Some people, when the going gets tough, find solace in meditation, the encouragement of friends, the fact that their lives aren't as frakked up as Charlie Sheen's . . . me, I find comfort in the warm, soothing glow of television. Could you tell that I've been watching Battlestar Galactica? And it's a good thing there's been Top Chef All-Stars to cheer me up every week! Well, except for that time a couple weeks ago they kicked off my personal favorite and fellow countryman Dale T. That was sadder than sad.
The week after he got pack-your-knife-and-go'd by Padma, they had an Ellis Island-themed challenge in which they asked each chef to draw upon their family history to cook a dish that tells the story of their ancestry. Oh, I cried. Dale would've totally killed it in this challenge, and Filipino food could've used the good publicity.
What would he have cooked?
Man, that would've been the best thing ever.
I've been thinking about what I would've made, and right now, I'd have to say sinigang. . . a rich and sour tamarind-based soup my mother would usually make with pork or beef, sometimes shrimp, and loaded with leafy greens, eggplant, sitaw (long Chinese green beans), and my favorite part, Daikon radish and gabi (taro). I have good memories of this dish—it reminds me of home. Very satisfying, belly-warming stuff, and I'd say a good representative of true native cuisine due to its use of the indigenous tamarind.
What would you have made?
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Friday, March 11, 2011
Friday, September 17, 2010
It's been a while...
Our summer was busy and a little bit weird. Mostly consisted of me shuttered indoors hunched over a keyboard trying to meet work deadlines. We possibly heard a UFO while staying at my parents' house and went out looking for it but the search was not fruitful (at least as the memory wipe would have us believe). Then we went back to Lexington so TJ could start his second year of school and moved to a new and improved apartment.
I can't wait until next week: on Thursday is the third season premiere of Fringe, and on Sunday is the kick-off of Amazing Race 17 and the MTV premiere of 9500 Liberty. The latter is a documentary of what went down in my home county in northern VA a couple of years ago when the Board of Supervisors passed an ordinance requiring police to check the immigration status of people they had "probable cause" to suspect of being undocumented. Huge culture war ensued. Droves of immigrants left the county, which generally made existing economic woes even worse. The ordinance was overturned after a few months. Take heed, Arizona.
For those that may not have cable access but want to find out more, the creators of 9500 Liberty have a Web site and a channel on YouTube, where the project originally started and which contains dozens of clips (some of which made it into the feature-length documentary).
Have a nice weekend, all, and talk to you again in about another four months, probably.
I can't wait until next week: on Thursday is the third season premiere of Fringe, and on Sunday is the kick-off of Amazing Race 17 and the MTV premiere of 9500 Liberty. The latter is a documentary of what went down in my home county in northern VA a couple of years ago when the Board of Supervisors passed an ordinance requiring police to check the immigration status of people they had "probable cause" to suspect of being undocumented. Huge culture war ensued. Droves of immigrants left the county, which generally made existing economic woes even worse. The ordinance was overturned after a few months. Take heed, Arizona.
For those that may not have cable access but want to find out more, the creators of 9500 Liberty have a Web site and a channel on YouTube, where the project originally started and which contains dozens of clips (some of which made it into the feature-length documentary).
Have a nice weekend, all, and talk to you again in about another four months, probably.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
the best news
Fringe has been picked up for a full 22-episode third season. Hurrah! I can rest easy now.
And the show is up against Lost in Hulu's March Madness-inspired television bracket. The numbers so far are pretty close. I had to go with Fringe for its superior alternate universe storyline.
Less than a month to go before the second season continues . . .
And the show is up against Lost in Hulu's March Madness-inspired television bracket. The numbers so far are pretty close. I had to go with Fringe for its superior alternate universe storyline.
Less than a month to go before the second season continues . . .
Friday, February 05, 2010
well done, bad robot
This is turning into the television shows co-created by J.J. Abrams blog, but I literally have nothing else more exciting going on in my life right now, so . . . how about that episode of Fringe tonight? Holy moly. As in all the best Fringe episodes, this one brought the alt-verse wackness and super creepiness, and it was angsty as all get out. Congratulations, writers!
