Post by Hucklebubba on Jan 17, 2007 20:42:58 GMT -5
(This might be better suited to the TV section, but I wasn't sure.)
So. . .I love Mythbusters. Both because it's interesting and features humor and explosions, and because one of the Build Team members--Kari Byron--is probably the third or fourth hottest woman on the planet.
And you might think that's where the shallowness hinted at in the title comes into play. "There Kaleb goes again, being all shallow and man-like, finding attractive women attractive."
But you'd be wrong. Wrong wrong wrong! Sucker!
No, the shallowness pertains to certain of the Discovery channel's other programming. Not Futureweapons (Woo-hoo! Guided bullets that can discriminate by hair color!), not Stunt Junkies (Woo-hoo! Idiots trying to kill themselves!) and not even Dirty Jobs (Woo-hoo! I've never watched this show!).
I'm talkin' 'bout Surgery Saved My Life. Dear sweet magpies, I hope this show fails. Or at least stops advertising. If it weren't for the commercials, I could avoid contact with it altogether.
But no, Discovery feels that I must know about the latest episode and theme du jour. First it was spinal defects, then multi-organ transplants, then heart surgery, and most recently, facial disfigurements. Did I mention that I'm almost always eating when I'm watching Discovery? Did I mention that I'm usually done eating right after one of these commercials comes on? Could it be that my pattern recognition is not so good, and I'm the one at fault here?
Whatever the case, I actually feel bad--borderline terrible, in fact--about disliking this show. I mean it's doctors doing good things--in the form of incredibly gross surgeries--out of the kindness of their hearts and for lots of money; I'm worried that wanting it to go away so I can keep my bile down is going to incur some sort of karmic backlash. Sort of like back in fifth grade, when a good half to three-fourths of the student body was convinced that making fun of the retarded kids would result in some sort of snafu that would render the mocker retarded. Except that in this case, the penalty is having to go in for a complete upper-body replacement, or whatever.
And yes, my life is still governed largely by grade school superstition. Hey, do I judge you?
I guess what I really want is for someone to hug me and tell me it's okay to be more concerned with getting my turkey casserole to go down and stay down than I am with hideously deformed people on the other side of the world. That's all I've ever wanted, really.
In the guiltily-desired event that Surgery Saved My Life does go off the air, I think Discovery should fill the vacated time slot by giving Kari Byron her own show. I have no idea what she would do on said show, nor do I care.
So. . .I love Mythbusters. Both because it's interesting and features humor and explosions, and because one of the Build Team members--Kari Byron--is probably the third or fourth hottest woman on the planet.
And you might think that's where the shallowness hinted at in the title comes into play. "There Kaleb goes again, being all shallow and man-like, finding attractive women attractive."
But you'd be wrong. Wrong wrong wrong! Sucker!
No, the shallowness pertains to certain of the Discovery channel's other programming. Not Futureweapons (Woo-hoo! Guided bullets that can discriminate by hair color!), not Stunt Junkies (Woo-hoo! Idiots trying to kill themselves!) and not even Dirty Jobs (Woo-hoo! I've never watched this show!).
I'm talkin' 'bout Surgery Saved My Life. Dear sweet magpies, I hope this show fails. Or at least stops advertising. If it weren't for the commercials, I could avoid contact with it altogether.
But no, Discovery feels that I must know about the latest episode and theme du jour. First it was spinal defects, then multi-organ transplants, then heart surgery, and most recently, facial disfigurements. Did I mention that I'm almost always eating when I'm watching Discovery? Did I mention that I'm usually done eating right after one of these commercials comes on? Could it be that my pattern recognition is not so good, and I'm the one at fault here?
Whatever the case, I actually feel bad--borderline terrible, in fact--about disliking this show. I mean it's doctors doing good things--in the form of incredibly gross surgeries--out of the kindness of their hearts and for lots of money; I'm worried that wanting it to go away so I can keep my bile down is going to incur some sort of karmic backlash. Sort of like back in fifth grade, when a good half to three-fourths of the student body was convinced that making fun of the retarded kids would result in some sort of snafu that would render the mocker retarded. Except that in this case, the penalty is having to go in for a complete upper-body replacement, or whatever.
And yes, my life is still governed largely by grade school superstition. Hey, do I judge you?
I guess what I really want is for someone to hug me and tell me it's okay to be more concerned with getting my turkey casserole to go down and stay down than I am with hideously deformed people on the other side of the world. That's all I've ever wanted, really.
In the guiltily-desired event that Surgery Saved My Life does go off the air, I think Discovery should fill the vacated time slot by giving Kari Byron her own show. I have no idea what she would do on said show, nor do I care.