"Live every week like it's Shark Week!"

OK, I'm working on a LONG post right now, so this is gonna be a shorter one.

-So, a childhood dream of mine kind of came true today: I got a phone call from The Greatest American Hero! You know, "Believe it or not, I'm walking on air...". Yeah. William Katt, star of the 80's hit. He's working on a top secret project, but he'd been in touch with one of my teammates at work.

I know I've written about this before, but that was probably the only show we watched as a family before my dad died. So, I've got memories. Anyway, my teammate told William about me and my fanboyness, so he actually gave me a call. I feel so bad because I was having a bad day and totally answered the phone like an a-hole. When he identified himself, I couldn't believe it. The dude was awesome. I went all fanboy-stupid and couldn't really tell you all the stuff that fell out of my mouth. I remember telling him that I was Pippin in high school and that I based my interpretation on video of his Broadway run as the character. Anyway, he was such a nice and gracious guy, and he even gave me his cell. Told me to let him know if I ever needed anything and that he'd be swinging through town on the promo circuit and he'd loved to meet with me. I was floored! One down, only Hasselhoff, Adam West, Stan Lee, John Schneider, and Tom Wopat to go!

-Everyone likes to think of Star Trek's Uhura as some kind of pioneer in breaking television's color barrier. In a way, that's true. On the other hand, she really wasn't that important of a character. Sure, they call her the ship's "communications officer", but she was really just an operator. She worked the switchboards. So, if anything, Uhura started a longstanding tradition of Black women working at the phone company. Next time your bill payment isn't registered, or you have to log a service complaint, thank Uhura for your fifteen-minute wait time. In the meantime, enjoy that Muzak!

-Speaking of Star Trek, the trailer for the new movie has got me having a Trekkie relapse. I've kept it buried inside since the end of DS9, but I'm feelin' a resurgence. Sadly, I even find myself liking Enterprise. ENTERPRISE! The Scott Bakula thing that wouldn't even acknowledge it was a Star Trek show until its third season! Anyway, like the critics used to say, it really is a much sexier show than any of the other spin-offs. Plus, I like when my Starfleet officers curse. You'd never hear Jean-Luc or Will Riker yell, "Well, son of a bitch!" You'll hear that on Jonathan Archer's ship. Plus, every woman in the Mirror Universe wears a halter top. It's the little things in life...

-I have a crazy crush on Jane Krakowski right now. As if Tina Fey and her sexy/geeky/cool didn't make 30 Rock hard enough to watch, seeing Jane as the aloof, self-absorbed starlet takes the cake. Plus, I have to give her credit for only getting more beautiful with age. Anyone who remembers her from Ally McBeal knows she was "the thick one". There was Calista Flockhart: the skinny one; Courtney Thorne-Smith: the one that every viewer related to, and Jane: the thick, not as pretty as the other two, one. But at 39, she looks amazing these days. For further proof, watch the 30 Rock eps that either feature her Maxim shoot or her "Muffin Top" music video.

-Speaking of music, Jordin Sparks's "Tattoo" is a horrible debut single. I mean, it's catchy. I'll give it that. Just like Chris Brown's "With You", it's a pretty weak song, with weak lyrics, and a basic sound structure. That said, they're both catchy as Hell. Regardless, it's not the debut single of an American Idol.

I'm not sure if you've noticed, but Idol debuts tend to be pretty...meta. In other words, the songs are basically the winner singing about how awesome it is to win AI. "A Moment Like This"? Kelly lived a lifetime to win AI. Ruben's "Flying Without Wings" doesn't count because it was a song written for Westlife and just reused (Simon was one of Westlife's managers). Nobody remembers Fantasia's "I Believe", which is sad considering AI alum Tamyra Gray wrote it. Carrie Underwood stole the country crowd with "Inside Your Heaven", which doubles as a love song, but also affirms that she wants to be in the hearts and minds of her fans. "Do I Make You Proud?" Well, Taylor was hoping he did. And then his label dropped him. Technically, "This is My Now" is Jordin's debut, which follows the Idol formula, but it never stuck. Now, we've got this song that sounds like it was written for JoJo or something. Plus, if it truly is following the this-song-is-about Idol formula, she's basically saying that the experience is something she's never gonna be able to shake. It's grafted onto her for-fucking-ever. Unless she has painful surgery. That's pretty ominous if ya ask me...The longer this show lasts, the more I'm convinced that the well is running dry.