I've been waiting to see how they would reveal what we all already knew about Peter and saw it looming as soon as Walter mentioned Olivia's superpower, but it was no less awesome when it happened. They did it brilliantly. No huge blow out, just a poor, sad, ashamed Walter quietly begging, "Olivia, please don't tell him," and whoa, the look on Olivia's face. So much for that nice evening out with Peter. That glimmer would be really distracting as you're trying to get to know each other better over drinks, wouldn't it? (NOT A) DATE FAIL. Anyway, what a great scene, and such fantastic performances by the leads.
I can't wait until the show returns from its seven-week hiatus. Yes, seven weeks. But maybe this is a good thing—between Fringe and Lost, I'm not sure how many parallel universes I can handle at once.
I've been waiting to see how they would reveal what we all already knew about Peter and saw it looming as soon as Walter mentioned Olivia's superpower, but it was no less awesome when it happened. They did it brilliantly. No huge blow out, just a poor, sad, ashamed Walter quietly begging, "Olivia, please don't tell him," and whoa, the look on Olivia's face. So much for that nice evening out with Peter. That glimmer would be really distracting as you're trying to get to know each other better over drinks, wouldn't it? (NOT A) DATE FAIL. Anyway, what a great scene, and such fantastic performances by the leads.
I can't wait until the show returns from its seven-week hiatus. Yes, seven weeks. But maybe this is a good thing—between Fringe and Lost, I'm not sure how many parallel universes I can handle at once.
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
ticket, please
Hee . . . the travel site Kayak.com has a fake listing for an Oceanic Airlines flight from Sydney to Los Angeles. You can find it by searching for a one-way flight between those cities on September 22. And the price is $4815.16 plus $23.42 in taxes and fees—perfect. (h/t: Boston Globe).
I heartily enjoyed tonight's big season opener. They didn't waste any time getting the crazy started, did they? And Kate is annoying as ever. "Nothing's irreversible"? Wrong again, Jack!
I heartily enjoyed tonight's big season opener. They didn't waste any time getting the crazy started, did they? And Kate is annoying as ever. "Nothing's irreversible"? Wrong again, Jack!
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
fiesta latina de navidad (and stuff about tv, naturally)
Our congregation at church includes a Spanish-speaking group of members, and they hosted a Christmas party last night. We signed up to bring dessert, so I made a tres leches cake (recipe from Vivian's fave Pioneer Woman) and some Aztec chocolate bark (introduced to me by Jane, who was kind enough to share some with the office last year).
I ended up having to make dos tres leches because I forgot about the first one burning in the oven while I was preoccupied swatting moths that have taken up residence in our apartment. The second cake turned out fabulously, though, and the Aztec chocolate went over well with party-goers not wary about foods combining chocolate and spicy ground chile. It's really quite easy to make and addictively tasty—I highly recommend it if you're in the market for a different kind of holiday treat. Not to fear if you don't have a double-boiler in which to melt the chocolate—I don't have one either, so I just melted the chocolate in a stainless steel bowl set over a pot of boiling water.
I was also happy to get my fill of pozole and mole negro at the party. It was delicious.
In a couple of television related notes:
Golden Globe nominations out today (or yesterday, rather, since I am posting this well over midnight). No John Noble? I know that no one watches Fringe, but COME ON! Walter Bishop is one of the most delightful, complex characters on television and John Noble does a crazy good job bringing him to life. Just as one example, in last week's episode, the change that came over Walter when all the parts of his brain were reconnected: holy smokes. I am disappointed, HFP, though I guess it wouldn't be the first time.
Ben Folds, aka my one true hero during my college years: as Stephen Colbert would ask, great reality show judge or greatest reality show judge? He's one of the judges on the new NBC a cappella competition The Sing-Off (HT: Leeshy), and yes, it's weird to see him there, but after all the 'Hofs, Paula Abduls, and Randy Jacksons that have been foisted upon us on other reality shows, it's pretty incredible to hear a knowledgeable musician give spot-on assessments in complete, coherent sentences and not be a jerk about it. Also, so much for a Mormons vs. Beelzebubs final. Heh. Nota for the win!
