The good thing about being smote with food-poisoning/pig flu/hangover is that for two days one can only watch television on the internet. And so I decided to make the most of my malaise by catching up on all this popular culture I keep hearing about.
First, Glee, which everyone everywhere seems so enthusiastic about. Maybe all this enthusiasm built my expectations too high, because I was underwhelmed. It has some zinging moments, but these are marooned in vast expanses of 'plot.' The whole thing is a pale shadow of the teen crud classics on whose shoulders it rests.
This gag never gets old though:
Then I shocked myself by watching something called Jersey Shore.
If you think that clip is bad, rest assured that the actual program is much, much, much worse. Slash better. I couldn't tell! But it was morbidly fascinating. I couldn't look away.
I wanted to watch True Blood, but they weren't giving it away for free, so that was the end of that plan.
It's always good to get some culcha, innit?
4 comments:
darling, why didn't you say something?
in preparation for your next `hangover,' here's some True Blood for you:
http://www.surfthechannel.com/show/56042.html
actually, though, i forgot to mention - the only part of True Blood worth watching is the opening credits.
For the next time you get the flu - TOP CHEF and GOSSIP GIRL. Please.
No, no, no. I won't stand for it. True Blood is fantastic.
"Imagine my surprise when I sat down to watch this tv programme with my boyfriend only suddenly find myself watching softcore porn!"
I started having flashback to Kim Cattrell movies from the late 80s.
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