File this under “Lawyer has too much time on his hands…”
‘Fear Factor’ sued for rat-eating episode

If you don’t like what you’re watching, change the channel. No one is forcing you to watch it. You knew it was coming up in the previews.

Tonight I watched “Who’s Your Daddy” on Fox. Basically a reality show where a woman has to guess who her long lost father was from a group of men. If she guesses correctly, she gets $100,000. I really think this show was going on the wrong direction from the start. They shouldn’t play emotional games with someone in regards to finding someone’s long lost father and then turning it into a game show. This is personal.
Surprisingly the daughter took part in it. If it were me, I would have stomped off stage and demanded to know who my real father was. The $100,000 wouldn’t have mattered. Yet, somehow it did for this woman. She jumped through Fox’s hoops to get there.
This is not what reuniting is all about. Fox is the same network which gave us “Who Wants to Marry a Millionaire?” which was an udder disaster for the young lady involved. Don’t play games with us, Fox.

“Remember, George: no man is a failure who has friends.”
–It’s a Wonderful Life

Lately I’ve been watching the Swan on Fox. The premise of the show is that they take ugly women and give them nose jobs and lyposuction and make them beautiful. Or what the world suggests as beautiful. What I find interesting about the show is the amount of self confidence these women feel after going through this. No doubt they really like themselves. Many of them go through therapy to deal with issues of the past.
The transformations are incredible. Tonight they took a plain looking self conscious woman and made her into a truly beautiful woman.

“I wanna be just like you. I figure all I need, is a lobotomy and some tights.”
—The Breakfast Club

Somehow sometimes I get inspired at times to change my appearance. I’ve thought about going to the gym. Starting to jog. Setups each night. I usually get semistarted, but never get finished. Exercise is just not my thing. Sometimes I really want to change my whole appearance. To quit being that skinny kid from high school who everyone seemed to always make fun of. I could grow into a hulking exercise guru. But somehow I figure my frame isn’t built for it.
The truth is I don’t like my appearance. I never have. I’ve been told many times from overweight people that they’d give anything to be as thin as I am. Then I want to scream at them and tell them it aint quite cracked up as what it looks like.
I’m happier with my physical appearance more than what I was in high school. This could be because I’ve gained a bit more weight since graduating college. Who said there was a freshmen 15? I never gained much weight in college. I’m eating fast food for lunch most every day. I suppose that will put on the pounds. I’m hovering at around 125 these days. I only eat when I’m hungry. Sometimes that could mean having 2 meals a day.
Anyways maybe sometime I will take some type of inituative in changing my appearance to make me like myself more. Maybe now is the time.

I’m becoming a fan of Seinfeld again. Seemingly every weeknight I’ll try and catch some of it. When it was on primetime I hated it. When something is popular I usually tend to stay away from it. Yet, in reruns, years after its prime, I tend to grow to like it.
It’s kinda like that US Magazine’s “What’s Hot” page….Or TV Guide’s “Cheers and Jeers” page. Why do I need society or the news media to tell me what’s hot right now? Comedies like Seinfeld take time to mature to become funnier in the eyes of this beholder.
TV Guide and US Magazine are fickle publications anyways. Their main source of news comes from what’s playing on Thursday nights and whatever fashion mogul designed…respectively.

I borrowed the movie Poltergeist from a friend. Some thoughts on it.
These people were bad to begin with. The Coach and his wife were pot smokers. Yeah. They never show that on TBS. I had forgotten about it too, until I saw it on DVD.
They should have known something was wrong with the house. Your canary dies and pretty soon a bulldozer is digging it up (foreshadowing the grave popping at the end).
If your daughter had somehow got caught up in the netherworld and you were able to somehow get her back (plus a soothing red jello bath), would you spend another night in the house? I mean Tangina DID say that the house was clean, but would you really believe her? Let your guard down and pretty soon your kids’ closet has some type of growth on it and you’re swimming with the skeletons in your pool. Bad move, Coach.
“You moved the headstones but not the bodies! You moved the headstones, but not the bodies.” Thanks, Coach. Can you say that once more so that we get what is causing your house to fold up origami style?
It was a good movie. Good enough not to be classified as one of those lame slasher flicks. A good triller movie.

