So, why, after such blatant dislike, would I endure what ten years of trial and error has done to hybrid some of the worst half hours on syndicated television? Two reasons. The first, I was dog sitting on Wedensday for my friend Alice Mack, and didn't want to read because I was busy playing with the very radical and excellent Mr Scrappy (see figure 1), and didn't want to crack into a movie, because, again, see figure 1.
So, I had no chocie other then to tune into MTV for my favorite guilty pleasure game show: "Silent Library."
"Silent Library"
This is Silent Library. Silent Library is a Westernized version of an apparent Asian classic, the premise is simple: you and your chums must pull of goofy and mostly gross stunts (see video) without making too much noise to win cash. If you and your chums can't keep your pie holes shut, a mean looking Asian guy and librarian shouts mean things at you. Simple and sweet. The problem: the morons on the show always have the most eclectic collection of jack ass and idiot friends that no matter how the competetor taking on any number of absurd tasks on the show, who cannot help but laugh as their friends take on the challenges. Point: nobody ever wins, and it's because of the peanut gallery. With that being said, it's fun to watch stupid people doing stupid things. Silent Library gets a pass in my book.
I honestly don't remember what was on next, because I was too busy laughing at Silent Library to remember the rest. I think I took Scraps for a walk around campus and stopped compulsively watching MTV. So that was the first encounter: a program so bad it's good for a laugh or two. I start to wonder if I am being too harsh on MTV, and then my second encounter comes.
I am not sleeping, because I do not have to work until 4 pm. This is what I go into last night saying. I didn't do too much yesterday either, so I'm in that in-between tired and wide awake kind of mindset. I occupy my time going for a bike ride, returning some movies to the library, moving a chair with a shopping cart, and dropping in to see Neil. Most of the errands are good for a few songs on the iPod each, but the stop back to Garst, well, that carries me well into the 3:30 am range.
What was it that was keeping the attention of the two college students? The worst, most horrible, no hyperbole here folks, the most disgusting offensive show I have ever had the misfortune of not being blind during television ever. MTV's Super Sweet Sixteen: a show case of the brattiest, most offensive, spoiled young ladies and boys in the world; parading their parents' bank accounts like its' their toy poodles.
Words cannot describe, but I yelled lots of mean things at these children.
This lovely BBC video does all the work for me.
This is Silent Library. Silent Library is a Westernized version of an apparent Asian classic, the premise is simple: you and your chums must pull of goofy and mostly gross stunts (see video) without making too much noise to win cash. If you and your chums can't keep your pie holes shut, a mean looking Asian guy and librarian shouts mean things at you. Simple and sweet. The problem: the morons on the show always have the most eclectic collection of jack ass and idiot friends that no matter how the competetor taking on any number of absurd tasks on the show, who cannot help but laugh as their friends take on the challenges. Point: nobody ever wins, and it's because of the peanut gallery. With that being said, it's fun to watch stupid people doing stupid things. Silent Library gets a pass in my book.
I honestly don't remember what was on next, because I was too busy laughing at Silent Library to remember the rest. I think I took Scraps for a walk around campus and stopped compulsively watching MTV. So that was the first encounter: a program so bad it's good for a laugh or two. I start to wonder if I am being too harsh on MTV, and then my second encounter comes.
I am not sleeping, because I do not have to work until 4 pm. This is what I go into last night saying. I didn't do too much yesterday either, so I'm in that in-between tired and wide awake kind of mindset. I occupy my time going for a bike ride, returning some movies to the library, moving a chair with a shopping cart, and dropping in to see Neil. Most of the errands are good for a few songs on the iPod each, but the stop back to Garst, well, that carries me well into the 3:30 am range.
What was it that was keeping the attention of the two college students? The worst, most horrible, no hyperbole here folks, the most disgusting offensive show I have ever had the misfortune of not being blind during television ever. MTV's Super Sweet Sixteen: a show case of the brattiest, most offensive, spoiled young ladies and boys in the world; parading their parents' bank accounts like its' their toy poodles.
Words cannot describe, but I yelled lots of mean things at these children.
This lovely BBC video does all the work for me.
Moral of the story: friends, occupy your time better then I have recently, or you'll two be sucked into watching this horrible television. I'm going to purge myself, and watch nothing but Casablanca and Undeclared until I have detoxed all MTV programming out of my eyes and mind. Enjoy your afternoons, I'll be regretting the last week's tv viewing choices all night.
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