Thursday, December 10, 2009
i'm not crying, it's just been raining on my face
Oh man, no third season for the Flight of the Conchords. Sad to see it go, but like Arrested Development, at least the show gets to end while it's still on top.
top chef season 6 finale
We just finished watching the Top Chef finale.
I've been a fan of Kevin and rooting for him all season long—the guy has a heart of gold and how can you argue with his four quickfire wins, five elimination wins, passion for local and sustainable cooking, and not to mention his MAGNIFICENT BIG ASS RED BEARD. While I'm disappointed that he didn't win the whole thing, I really can't say that Michael wasn't deserving since the Volts really brought it, too. However:
I know it's not a reality show without stupid curveballs (knife-draw for sous chefs, mystery box, and surprise fourth course), but with the caliber of chefs in the top three I would've rather watched them cook the meals of their lives without all of the twists and turns.
About those sous chefs: Bryan got lucky. Poor Kevin was totally screwed the second he pulled out the knife with Preeti's name on it. As TJ said, even he could chop vegetables better and faster than her.
Inviting the moms to the table then giving them the boot after the first course: um, rude? Also weird and awkward.
Padma telling Kevin "you are not Top Chef": seriously, what was the point of that? Unnecessarily cruel and humiliating.
It would've been nice to see Bryan collect some cash since he didn't win any quickfires. Maybe I'm not remembering correctly, but it seemed that the way the finale was edited showed Bryan winning two courses vs. Michael winning one. So there I was trying to recover from Kevin's loss and thinking that it really seemed that Bryan was going to win and feeling that I would be fine with that, too . . . and they give it to Michael? So misleading.
If Kevin doesn't win fan favorite, I will eat my hat.
I've been a fan of Kevin and rooting for him all season long—the guy has a heart of gold and how can you argue with his four quickfire wins, five elimination wins, passion for local and sustainable cooking, and not to mention his MAGNIFICENT BIG ASS RED BEARD. While I'm disappointed that he didn't win the whole thing, I really can't say that Michael wasn't deserving since the Volts really brought it, too. However:
I know it's not a reality show without stupid curveballs (knife-draw for sous chefs, mystery box, and surprise fourth course), but with the caliber of chefs in the top three I would've rather watched them cook the meals of their lives without all of the twists and turns.
About those sous chefs: Bryan got lucky. Poor Kevin was totally screwed the second he pulled out the knife with Preeti's name on it. As TJ said, even he could chop vegetables better and faster than her.
Inviting the moms to the table then giving them the boot after the first course: um, rude? Also weird and awkward.
Padma telling Kevin "you are not Top Chef": seriously, what was the point of that? Unnecessarily cruel and humiliating.
It would've been nice to see Bryan collect some cash since he didn't win any quickfires. Maybe I'm not remembering correctly, but it seemed that the way the finale was edited showed Bryan winning two courses vs. Michael winning one. So there I was trying to recover from Kevin's loss and thinking that it really seemed that Bryan was going to win and feeling that I would be fine with that, too . . . and they give it to Michael? So misleading.
If Kevin doesn't win fan favorite, I will eat my hat.
Friday, November 20, 2009
what to watch on thursday nights
One word: Fringe. I mean, does The Office have parallel universes? Teleportation? Super soldiers? Exploding heads? Leonard Nimoy!? I think not. (Or maybe it does, but what do I know.)
I adore Fringe so much. It’s always creeping me out, making me laugh, boggling my mind, or breaking my heart (Walter in last night's episode: "I simply missed my son." I'm not sure I'll be able to bear the inevitable confrontation between dad and Pacey, I mean, Peter, over that one).
I don't even care all that much anymore about the show treading on X-Files territory. Early in the first season I’d be all, "Hmm, serial killer who takes his victims' pituitary glands in order to sustain himself—uh, been there, done that. Zzzz." But ever since the show really came into its own midway through the first season and blinded me with its preposterously wacky science, I've been more inclined to react like, "Whoa, this started out kind of like 'Pusher,' but they totally turned it into 'Eve'! CRAZY!!"
Now someone just needs to convince Fox to stop being all stupid network-y and move the show back to Tuesdays so it doesn't get killed in the ratings every week.