Did you see in The Day After Tomorrow how a Wendy’s Restaurant was used to save the world from a pending ice age? Amazing. I never knew how those square burgers could do so much good. I mean, who doesn’t like a warm Wendy’s Single during a snow storm?
Saw The Terminal tonight. Tom Hanks’ burger of choice was Burger King. The BK did not play a large role in the movie. More or less just product placement.

I caught part of the Happy Days episode where Fonzie has a brush with death and wants to get baptized. I really should have Tivoed it, but I guess I wasn’t thinking. Not surprisingly, as with many religious oriented sitcoms, the episode itself barely dealt with God. And Fonzie had water poured on him, in lieu of immersion. They did baptize babies in the episode. And Richie sang in the choir.
The problem comes when TV show producers try to entertain us, rather than intrepret Bible doctrine. Since it is meant to entertain, it doesn’t matter (in the minds of the producers) whether or not the storyline is true to Biblical form.
And remember when Carol Brady sang in the choir?

Survivor exchange…
Jeff Probst: Rupert, the thing you said in there – “Never give up, never surrender, and never admit defeat.” Did that come to you out there or is that a motto you live your life with?
Rupert: That is something that I’ve told my boys who I mentor for a long time. And other people around me. You don’t give up. You don’t quit. You do what you say. You say what you do. You go out there. You win. You do the best you can. You never give up.

I guess I should post some thoughts about Bill Cosby’s performance at Lipscomb April 30. It was sold out. Possibly upwards of 5,000 people there. I had bought our seats knowing that there might have been a chance we’d be staring at Bill Cosby’s back the entire time, since the usual setup would be to have the stage on one side of the arena. But fortunately it was round robin style.
Bill came out wearing a purple Lipscomb t-shirt with “Hello Friend” written on it. I later found out what “Hello Friend” meant. I wonder if Cosby ordered the shirt beforehand and had it printed on there. No mention of Hello Friend from Cosby. I guess he figured we’d look it up ourselves.
Before starting his routine Cosby saluted those who had been killed and wounded serving in the war and their families. There seemed to be enough standing ovations before he really got started I had wondered if too much time had elapsed. Cosby has a tendency to turn serious on you.
Cos brought two brothers on stage (ages 7 and 9) whom he had met in the dressing room area. He managed to do a great job improvising with them, by just asking them questions about why they get into arguments and how they share their drawer space. (Hint: their boxers are in the same drawer….The Horror!).
After they left Cosby went on about the Bible. It turned awfully silent as he mentioned the Bible and God, because at Lipscomb with a church of Christ crowd, there are some things that you don’t joke around with. Cosby kept mentioning that there must be some pages missing in the Bible since his helpmate wasn’t always the best. He did mention that seemingly just a short time after the woman had been created, that she starts to have a conversation with a reptile.
When being presented a picture from a fan, who mentioned the picture was of his 4 sons, who wouldn’t be here if it hadn’t been for Bill Cosby. Cosby seemed quite confused about it. “Was I in the bedroom?” he asked. Then he pointed out that he had been told that it was a Christian university and that he had to watch what he said. “But if you slip up, Christians know what you’re talking about…” he said.
Cosby ended his performance with his Dentist routine from “Himself”, a performance over 20 years old, but still gets the laughs even today.
In the middle of the Dentist routine I saw 6 Metro cops huddled around the steps of the stage. I really thought they might have caught a criminal who just happened to be in the VIP seat. As it turned out, they were just there to escort out Cosby. I wish I had know that. I spent the greater part of the time wondering who or what they were interrogating down there.
There were a couple of limos outside of the arena. I wondered if I hung around there long enough, would I see Cosby get into one of them?