In fact, I'm starting to feel like those old people who think today's music is crap. I mean, who thought Keyshia Cole had talent?! Sure, I get the whole she's-from-the-wrong-side-of-the-tracks angle, but damn! She's a studio artist , at best, as all the live stuff I've seen makes her sound like an epileptic rooster.

-If I see another Arthur Suydam zombie cover on a comic, I'm going to track him down and shoot him in the face. This is a gimmick that has gone on about 2 years too long.

-In closing, apparently, I'm an idiot. I hardly ever comment on the stuff in my comments section as it seems that people find my site 3 months after a post, and comment on something ancient. That said, somebody decided to anonymously point out my idiocy, mainly, because I have class. If you remember my last Whose Wedding post, I pretty much crapped all over a planner named Linyette. Well, my view stands. She's tacky as hell. I don't want my party favors to be spray-painted shit from the Dollar Store. Like the commentor said, everyone's entitled to an opinion, and that's mine. Thanks for stopping by, though.

Posted by William @ 1/30/2008 08:03:00 PM
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"Hey, did you guys see that fight outside?!"

I just had the kind of weekend that I just know I'm going to look back on and regret. I didn't do anything wrong, but I just feel kind of...off about a lot of stuff. I know I'm being cryptic, but it's really not that deep; I'm just the type of guy who tends to regret shit. As my friend Jenna would say, I've got to learn to let it go. Anyway, on to the randomness.

- I swear that Dr. Rey, from Dr. 90210 is the creepiest, sketchiest son of a bitch on television. Find me a creepier dude; I dare you. From his weird-ass gangster suits to the skeezy way that he speaks to his women patients, that guy does not put me at ease. And don't get me started on all his martial arts bullshit. Out of nowhere, he'll just pull out a pair of nunchucks and go at it. With the exception of Michelangelo & Panthro, nobody cool has ever wielded nunchucks. They're that weapon that sounds cool in theory, but ends up looking stupid in practice. Then, there's his home life, which just seems so fake. It's like he's actually gay, but they went out and cast an actress to be his wife, who is obviously uncomfortable in the role. Any scene with him and his wife is always so scripted and dramatic. The other day, he had to go to his birth home to Argentina (?), where he was determined to get his deathbed-ridden father to admit that he loved him. Meanwhile, Mrs. Rey (who looks as much like Skeletor as Finola Hughes), is bawling because she fears she'll never see Dr. Rey again. Sweety, he's just going on a trip. Stop your crying. Plus, I thought this show was about plastic surgery. Enough with the family drama and bring on the boobies!

- I'm about to declare the single of 2008. Yes, I know it's early in the year, plus it's not even an official single yet. That said, Jive would be foolish not to release it. What is it? "Break the Ice" on Britney's Blackout album. It's the hottest song on an entirely hot album. It's impossible to not dance when that song comes on. It truly is the hotness. Yes, it has driven me to use the term "the hotness". That song is so tight that I've actually choreographed a dance for it. I'm not talking about some little bullshit dance, either. This is a Fatima Robinson-level dance, and you better believe it won't involve folding chairs!

- You know, Natasha Bedingfield looks great for a 37 year old. Wait...she's actually 26? Oh...

I mean, seriously, did ya see the heinous top she's got on in her latest video? It just screams "Cougar Wear". Get her out of Dress Barn, stat!

My deal with Natasha is that she still doesn't seem to know what the Hell she's doing. Her debut album was one of the most meta experiences in musical history, as she wrote an entire album pretty much describing how difficult it is to write an album. Have you ever listened to the words to "These Words"? It's about how she couldn't figure out what to write, so she's just gonna sing about how hardthe process is. Really? Does that count? Is she just going for partial credit? Anyway, she's got her new album that drops on Tuesday, and her big single, "Love Like This" features Sean Kingston. Really? Who's bright idea was that? That's the worst, most missmatched combo since the So So Def remix video to Jessica Simpson's "Irresistible", where Bow Wow's scenes are just spliced in later, as it's clear Jessica would never be in the same room with him. Also, Natasha's song has no real tune. She's just kinda screeching at notes, hoping that some of them stick. It's like they want to present her as a singer with a 5-octave range, yet she's not really exhibiting any control. Her manager needs to figure out what her gimmick is gonna be. What is it about Natasha Bedingfield that people should care about? What is there to kep her from becoming tomorrow's Natalie Imbruglia or Robyn? That shit right thur is gonna be the million dollar question.