I adore Fringe so much. It’s always creeping me out, making me laugh, boggling my mind, or breaking my heart (Walter in last night's episode: "I simply missed my son." I'm not sure I'll be able to bear the inevitable confrontation between dad and Pacey, I mean, Peter, over that one).
I don't even care all that much anymore about the show treading on X-Files territory. Early in the first season I’d be all, "Hmm, serial killer who takes his victims' pituitary glands in order to sustain himself—uh, been there, done that. Zzzz." But ever since the show really came into its own midway through the first season and blinded me with its preposterously wacky science, I've been more inclined to react like, "Whoa, this started out kind of like 'Pusher,' but they totally turned it into 'Eve'! CRAZY!!"
Now someone just needs to convince Fox to stop being all stupid network-y and move the show back to Tuesdays so it doesn't get killed in the ratings every week.
Monday, August 31, 2009
the h is silent
The best part about moving to a new place? Decorating. Or in my case, dreaming about decorating because I still have tons of unpacking and organizing to do. But as soon as I get my craft room all set up, I'm going to whip up a couple of these babies for the living room:

Gum drop ottomans! OMG I HEART AMY BUTLER.
I'm still trying to figure out which patterns and fabrics to use. Maybe something from Amy's Midwest Modern 2 or Lotus collections? I also like Joel Dewberry's Aviary and Deer Valley (in persimmon because I enjoy the red + blue color combo).
I'm thinking that any of these will go with my new couch, slated for delivery in mid-September (except mine will be a more neutral cappuccino color):

So perfectly sleek, modern, and tufted. I get cartoon hearts and bluebirds floating above my head just by looking at it. THANKS MOM AND MACY'S HOME SALE!
Also, here is a picture of Joel Dewberry, which brings me to the title of this post. Is it just me, or did Eddie Van Blundht totally launch a lucrative career in designing modern and fashionable textiles after his time behind bars? (Those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about can Netflix the X-Files season four episode "Small Potatoes.")

Gum drop ottomans! OMG I HEART AMY BUTLER.
I'm still trying to figure out which patterns and fabrics to use. Maybe something from Amy's Midwest Modern 2 or Lotus collections? I also like Joel Dewberry's Aviary and Deer Valley (in persimmon because I enjoy the red + blue color combo).
I'm thinking that any of these will go with my new couch, slated for delivery in mid-September (except mine will be a more neutral cappuccino color):

So perfectly sleek, modern, and tufted. I get cartoon hearts and bluebirds floating above my head just by looking at it. THANKS MOM AND MACY'S HOME SALE!
Also, here is a picture of Joel Dewberry, which brings me to the title of this post. Is it just me, or did Eddie Van Blundht totally launch a lucrative career in designing modern and fashionable textiles after his time behind bars? (Those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about can Netflix the X-Files season four episode "Small Potatoes.")
Friday, February 20, 2009
bon voyage, conan
Slate on Conan O'Brien:
I'm sure you're wondering what kind of parents would allow their impressionable child to stay up well past midnight to watch a show featuring such illustrious characters as Pimpbot5000 (the classic stylings of a 1950s robot combined with the dynamic flair of a 1970s street pimp) and the masturbating bear (which is exactly what it sounds like). But I adored Conan's wacky sense of humor and self-deprecating style; when I wasn't wanting to be a forensic pathologist like Dana Scully, I wanted to be a comedy writer in New York City like Conan. The Scully thing obviously didn't work out and neither did the New York City comedy thing . . . but I got the writer part down so maybe I'm not a total failure after all.
To no one's surprise, the highlight of my youth did not involve getting asked out to the prom by the most popular guy in school or making the varsity cheerleading squad, but driving up to New York with my best friends to attend a Late Night taping. Hilary Swank was the first guest and Conan would say her last name like a dolphin. Swa-a-a-ank.
All this reminiscing because tonight, after 16 years at Late Night, Conan will say goodbye to Studio 6A in 30 Rockefeller Plaza and head west to take over The Tonight Show. It'll be bittersweet for sure—I'm a little sad and kind of nervous about the move, but at the very least it guarantees a vast improvement over the mediocrity that is Jay Leno's Tonight Show (don't even get me started on NBC giving Leno a 10 PM show—the best thing about Conan's leap to the 11:30 slot was supposed to be me not having to suffer through the last few minutes of Leno while waiting for Conan to start).
