It seems that everything I like on TV is either cancelled immediately, or given the worst series finale ever. And yes, “ever” is progressive, from Oz, to Queer as Folk, to Arrested Development, to Deadwood, and probably to The Sopranos. I eagerly await how ripped off I’ll feel.
What’s worse though, is what they replace these shows with. I don’t even remember what half of them are, because they’re that terrible. But one thing comes to mind: Carlos Mencia as a substitute for Dave Chappelle.
Someone please tell me, for the love of all that is holy, why the fuck people encourage Carlos Mencia. If the man ever had an original thought in his life, he’d drown it in “beaner” jokes and “dee-dee-dee” until it died a slow and painful death.
Incidentally, “dee-dee-dee” is officially the only catchprase that has ever made me want to slap someone for real. I mean, last year’s trend was calling good things “sick” in order to confuse Gen X’ers, and that pissed me off to no end — but at least “sick” is a word.
We’re totally devolving as a society.
And now, random thoughts that don’t merit their own posts:
* I think cashiers at WalMart judge me for buying Axe anti-perspirant (no, not the spray). I only buy it because it’s less strong than most other brands, and doesn’t make me itchy.
* People who draw Target and WalMart comparisons are really trying to distract you from the truth — which is that they can’t shop anywere nicer than Target.
* I’m going to join a club. More on that later. No, it isn’t AA, you fuckwit.
* Although I have never been in AA, I went out with people who were, and it is a cult.
* Sometimes I wonder if ex-girlfriends stalk me on the internet.
* There are people who say they hate country music, but haven’t really heard it, or are trying to build some sort of cred. I actually hate country music.
* I wish the market would choose between HD-DVD and Blu-Ray, so that I can buy a player and be woefully disappointed. I just need to get it over with.
* I hope someone buys the Farmer Jack in town, because the local Kroger can’t be trusted to sell you things that haven’t expired.
* If you use the fucking crosswalk, I’ll let you cross the fucking street.
Thank you, and good night.
