Initially, I was going to write this whole thing about how much I disliked Alex Trebek. But that was too easy. Instead I will direct you to his myspace profile.
The hours between 10AM and Noon are fantastic. You get Sopranos and West Wing reruns, Frasier, Sports Center, The Daily Show and Colbert Report, News on the news networks (no silly prison or sexual predator documentaries), and of course, The Price is Right, which I still haven’t watched with Drew Carey. I was almost late for class today because I didn’t want to leave my couch.
CBS advertises CSI as television’s most watched drama, but are formula shows like CSI even worthy of the title drama? If CSI was a book, it would hardly be called a dramatic novel. Odds are, it would be lumped in with the genre fiction of writers like James Patterson and John Grisham. I think TV has developed enough as a medium that there can be more than the four genres of sitcom, drama, reality, and game show. Can a show like Deadwood and CSI really be considered the same genre?
When did it become so hip for celebrities to get involved in voiceovers for commercials? They refuse to openly endorse products in the States because of some fear for their image, but they are glad to sell their voices. Are people really going to eat Pizza Hut because Queen Latifah’s voice said they should? Or play video games because Denis Leary, and not some random guy is screaming at them?
My roommates are watching The Hills right now, after a minor emergency occurred when the guide said it would not be on tonight. But it’s on and the TV was wrong. Thank god.
I learned today that the NBA on NBC theme song we all miss so dearly is actually called Roundball Rock. And even more shocking, it was composed by John Tesh.
April 7, 2008 at 9:42 pm |
I like Alex Trebek, and I feel compelled to tell you this:
“That’s not his real Myspace.com.” — Suspicions (Mine).
I, too, had a minor emergency involving my TV, wherein my scheduled quality programming (The Pussycat Dolls Present: Girlicious) was supposed to be on, but it wasn’t. The Guide Lied, twice. (Great assonance, huh?) If the Guide was dictated, and it was Trebek doing so, I’m sure I would start believing it as absolute truth on his timbre alone.
Eric, I think I’ve got it: “You must have been at the Alamo, because I remember you!” No? No.