And speaking of 30 Rockefeller Plaza, don't let 30 Rock go the way of Arrested Development—watch that show!
Anyway, I'll be watching Conan tonight and wishing him the best when he starts his new show on June 1.
I'm one of those fans, a member of the demographic most likely to view Conan with love and affection: people who reached late-night-TV-watching age at around the same time Conan's show started getting good, around 1995 or so. If you're like me, you started watching Conan regularly at around age 13 or 14, and continued as a highly regular viewer for the next eight or nine years, your loyal fandom enabled by the fact that, as a teenager and then a college student, you had no problem staying up until 12:40 every night.That could've been written by me, except I was probably about 12 when I started watching Conan—back when he was a total unknown and cancellation was seemingly inevitable. But the show got better, the critics turned around, and I'm glad I stuck around to see him get through the dark days.
I'm sure you're wondering what kind of parents would allow their impressionable child to stay up well past midnight to watch a show featuring such illustrious characters as Pimpbot5000 (the classic stylings of a 1950s robot combined with the dynamic flair of a 1970s street pimp) and the masturbating bear (which is exactly what it sounds like). But I adored Conan's wacky sense of humor and self-deprecating style; when I wasn't wanting to be a forensic pathologist like Dana Scully, I wanted to be a comedy writer in New York City like Conan. The Scully thing obviously didn't work out and neither did the New York City comedy thing . . . but I got the writer part down so maybe I'm not a total failure after all.
To no one's surprise, the highlight of my youth did not involve getting asked out to the prom by the most popular guy in school or making the varsity cheerleading squad, but driving up to New York with my best friends to attend a Late Night taping. Hilary Swank was the first guest and Conan would say her last name like a dolphin. Swa-a-a-ank.
All this reminiscing because tonight, after 16 years at Late Night, Conan will say goodbye to Studio 6A in 30 Rockefeller Plaza and head west to take over The Tonight Show. It'll be bittersweet for sure—I'm a little sad and kind of nervous about the move, but at the very least it guarantees a vast improvement over the mediocrity that is Jay Leno's Tonight Show (don't even get me started on NBC giving Leno a 10 PM show—the best thing about Conan's leap to the 11:30 slot was supposed to be me not having to suffer through the last few minutes of Leno while waiting for Conan to start).
And speaking of 30 Rockefeller Plaza, don't let 30 Rock go the way of Arrested Development—watch that show!
Anyway, I'll be watching Conan tonight and wishing him the best when he starts his new show on June 1.
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
a mob named gob
Supporters of McCain just took a page out of Gob's playbook. In the Arrested Development episode Immaculate Election, Gob tries to help out George Michael with his campaign for student body president by implementing some dirty tricks. Here's a excerpt from the transcript.
What's next? Is McCain going to rip up Obama's posters like Tracy Flick did in the movie Election?
(After Indian candidate's video)If you listen closely to the video below, you will hear similar attacks from McCain supporters about Obama.
Gob: (hiding in crowd) Go home, you terrorist!
Michael: How stupid do you have to be to say something like that ...?
Gob: (revealed) You're not wanted here!
What's next? Is McCain going to rip up Obama's posters like Tracy Flick did in the movie Election?
Thursday, May 22, 2008
no way!!
HOW IS WHINY MCGREASE FACE STILL ON MY TV!?
They had the chance to get rid of Spike or Lisa, and they chose Dale?! Seriously, Bravo? Uh, excuse me while I pick my jaw up from the floor and never watch Top Chef again.
They had the chance to get rid of Spike or Lisa, and they chose Dale?! Seriously, Bravo? Uh, excuse me while I pick my jaw up from the floor and never watch Top Chef again.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
the lost art of the jingle
As we all know, television commercials have become the radio of hipster music — it's the medium that made Feist a star and ruined my fondness for the Postal Service. Four or five years ago it kind of shocked me to hear Modest Mouse selling minivans to soccer moms (not that I have any problem with that, you've gotta pay the bills somehow) but now I hear Stephin Merritt's voice on Volvo commercials and it doesn't even phase me.
