Must See T.V.

I have an addictive television personality.

I SAID IT!

I have a television in the bedroom and the kitchen and the living room and the dining room and the bathroom and the mudroom and the laundry room and the closet and the work shed. I have a DVR, VCR, DCR and a Tivo. I stream shows on my computer and my I-Phone.

On a side note, did you guys know that the I-Phone is also…a phone?

Who knew?

I start my viewing day in the early morning watching, The Today Show and later, The Tonight Show and end it with, The Tomorrow Show.

In the mornings while sipping coffee and clipping coupons with the girls we watch, The View, The Chew, The Talk and The Squawk. Later I catch up on my talent and singing shows, The Voice and The Choice and when I need to mix things up I watch, The Revolution and somewhere in the middle of all that I watch, The Middle. Sometimes when I lose the remotes I watch, The Mentalist or The Finder.

Later during the Prime Time block I watch, Awake, Touched and Mobbed which leads to, Missing, Scandal and Revenge. Then the various stages of, Lost, Grief and Grimm which is followed soon afterwards with, Reunions, Glee and Duets.

Then the whole day starts over again.

Lil Joe:

Yesterday was a dreary rain soaked thunderstorm flashflood kinda day. I peeked out the window then got back in bed.






















I watched Bonanza. Michael Landon cried.





















And cried






















And cried






















And cried






















And cried



















Then I watched Little House On The Prairie. Michael Landon cried.


















And cried





















And cried


























Then I watched Highway To Heaven. Michael Landon cried.






















Nobody cried like Michael Landon, he was the best crier in all of TV land. They sure don’t cry like Michael Landon these days.






















In between commercials and tear breaks I managed to finish my Michael Landon tribute quilt, there’s love in every tear stained stitch.

Spokes Modeling:

Local bumbling redneck spokespersons are a rare breed. I find ads while thumbing through the Northwest Florida panhandle entertainment trade papers that state, “Fulfill your dreams of becoming an in demand spokes personality.”

Eligible applicants undergo rigorous training including courses in, fidgety on-air body behavior, country accent voice modulation and mind/body disassociation for more pronounced awkward hand gesturing.

Upon graduation you are matched-up and permanently placed with a local business in need of corny spokes services. There you will (in 30 second promos) irritate viewers forever.

Meet Hank Browne a recent graduate of spokes model school. He is a [ferny-tur] business owner who was desperately in need of the sales driven promotions afforded by a quality personality. When he was unable to be successfully matched with a model he took matters into his own hands. He enrolled in broadcast personality courses and became the permanent spokes model for Home Place Furniture.

Reality Fashion:

I watch Project Runway simply because I love fashion. One day it’s IN the next day it’s OUT then it’s in again then it’s out, in and out, out and in. My closet is beginning to develop a complex. *CLOSET CRISIS* Highlights would be when Heidi says, “You’re out, GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT OF MY SIGHT AND OFF OF MY RUNWAY”. I like it when Michael Kors gets tickled and Nina Garcia just because she speaks English with a lovely accent. English should always be spoken with a lovely accent, there’s only three kinds, foreign, Southern and British.

The good designers squeak by and are usually safe, robbing the audience of up close inspection and critique of the garment, and the bad ones hang around no matter what they trot out.

This week’s passive aggressive stand out was Joe Faris, his Ego and overuse of the phrase, “Let the fashion games begin.” Convinced he was going to win the challenge with an uneven patriotic skort. Phew.

Blayne Walsh struggling with his tanning issues.

Korto Momolu with her beautiful clothes and dour personality saying, “It’s about freaking time”.

So friends here’s a condensed recap of the show, a reader’s digest version if you will.

Feigning Interest:

Okay so I don’t watch too much television these days because I’m waiting for the reality shows to run their course and die a horrible death and anyone who ever had one or was on one to become a total joke. But...There aint much doing on a Thursday night around here and I’ve started watching the show Swingtown.

I guess it reminds me of my childhood in the 1970's and maybe of my neighbors' sexy moms from that period. Oh and the sexy teenage neighbor who mowed the lawn in her bikini...she was hot.






















So anyway I was reading up on the cast members bios. The woman who plays the prudish ex-neighbor Janet Thompson (Miriam Shor) is such a good actor’ess. She played the transgendered, Yitzhak, in Hedwig and the Angry Inch, complete with facial hair.















The guy who plays her husband Roger Thompson (Josh Hopkins) was a new face to me even though he has a totally familiar 1970's look about him. Turns out he’s the son of a former Kentucky congressman and he attended Auburn University. He’s also responsible for a viral video (that I have never seen) entitled, "Feigning Interest" so enjoy.