursday night gives me Survivor: Vanuatu.  It’s been an awful, boring season so far, and I expect it to continue as such.  Yet, I watch.  The women-against-the-men thing was immediately boring and has only percolated more boredom.  Other than Twyla, I really don’t give a shit about any of the players.  I kinda liked Sarge, but, well, he’s a guy so he’s gone.  That’s about it.  Oh, and I thought the “give the girls two chicken wings and force the guys to suck on discarded chicken wing bones” trick was one of the lowest moments of Survivor history.  And there’s been a lot of low moments.  Guess I’ll stick it out to the end.

Following Survivor is The Apprentice.  At the beginning of this season, I decided not to get involved this year.  But The Donald got me about five weeks ago and I’ve become hooked again.  I actually like this show (my desire not to watch it is based on my strange need to have Donald Trump not succeed with the show, I think).  And this year, I quite like Trump’s throw the rule-book out the window attitude.  Last night, he fired two contestants instead of the usual one.  He’s a loose cannon, that Trump, I tell’s ya.

Not a reality show, but it’s on Thursday nights, so I thought I’d end this post with a bit about ER.  I ignored the show the first few seasons, got heaviliy into it for a few more seasons.  Last season, I all but gave up on it as I didn’t really like the Luka and Carter in Aftrica thing.  This year, I swear, I’m only tuning in to see how terribly, callously and illegally the staff at the hospital treats their patients.   If I was a lawyer in Chicago, I’d get so rich on the lawsuits I’d bring against the doctors and students at this hospital.  Every week, they’re breaking some sort of code or law and people seem to die from their ‘reckless but caring’ attitude as much as they live.  This is, without doubt, the worst hospital I can imagine going to in America.

I hope the denouement of my life doesn’t end up like so many Stephen King novels.

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"Don’t think I ever saw those pants on you before, son."
"That’s because denouement."

I hope the denouement of my life doesn’t end up like so many Stephen King novels.

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“Don’t think I ever saw those pants on you before, son.”
“That’s because denouement.”

I thought I had found the perfect shoulder bag to carry my notebooks, papers, scripts, pens, and most importanty, my cd/mp3 player.  I bought it at Chapters in Moncton a month or so ago.
It’s made of a tough feeling heavy nylon.  Lots of pockets, some zippered, some open, for all sorts and sizes of items, and a special cd player pocket with a special opening for the headphones wire.  Easy close velcro flap makes access to all a quick pull away.

Well, after using the bag for a while, my infatuation has been quickly diminishing.  First of all, I like a bag that maintains its rectangular shape, but this one kind of folds in to itself, so that it kind of hangs like a shapless blob.  This takes away from the ease of entry, since I have to kind of unfold the bag before I can open the velcroed flap.  Second, the velcro on the flap has begun to rip the inner fabric on the flap.   Now when I pull the velcro flap it simultaneously pulls against the tear on the flap and the  anti-velcro on the main bag side of the bag (if you know what I mean).

Those two faults may be enough to make me orphan the bag from everyday use.  Damn, and it had such potential.
I’ll have to see if I can repair the rip, and perhaps put something light and inflexible in the bag to help it keep its shape.

While I certainly don’t try to exclude the clerisy, I do try to write comedy sketches with the general public in mind.

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"I don’t speak French.  Ask that lady what time it is here."
"Clerisy."

I think it’s wrong for a guy like that guy who lost 7 children and a wife to fire to be made to feel obligated to talk to the media.
I think it’s wrong for the media to advertise, promote and present, in a "tonight at 11" way, coverage of his grief.

I understand that many people feel sorry for him, and that creates a *need* to make his story a news story, but I believe the way to respect his soirrow is to let him be alone with his friends and his faith.

Watching his pain doesn’t ease his pain. 

Maybe I’m a bit too "Don’t photograph the Amish" in this regard.

There are reports that the military has supplanted Kim Jong-il in North Korea because he’s gone into seclusion to mourn the loss of a concubine.  Crazy.

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What supplant doing on the dining room table?  It’s far too big.

I and the family went to see The Incredibles last night.  I left the theatre claiming that it was the greatest movie I’ve ever seen.  Yes, that is quite a statement.
This morning, I still can’t come up with a movie I’ve enjoyed more.  There have been films I’ve appreciated more, perhaps, but I think The Incredibles is the greatest movie I’ve seen.
Fantastic.

One of the sketches we performed early in our summer run was, perhaps, somewhat louche. There was mild disagreement within the group as to whether we should revise it to make it more palatable to the general public.

For Al:  I can’t wait for the day I lose enough weight so that my pants hang louche off my waist.

I saw this on IFilm a couple of weeks ago, and now I see it linked on MetaFilter.  I don’t like linking to IFilm, so I’ll provide the link that was on MetaFilter.
The year is 1978, and William Shatner is on stage at what looks like some award show or something, performing/reciting the Elton John/Bernie Taupin song Rocketman.  It is an incredible performance.

Seriously, if you never click on anything else that I offer, you have to check this out.

I need this to be a joke.  I cannot exist in a world where a man would be so full of himself to do this seriously. My only hope is that his tongue was planted firmly in his cheek.  What an actor!!!