- Oh, thank all that is holy for the miracle of TLC's Smash Lab. A show dedicated to blowing shit up and wrecking shit. You know, for science. For every Real Housewives of Orange County and Intervention that we have to put up with, every now and then someone presents us with shows we really want to watch, like this one.

- Speaking of smashing shit, Burnout is the best/worst therapy for social deviants. In fact, I'm starting to believe that video games really can corrupt today's youth. I mean, I was never a gamer. Yet, I picked up Burnout 2, and found that I had an affinity for causing NASTY multicar collisions on the highway. Not only did Burnout allow it - it encouraged it. So, I found myself begin rewarded for causing property damage and killing as many school bus children as possible. And I couldn't stop. I spent 8 hrs devising the sickest, gnarliest, audacious car collisions possible. And you know what? I'd do it again. I'm THAT sick. Thanks a lot, Burnout...

- So, Katie Holmes was making the talk show rounds last week to promote her new movie, Mad Money. Best Week Ever made fun of the fact that she didn't really have anything to say. She'd drop little worthless anecdotes about Suri which, as BWE put it, it sounded like she was describing a child that she had just met. "Oh, she's got a good temperament." What I felt needed discussing, however, was her surprise appearance on BET's 106 & Park. Yeah, let that sink in for a minute. For the uninformed, 106 & Park is BET's version of TRL, only people actually watch 106 & Park. So, Katie comes on to present her costar, Queen Latifah, with the Golden Globe she'd won a few nights earlier (ya know, since the strike pretty much killed the Globes ceremony). I have never heard of a more inappropriate person to be in the BET studio. Let me explain: half them folks ain't never seen Dawson's Creek. Nor have they seen Go. And she was the most throwaway part of Batman Begins. So, I'd just love to know how it felt to be in the middle of the collective "who the fuck does this bitch think she is?" mentality that must've been running rampant in the studio audience.

- This is going to be controversial, but I feel I have to go here. I've a theory on what must be the best part about being a gay male: the clothes. Allow me to explain. There's some shit out there that a straight gay just isn't allowed to wear. For example, I was at Busboys and Poets tonight, and there was a grown man wearing a vintage boy scout uniform, complete with bandana neck kerchief. That shit is bold. Now, I'm not saying I'd want to wear it, but I'd like to be able to should I so feel the desire. For a straight guy, you wear that, and people start to talk. "Oh, Will must be gay." Or "What the hell was he thinking?" However, if I were gay, people would see me in that shit and just say, "Oh well, he's gay, so..." It's like a free pass. If I were a gay man, I could wear a picnic tablecloth as a cape, Adidas sweatbands on my ankles, along with a belt made of McDonalds ketchup packets, and they'd be copying that shit on Project Runway. You could be a gay guy with no fashion sense, and no one would know because stereotypes support that all gay men are fashion pioneers. That's some bullshit and it needs to stop. Some of us straight guys wanna be fashionably daring, too. It just ain't fair! Yes, I realize there are a ton of cons that are heavier than my shallow pro. I have a friend who said she wished she was Black just so that she would be able to get away with wearing bright colors. Yeah, I realize my argument is just as fucked up as her statement right there. Sure, it's more about confidence than sexual orientation, but I just wish we didn't have these hang-ups. Maybe I'm just looking for excuses. Look for my new line, Bromosexual, in Fall 2008.

- Am I the only one who finds it funny that Kate Hudson only gets the roles that would have gone to Goldie Hawn 20 yrs ago? What's weird about that, you say? Well, it's weird considering Kate's Goldie's daughter. I mean, has this ever happened before in Hollywood? Kiefer Sutherland sure as hell doesn't play the same roles as Donald Sutherland. Charlie Sheen sure ain't taking those Martin Sheen roles. It's odd that Kate and Goldie are so interchangeable. Watch the trailer for Fool's Gold. You swap out Matthew McConaughey with Kurt Russell and you've got Overboard. Think about that for a bit.

Anyway, Happy MLK Day to y'all with good, government jobs. While you're drinking your lattes and catching up on your Tivo, I'll be busting my ass making sure no comics get lost shipping from Korea. I have a dream, as well. I see Black children and White children holding hands, as the White children introduce their new Black friends to the magical world of comic books. And the Black children will fall in love with the medium and begin to buy comics for themselves. And enough comics will eventually be bought by these Black children that the industry will have to acknowledge this audience exists, and will have to shut down on MLK day for fear of backlash. Thank God Almighty, for fear of backlash...

