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10/11/2004: "My TVC15"
Most of your musician/writer types would rather 'fess up to committing
heinous acts of genocide than to watching TV. Not me. I love television.
I guess that one of the reasons that I love television so much is its
innate ability to piss people off. Right Wingers hate TV because they see
it as a liberal medium created solely for the purpose of airing Will and
Grace. Ask any inbred hick (or his brother, Neal) how he feels about
Sesame Street and he'll tell you that "If them thar faggots, Bert and
Ernie, moved into my trailer park, you can bet me an' the boys would light
their asses up real good."
Lefties tend to see television as a tool of a reactionary government, Hell
bent on stealing little Darwin Dakota's attention away from his finger
painting and implanting, deep within his tiny skull, the burning desire to
acquire every product ever produced by Mattel.
Both sides are, of course, more-or-less correct. Television is a wonderful
Nazi wasteland of Gay consumerism and should only be viewed by people who
have inhaled large quantities of Nitrous Oxide while on lunch break at the
abortion clinic. Now put the coffee down. Coffee is for closers.
It's clear that what our society needs is more television. To that
end, my friend, Matt, and I have spent the last several months developing
several television shows which we hope to pitch to some network executives
as soon as we learn to dress ourselves. Here are poop-filled brownies of
our labor:
Will you help me find my puppy?
Synopsis: Pedophiles compete to see who can lure the most children into
a van.
Nanook of North Carolina
Synopsis: When a small, southern, town's advertisement for a new sheriff
is answered by an Eskimo, hilarity and harpooning ensue.
From the producers of Law and Order: Occult Related Crimes Unit
(Another show Matt and I pitched back in December)comes the first game
show based on a crime drama:
Satanists or Just Some Kids
Synopsis: Contestants look at crime scene photos and try to determine if
the perpetrators were members of an organized Satanic cult or "just some
kids. Probably high on dope or something."
Stinky Pinky
Synopsis: Join host Whoopie Goldberg to see if contestants can win cash
and prizes by properly identifying the odors on the hands of hilarious
celebrity panelists like Stephen Hawking, Carrot Top, and Motorhead's
Lemmy.
The Pitch: You don't know where that's finger has been - or do you?
Who Wants To Murder My Stepfather?
Synopsis: Angry Goth kids (a redundancy?) fellate Hobos and disheveled
shopkeepers in an attempt to "finally get rid of that fat fuckin' Nazi
who knocked up my mom."