Which is why I say thank goodness for the Subway $5 footlong ad! TJ will tell you that I am transfixed by it every time it comes on television. Like many jingles that have come before it, I could see how it could irritate some people, but to me it's so strangely refreshing in comparison to all those other current commercials ripped from the OC (don't call it that) musical playbook.
I haven't thought about at all today it until I saw it deconstructed by Slate, and ever since then it's been in my head. Not since the "keep those balls in the air" song has anything had such mental staying power.
Which is why I say thank goodness for the Subway $5 footlong ad! TJ will tell you that I am transfixed by it every time it comes on television. Like many jingles that have come before it, I could see how it could irritate some people, but to me it's so strangely refreshing in comparison to all those other current commercials ripped from the OC (don't call it that) musical playbook.
I haven't thought about at all today it until I saw it deconstructed by Slate, and ever since then it's been in my head. Not since the "keep those balls in the air" song has anything had such mental staying power.
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
our tax dollars at work
Man. If I worked at the FCC, I'd take them up on that offer ASAP.
Anyway, the FCC finally got back to them a couple years later, forced to explain why references to "corn-holing" and "making corn-holes," in context of "discussions of a corn baller, an implement for making popcorn balls," are not patently offensive. Bwahaha. DENIED.
I'd be giggling the entire time if I were the lawyer who had to write that.
Better yet, I also found a review of the show in PTC's family TV guide, which gives it two red lights out of three for sex:
Sexual content on the show contains a disturbing plotline, featuring teenager George Michael (Michael’s son), who is sexually attracted to his cousin Maeby (Lyndsey’s daughter). Episodes often have him caught in uncomfortable situations where his true feelings for Maeby are almost revealed.and language:
In one episode, Buster expresses his dislike for his mother by going on an expletive laden tirade, all of which had to be censored by the network.Actually, I've read that Tony Hale is a devout Christian (true story) who—according to Jason Bateman—doesn’t have much when it comes to dirty vocabulary, so he just recited the alphabet in that scene.
I haven't been this entertained since actually watching the show itself.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Oscar gets it right this time
It's hard to take the Academy Awards seriously when they do things like give Titanic the trophy for Best Picture and snub Elliott Smith in favor of Celine Dion. So imagine my excitement last night when they managed not to screw it up and awarded Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová the Oscar for Best Original Song. And then, when Markéta was cut off by the orchestra before she could even say "thank you," they managed not to screw it up again when they let her come back out for a second chance to give her acceptance speech. It was the best moment of the night. Way to go, Academy. And I really mean it this time.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Nooo...
Another flashback to my childhood, but this time in a sad way.
Don Herbert, better known as Mr. Wizard to nerdy kids like me, has died at the age of 89.
I loved Mr. Wizard. I remember watching one episode in which he used mirrors to make the lower half of a kid's body invisible. It blew my seven-year-old mind.
Maybe I'll make some soap-powered paper boats in his honor.
Friday, June 08, 2007
D-D-D-Do you have it?
I've decided that the Nickelodeon GAS channel is the best thing to happen to me since Paris Hilton got sent back to jail and the Game Show Network decided to air reruns of Press Your Luck.
I'm convinced that this station was launched for the sole purpose of entertaining people like me who grew up watching television in the early 90s. Why did I never realize back then how much Mike O'Malley hated his life?
One of my all-time favorites has to be Legends of the Hidden Temple. This show had everything. A giant talking Aztec head, that silver monkey statue nobody seemed to be able to put together... and then to watch the kids have no idea what to do once they entered the temple at the end...so priceless. And the prizes. Oh, the lame, lame prizes. I mean, come on...I know they got ousted in the first round, but all they get is a can of Nestle Quik? Or a bag of Blow Pops? (Say from Charms! What? Cut, cut...)
And then of course, there is Nickelodeon GUTS, which is basically American Gladiators for kids. I nearly died laughing when I saw the treacherous Aggro Crag for the first time in 15 years. Tell him what he's won, Mo! Why, he's won a trip to SPACE CAMP! And a pair of BK British Knights!!
