My sister asked me a while ago why I don't update this blog all that often. The thing is, I'm not exactly a glass-half-empty kind of guy, but lately I've been a "what the hell is this glass half full of?!" kind of guy. But that's just me, and there's no need to inflict my moods on the rest of the world, whatever sullen teenagers who have painted their rooms black because nobody understands them and they know because they have written a Poem about it may think.
Exhibit A: House of Carters, and I thought about hyperlinking to a page about the show but screw it, if you're that interested then go looking. It's "reality TV" in which teen pop sensation Nick Carter and his brother Aaron Carter and the three Carter sisters, whose names I can still remember but frankly can't be bothered to type, work through their family dynamics as would any dysfunctional family of California surfer dudes/chicks from Orlando, Florida, if they were doing so in front of television cameras. Technically, since I was captioning the show, this means that I was paid to watch it, but even so, I want my money back.
Yeah they're dysfunctional, yeah they've got emotional problems, and yeah there's something creepily incestuous about the way the Carter patriarch hugs his grown children, but whine whine whine whine whine fucking WHINE, just get over yourselves already. If you want therapy, talk to a therapist; if you're going to dysfunction at us in public then you have an obligation to make it interesting. At least Michael Jackson is legitimately out orbiting Neptune somewhere.
Two minutes in and I already wanted to pick them up and slap some sense into them, except that considering the weirdly homoerotic way in which Bob Carter was hugging his son as Aaron lay in bed, I think I would have had to go off afterwards and boil my hand.
Lots of swears were bleeped out in this one. A.S. sez her editor friend was told to bleep out all sexual references when the TV show Sex and the City aired on Citytv. Part of me hopes that the powers that be subsequently got complaints because the bleeping spelled out a rude message in Morse code.
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