If you can think it.............it's already been done. Reality tv is hour after hour of continuous train wrecks that you can't keep your eyes off of.
My all time favorites though, have been when a bunch of losers are forced to live with each other and somehow learn to co-exist. The Real World, Big Brother, etc.
The producers and casting directors of these shows search for the biggest bunch of degenerates that could occupy the same space at the same time underneath one roof and simply watch the carnage unfold.
THIS, however, has yet to be done. THIS is what I'd like to see:
8 Strangers, forced to live in the same house. 4 Jews,........ 4 Arabs.
Instead of "The Jersey Shore" it'll be called, "The Gaza Strip."
Talk about ratings! Imagine the anxiety of the 4 Jews every time Akbar walks out of his room wearing a backpack?
Priceless television
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Thought of the Day
Land lines & cell phones.
Everybody has their home land line as well as their cell phones. Everyone answers their home phone as hello, but their cell phone as "this is carl"
There are multiple people living in a house (usually) so wouldn't it make more sense to answer your home phone "this is carl"? Therefore, the person on the other end might not have to guess at who answers. That could potentially be an embarrassing moment if your wife tends to have an unusually deep voice from old steroid use. Answering a phone with multiple users and Identifying yourself could save somebody the humiliation of mistaken identity.
When I call your cell phone, why the hell do you answer with your name....."this is carl"? I know who I'm calling, you don't have to remind me when you answer. When calling a personal cell phone shouldn't that be more appropriate for just a "hello"?
Just a thought.
Everybody has their home land line as well as their cell phones. Everyone answers their home phone as hello, but their cell phone as "this is carl"
There are multiple people living in a house (usually) so wouldn't it make more sense to answer your home phone "this is carl"? Therefore, the person on the other end might not have to guess at who answers. That could potentially be an embarrassing moment if your wife tends to have an unusually deep voice from old steroid use. Answering a phone with multiple users and Identifying yourself could save somebody the humiliation of mistaken identity.
When I call your cell phone, why the hell do you answer with your name....."this is carl"? I know who I'm calling, you don't have to remind me when you answer. When calling a personal cell phone shouldn't that be more appropriate for just a "hello"?
Just a thought.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
The Commercialization of Becoming a Badass
If you took Karate back in the day, you were one of a very few. You were probably tougher than the average joe and you probably had some skill.
Today, Karate is so manufactured that it's sad. Parents spend a ton of money to get junior to go to karate lessons so his ginger ass doesn't get stomped on in school. But do they really learn anything or do they just get to drop the........."Don't F with me, I'm a 2nd degree blackbelt"?
Bull crap. Parents spend all of this money at the Cobra Kai Dojo and Sensei has no choice and obligated to graduate his 7 year olds into yellow & green belts. That's ridiculous.
I saw an overprivileged, soft, upper middle class kid with his green belt heading into the YMCA. First off, you don't become a badass learning your KungFoo at the Y.
I saw him and was like, Nana Betty with her osteoporosis could kick your ass. You wouldn't even be able to defend yourself. You couldn't even defend yourself in a game of Space Invaders fat boy.
I've seen in first hand where a 4 year old graduated to a yellow belt simply because enough money had been spent and enough time had past, yet simple instructions such as "look at me, and stop biting you nails" could not be followed.
If that's really all it takes to be a certifiable ninja, becoming a blackbelt should be on a short list of things to accomplish in life.
Today, Karate is so manufactured that it's sad. Parents spend a ton of money to get junior to go to karate lessons so his ginger ass doesn't get stomped on in school. But do they really learn anything or do they just get to drop the........."Don't F with me, I'm a 2nd degree blackbelt"?
Bull crap. Parents spend all of this money at the Cobra Kai Dojo and Sensei has no choice and obligated to graduate his 7 year olds into yellow & green belts. That's ridiculous.
I saw an overprivileged, soft, upper middle class kid with his green belt heading into the YMCA. First off, you don't become a badass learning your KungFoo at the Y.
I saw him and was like, Nana Betty with her osteoporosis could kick your ass. You wouldn't even be able to defend yourself. You couldn't even defend yourself in a game of Space Invaders fat boy.
I've seen in first hand where a 4 year old graduated to a yellow belt simply because enough money had been spent and enough time had past, yet simple instructions such as "look at me, and stop biting you nails" could not be followed.
If that's really all it takes to be a certifiable ninja, becoming a blackbelt should be on a short list of things to accomplish in life.
Urinals
Mans great invention.
You get to pretend you're talking a piss in the snow or in a bush, but you actually get to stand up and piss on a wall. Inside a building.
A great invention.
They are pretty sick though if you think about it. How many roots have defiled these urinals?
But.........it's collateral damage for such a great thing.
Damage like the everlasting presence of "the pube". There's always going to be a stray, on every urinal. What I don't get is when you muscle up to the pisser and it looks as though someone just got a haircut.
My first question is, who the F has 4" long pubes? 2nd Question is what is with the abnormal pube release? Did somebody get angry and say "Dammit, I have too many pubes, " and just start ripping them out? Perhaps they are currently undergoing chemo and they just shook out when he unwrapped his unit. Similar to unwrapping the dried out Christmas tree that you get from Home Depot.
They guys selling gum, cologne and cigarettes should keep a Dustbuster handy.
You get to pretend you're talking a piss in the snow or in a bush, but you actually get to stand up and piss on a wall. Inside a building.
A great invention.
They are pretty sick though if you think about it. How many roots have defiled these urinals?
But.........it's collateral damage for such a great thing.
Damage like the everlasting presence of "the pube". There's always going to be a stray, on every urinal. What I don't get is when you muscle up to the pisser and it looks as though someone just got a haircut.
My first question is, who the F has 4" long pubes? 2nd Question is what is with the abnormal pube release? Did somebody get angry and say "Dammit, I have too many pubes, " and just start ripping them out? Perhaps they are currently undergoing chemo and they just shook out when he unwrapped his unit. Similar to unwrapping the dried out Christmas tree that you get from Home Depot.
They guys selling gum, cologne and cigarettes should keep a Dustbuster handy.
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