Monday, October 6, 2008

Reality television sucks ... except when it's awesome

I flipping love The Amazing Race.  The editors are simply genius in pointing out the foolish mistakes teams make, and coupling them with video of when and where the teams fumble/claim to be on target/ vow not to make a new mistake.  You name it.

My next BIG life goal?  Calling airlines and telling them what aircraft to use.  Apparently, you can do that.  Badda Binga Tina claims she did that very thing.  Not that the airline saw the one seat available become 20 possible fares PLUS the 20 mandatory camera/sound guys.  Read up on it, they try not to break the fourth wall, but a team must be able to truly book four seats, not just two.  How would we get our show, folks?

And Titty Baby, I call him that because he insisted his forehead was bleeding when his girlfriend/race-mate said it was not.  I never knew eyes could see BEHIND a hairline.  Then he said to her that she should put a tissue deep into the gash.  Where No Gash Existed.  Then he wanted her, if she was kind enough, to blow on it for him.

Bambi.  I'm mailing you a pacifier.  Pick it up in Bolivia, you toddler.  Careful not to dislodge a molar, you thin-skinned jerk.

And Blonde Girls.  You saw the teams leave without a container because you went to the wrong challenge by following the wrong team.  They left because there was no container.  Not stupid, just slow?  Stupid BECAUSE you are SLOW.  Claiming to have learned how to read the clues while in the cab.........then realizing you DID NOT READ the clue?  Again?

I flipping love The Amazing Race.  Did I mention that before?

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