Posted by William @ 1/21/2008 03:05:00 AM
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"Crackheads'll wobble, but they won't fall down."

Watching Katt Williams, while reading an article on the dynamics of the Clinton-Gore relationship during the 2000 elections. That, folks, is a great example of how complex and screwed up I am...Anyway, it's been some time since I've posted, so I figured I was overdue. Here's just a random sampling of things on my mind at the moment. You know the drill:

-So, Spider-Man's got no wife now. Huh. Not quite sure how to take that. For those of you who don't read comics, but only know the Spidey story via the movies, here's a recap: in the comic, Spider-Man and MJ have been married since the 80's (it's only been about 5 years in their timeline). She knew he was Spider-Man, and he had the benefit of having a hot-ass, supermodel/actress wife. I always hated that.

Spider-Man is the everyman hero. People like the character because they see themselves in him. He's the underdog. He just can't catch a break. He struggles with his bills, he wrestles with the guilt surrounding the deaths of loved ones, and he really just wants to find "the big happy", to borrow from another source. Despite all this, he had a hot-ass supermodel/actress for a wife. You know what that means? No matter how bad of a day he had, he would always get to come home...to supermodel sex. I (and probably you, if you're reading this) will never experience supermodel sex, but I figure it ranks somewhere between winning the lottery and getting an extra McNugget in your 6-piece. I can't feel sorry for that guy. Yeah, your uncle died and your old girlfriend was thrown off a bridge. So what? You've got supermodel sex. It's a cure-all, kinda like Vick's Vaporub (there's NOTHING that can't be cured by Vick's!).

Anyway, they went through the usual comic/soap opera stuff: they got married, she got kidnapped, he found her, she got pregnant, baby was kidnapped, baby was forgotten about like Judy on Family Matters, MJ got on plane, plane blew up, Peter grieved and moved on, turns out death was faked, they reconcile, they separate, they reconcile, his aunt gets shot, he sacrifices marriage to save geriatric aunt, marriage never happened. Rinse and repeat.

Yeah, due to the fact that they ran out of ideas, the great comic people had Spidey reveal his identity as Peter Parker to the world (long story!). This, of course, paints a target on him and his family. Crime boss puts a hit on Spidey, and thug ends up shooting his Aunt May instead. Peter, then, MAKES A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL. Yes, THE Devil, who brings his aunt back to life but at the cost of the pure, rare love that Peter and MJ share. Huh? That's just as stupid as some fat sea witch stealing my voice and keeping it in a clam. Apparently, the guilt over having his old ass aunt getting caught in the crossfire just ruined the idea of supermodel sex for him. That poor bastard. So, even though she's 80 and probably gonna die soon anyway, Peter takes THE DEVIL (!) up on his offer and brings his aunt back to life. Yeah, nothing bad could result from this. This, in effect, resets the world so that the marriage never happened. Ever. I can't even get into everything that's wrong with this idea...And I'm finding that I actually miss MJ. Instead of being "just that hot chick", she grounded Peter and let him know that the little guy can win every now and then. Plus, there was the sex. And he had to go and throw it all away!

-I finally saw Transformers. Yeah, I'm sure a lot of you figured that I would be in line on opening day, but I've actually never been much of a Transfan. The lore is just too confusing, and the concept just seems kind of boring after a bit. Just as G.I.Joe will never beat Cobra, the Autobots will never beat the Decepticons. The ongoing battle between good and evil. And that gets boring. On top of that, the company with the TF comic license is one of my biggest accounts. Over the summer, I had Transformers coming out of the ass, as I had to coordinate things with the movie release. By the time the movie actually came out, the last thing I wanted to do was sit down and watch it. Anyway, I really liked that movie, especially more than I thought I would. Megan Fox is gorgeous ("David Silver" is a lucky, lucky man!) and Shia was a good leading...kid. All in all, it was a really good movie. Not a great movie, but a really good one.

-I also saw Juno, which is one of my favorite movies of the past 5 years. It was excellent. It had that Ghost World sensibility without all of the aloofness. Juno would be the perfect girlfriend (you know, without the whole "accidental pregnancy" angle). I can only hope that my wife yells, "Thundercats are GO!" when her water breaks...

