Dodgeball tourneys…actually only fun to watch in that dodgeball movie.
So television was very not worth watching tonight (outside a new-to-me episode of House, MD, but alas, that was only 1 hour of mild amusement). In a vain effort, I still tried to watch TV, but ultimately ended up having a race with myself to see how quickly I could identify television shows upon turning to the channel. I didn’t time these races, but I’m pretty sure I came out as the winner. Or the loser…it sort of depends on your perspective, I guess.
Proof that tonight’s TV lineup was not even amusing enough for a goldfish’s 2-second attention span: Matt and I watched 10 minutes of that Rock Star: INXS show on CBS. We stopped on the channel because Matt wanted to identify the song a woman was singing. She was decent, and I could actually understand the words to it. Don’t ask me what it was, though. I already forgot. I guess it was decent, but not outstanding. The three singers we saw were all decent-but-not-outstanding, though big-nutcracker-jaw guy really needs a wardrobe consultant, and maybe someone to tell him that a rap version of “Lola” is not pleasant to the ears.
The judges on the show are apparently the INXS band members. At this point I asked myself, “What does a random background band member/instrument player know about singing?” I replied, “Nothing…?” I was proven correct when a band member told a singer that an important factor would be what he was like after a bottle of vodka. Yes…this is important…actually, does it matter how the singers perform sober? Aren’t most rock stars alcoholics, anyway? Maybe the real competition should be how they perform whilst drunk. That would probably make for more interesting television, though I doubt the FCC would like it. I should pitch this idea to Fox.
Yes…I gave up on the television. You know TV, it’s not as though I have high standards. I watch SOAP OPERAS for pete’s sake. I just want to be mildly amused. And at the moment most of the people who generally provide my entertainment are not in northern Wisconsin with me. Why? Probably they’re addicted to civilization’s finer things, like Target. And malls. And stores that don’t sell bait. Especially stores that don’t sell bait AND food.