I've yet to see an episode of Nick Arcade (the nerdy, nonathletic version of GUTS) on this channel. Who can forget the Video Zone? It was only the hardest final challenge of any kids' game show ever.
Oh, the memories...
I'm convinced that this station was launched for the sole purpose of entertaining people like me who grew up watching television in the early 90s. Why did I never realize back then how much Mike O'Malley hated his life?
One of my all-time favorites has to be Legends of the Hidden Temple. This show had everything. A giant talking Aztec head, that silver monkey statue nobody seemed to be able to put together... and then to watch the kids have no idea what to do once they entered the temple at the end...so priceless. And the prizes. Oh, the lame, lame prizes. I mean, come on...I know they got ousted in the first round, but all they get is a can of Nestle Quik? Or a bag of Blow Pops? (Say from Charms! What? Cut, cut...)
And then of course, there is Nickelodeon GUTS, which is basically American Gladiators for kids. I nearly died laughing when I saw the treacherous Aggro Crag for the first time in 15 years. Tell him what he's won, Mo! Why, he's won a trip to SPACE CAMP! And a pair of BK British Knights!!
I've yet to see an episode of Nick Arcade (the nerdy, nonathletic version of GUTS) on this channel. Who can forget the Video Zone? It was only the hardest final challenge of any kids' game show ever.
Oh, the memories...
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Ahoy, mateys
During my lunch break today I spotted an item in the LA Times about a just-announced TV series that combines two of my greatest passions in life: pirates and reality shows.
Unfortunately, the rest of the description makes the format sound really similar to Survivor, which I hate (and which also makes sense, since both shows are produced by the same guy). But I really want to like this show. I mean, it's pirate themed, for one. Plus, what else am I going to watch between the end of Amazing Race and the beginning of Project Runway? Baseball? I don't think so. Unless it involves someone getting hit in the face with a pizza.
“Pirate Master” will send 16 modern-day pirates on a high seas adventure where they will live as buccaneers and travel around the Caribbean island of Dominica in search of hidden treasures worth $1 million. Over the course of 33 days, these pirates will live aboard a massive 179 foot, square-rigged barque which carries 12,500 square feet of sail.
Unfortunately, the rest of the description makes the format sound really similar to Survivor, which I hate (and which also makes sense, since both shows are produced by the same guy). But I really want to like this show. I mean, it's pirate themed, for one. Plus, what else am I going to watch between the end of Amazing Race and the beginning of Project Runway? Baseball? I don't think so. Unless it involves someone getting hit in the face with a pizza.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Chain Reaction on GSN
Bwahaha. First of all, this show probably has the hardest final round format of any game show I've ever seen. Two team members have to help a third team member (who is blindfolded) guess seven hidden words in 90 seconds by building sentences made of alternating single word clues.
That explanation probably doesn't make any sense if you haven't seen the show. But I am a nerd who has seen it plenty of times, and never in my life had I witnessed any team good enough to win the final round.
Until tonight.
You're sitting there amazed, watching the two guys building really great clues for the guesser and basically tearing through the round. And then they get to the point where the hidden word is frog.
Guy #1: What
Guy #2: is
Guy #1: opposite
Guy #2: [looks confused] of
Guy #1: toad
Guy #3: [hits buzzer really fast] Frog
I laughed so much, and I don't even know why. I mean, it makes perfect sense, right? The opposite of toad is frog. Like the opposite of alligator is crocodile, or the opposite of Coke is Pepsi.
Still can't touch the Family Feud hamburglar incident, though...
That explanation probably doesn't make any sense if you haven't seen the show. But I am a nerd who has seen it plenty of times, and never in my life had I witnessed any team good enough to win the final round.
Until tonight.
You're sitting there amazed, watching the two guys building really great clues for the guesser and basically tearing through the round. And then they get to the point where the hidden word is frog.
Guy #1: What
Guy #2: is
Guy #1: opposite
Guy #2: [looks confused] of
Guy #1: toad
Guy #3: [hits buzzer really fast] Frog
I laughed so much, and I don't even know why. I mean, it makes perfect sense, right? The opposite of toad is frog. Like the opposite of alligator is crocodile, or the opposite of Coke is Pepsi.
Still can't touch the Family Feud hamburglar incident, though...
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