-The best part of Scott Baio is 46...and Pregnant is the music. I mean, last season, he was kind of a jerk, but you got where he was coming from: he was afraid of commitment. This season, however, he's just a dick. The entire time, though, the soundtrack is blasting the songs you danced to at your 1987 prom. I swear it's like playing GTA: Vice City...Anyway, I think the music is to remind us that Scott hasn't really done anything in the past 20 yrs.

-I'm convinced that Patrick Warburton is the Cree Summer of the 21st century! I mean, is there an animated show where he doesn't voice a character?! Sure, his legacy is probably going to be Puddy, but if you just IMDB the guy, you'll realize he's ev-er-y-where.

-Speaking of TV, I've got a problem with MTV's Made. I'm sure I've probably written about this before, but it's killing me how everyone, at the end, is successfully...Made. I know that's terrible, and I should be rooting for them, but some of this shit is just out of left field. You get a weird, social outcast who does nothing but talk shit about all the popular kids in school. What does she want to be? Homecoming queen! So, not only do you have to give her a makeover and hope it sticks, but you've also got to convince the entire school to like her, despite her past transgressions. Do you know how evil teenagers are? Do you really think this will work? But it does! How much did MTV pay those classmates? Or, take the overweight, sporty-spice tomboy. What does she want to be made into? A model. WTF?! So, they get as close as they can. They decide to make her a plus-size model. They give her a fashion coach and send her to fashion week in NYC. And in the end, she makes it. I want to see a week of Almost Made, where the kid either fails or gives up. I need some balance to this fantasy.

-Thank Yahweh that One Tree Hill is back! Let me explain my history with this show. While everyone was jumping on The OC's bandwagon, I hitched my wagon to the little- show-that-could on The WB. It was a trite story, a modern day Cain & Abel story, set on a basketball court. Trust me, that's deeper than they've ever acheived. But that was the gist of it. I found myself watching the show because I had a crush on Bethany Joy Galeotti (nee Lenz). I loved watching the struggle of Lucas and Nathan Scott, as they vied for the title of Best B-Baller in Tree Hill. I found myself madly in love with the adorable Sophia Bush, and the addition of Boy Meets World's. Minkis was the icing on the cake. It's so much like Dawson's Creek, even though people fail to recognize it. You watch it and find yourself saying, "Real kids don't talk like that". Just like the Creek, these kids try so hard. There's so much angst and, to them, there's so much at stake. I give it the Center Stage award, as (just like that movie) the actors pour their hearts and souls into a weak-ass plot. Here we are, 5 years later, and OTH has outlasted The OC, and is finally attracting an audience. With the strike going on, this is pretty much the only show I watch. Yes, I am a 15 year old girl...

This post goes out to Tracie in Arizona. It's nice to know that I'm not the only one reading this thing :) If anyone else is reading this (besides James, Jenn, JJ, Tarek and King Kong), make yourself known!

Posted by William @ 1/16/2008 11:19:00 PM
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"We are going to go America all over their asses!"

First of all, can we please leave Britney alone? Seriously? I get it. It was funny for a while. "Haha, look at the country bumpkin and her poor parenting!" But it's gone too far. It's clear this is no longer about publicity or anything vain like that. Plain and simple, she's got a problem and she needs help. Her family contributed to that, and I'm sure Jamie's little Spear in the Oven isn't helping matters. Anyway, Hollywood, paps, bloggers, etc, really need to lay off. You're not going to stop until she dies, and that's just not going to be cool. It happened with Marilyn, it happened with Anna Nicole, and it's cranked up to 11 with Brit. Plus, if she dies, I really don't want to have to deal with the inevitable release of a Timbaland version of "Candle in the Wind"...

Anyway, I'd like to take a moment to express my sheer and utter joy at the return of American Gladiators! This takes me back to the days before girls and bills, when my life revolved around Saturday morning fare comprised of cartoons, WWF, and AG. Though it probably doesn't count, I think American Gladiators is the only organized "sport" that I ever gave a shit about. Why? Because it was about the everyman, the little guy, taking his chance against these physical powerhouses. There was just something about seeing a fax machine salesman live out the athletic dream of fighting with a giant Q-Tip against some dude named Kapow or something (near the end of the show, they were running out of onamatapoeia names, so I'm pretty sure there was a Kapow or a Blorrch running around...). So, with that old school love, how does the new version stack up? Let's take a look inside:

1) The hosts could use some work. I love the Hulkster as much as the next guy, but I always preferred the idea of a sportcasters and former Gladiators as AG commentators. Mike Adamle, Joe Theismann, and Nitro fit the bill nicely on the original series. I don't know if it's the family drama (divorce and Nick's accident) or what, but Hogan is really phoning it in. He's trying, but his heart's just not in it. It's a shame when he's outshone by Laila Ali, who has never had personality. Laila always seems to get work because A) she's Muhammad Ali's daughter and B) she's easy on the eyes. As far as her delivery, it's always apparent that "cue card reading" wasn't part of her GED course. They should've gone with Howie Long and Stone Cold Steve Austin. Howie for the "real sports cred", while Stone Cold would bring in your desired demo. If you really need a woman, throw in Summer Sanders. After all, she spent all those years on NBA: Inside Stuff not knowing why the Hell she was even there...

2) I like the fact that, as far as the Gladiator women are concerned, they went with actual brawn instead of the Trish Stratus fitness model type. I mean, look at these chicks! Hellga is no laughing matter, at 6'1 and 205 lbs! Now, if only she could learn to use her size to her advantage (looking kind slow there in The Gauntlet...). And Crush (AKA, MMA Champ Gina Corano)...155 pounds of Gladiator never looked so good!

3) Who knew your best bet would be the Asians?! Not to make some sort of blanket, racial statement, but we have had 2 awesome, charismatic athletes who came from behind and took it all. Venus had to sub in in the very first match-up, as the original contender was injured. A rehabilitation doctor, Venus came from behind and pulled off an amazing victory at the end. Sure, she looked like shit on toast at the end of things, but she pulled through like a champ. In the next episode, we had Moli, who was jokingly trying to play up the Asian Nerd stereotype so that people would underestimate him. At times, he seemed like a cocky bastard, but he truly was awesome. He pulled off a victory in the end without really breaking a sweat. It also didn't hurt that his opponent was a 38 year old dad who wasn't necessarily in the greatest shape of his life.

4) Wolf's howl is gonna get old real fast. In fact, it's old now. I'd like to see him gone if there's a second season. And Toa. What the fuck is up with that dude?

5) If there's one thing to be learned from AG, never dedicate your performance to your kid. It's an automatic jinx. Not only will you look like a complete and utter failure as a parent when you lose, but your kids will also hate you....because you're a loser. When you tell someone, "I'm doing this for you", and you don't quite pull it off, well that's just plain embarassing for all involved. Last night, we had 3 situations of "I'm doing this for my kids; they're my world!" And how did this pan out?

First, we had Jessie, the toilet paper saleswoman/single mother. Boo-hoo. She's had such a tough break, so surely she's going to pull out all the stops and win this to give her kids a better life, right? Wrong! She got sacked & blew out her leg during the FIRST EVENT, and had to be replaced.

Chad, the pro skateboarder single dad, ended up getting CRUSHED as his opponent won with a 30 point (!) lead.

Next, former Marine (!) and Iraq vet, Bonnie, got bested by a life coach, after dedicating her game her to kids. Also, she busted her head on the Eliminator and bled like a UFC contender, but lost all the same.

Finally, we had Jeff, who had earned a spot on the original AG but lost his spot because he was stuck in traffic. Now, this should've been "his time", as he'd waited 13 years at another shot. He dedicated the thing to his little newborn daughter, and he proceeded to get PWNED by Moli who treated the entire thing like it was a game rather than a grueling physical challenge.

6) SO glad they added water under the Joust. Now, it seems like there's an actual threat, even if said threat is just "wetness".

7) It really taught me something about myself, as I just couldn't pull this off. Most of these contestants were either professionals or life coaches (man, that's booming industry right now; I should look into that), and they all had these cheesy "I'm here to win", "glass-half full" opinions on everything. You know, "positive attitudes". I haven't played a sport in years, but I know "sportsmanship" was never my strong suit. I could just see myself looking at an event like Hang Tough, and saying, "Fuck this shit. I don't want this badly enough". Elimidate or 5th Wheel, totally doable, as there's the possibility of alcohol, a hot tub and some great NSA sex with a really hot, loose chick on national TV. As far as AG's concerned, back in the day you just got a couple grand, bragging rights and a gawdy-ass ring. Right now, they're competing for $100 K and the chance to be a Gladiator next season. First of all, the money's nice, but that additional prize is a bit of a reach, as we don't even know if there'll be another season. Plus, they're still running out of names! I mean, there's a "Militia" for God's sake! "Jihad" can't be far behind, and that's just gonna make middle American shit a collective brick...

Posted by William @ 1/04/2008 12:17:00 PM
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