
Then today is your lucky day:
REALITY SHOW TO FILM IN SEATTLE CLUBSEATTLE, Washington (January 7, 2009)—"Gold Diggers" produced by David DeLay of Grandpa's R.V. Productions and Josh Hodgins of Jh Productions both of Washington State, will be filming for DeLay's reality show at Centerfolds this Friday. The reality show is an insider's look into the bizarre and sometimes difficult world of Exotic Dancers; much like the shows "Deadliest Catch" and "Dirty Jobs", as young women look to pay their bills, put themselves through school, all with hopes of one day landing a millionaire.

If you are, then first of all, way to commit. And second of all, you probably don't care what intrepid film intern Evan Stewart has to say about it. But you should read his review anyway:
About three years late in TV’s recent slew of teen drama/comedies, ABC Family Channel’s GRΣΣK tells the annoying go-nowhere saga of a bunch of kids in the Greek system at the fictional Cyprus-Rhodes University. It combines all the intrigue of fraternity/sorority politics with the high drama of semi-casual relationships. If that doesn’t sound interesting to you, that’s because it isn’t.Everybody at Cyprus-Rhodes seems to have the same problem: they can’t get over their ex-lovers. Rusty can’t get over Jen K., Cappie can’t get over Casey, Evan Chambers can’t get over Casey, and Casey can’t get over Cappie OR Evan Chambers! (These people are all as irritating as their stupid names would suggest.) Frankly, I can’t see why any of them can’t get over each other, since every character is so bland and middle-of-the-road, they’re nearly indistinguishable.
The tone of the show suffers from a similar problem: it can’t commit entirely to any one genre. It’s not funny enough to be a comedy, not dramatic enough to be a drama, and not interesting enough for me to watch ever again. I was a die-hard fan of The O.C. (before that surreal fourth season of garbage), a show that GRΣΣK mindlessly apes while missing what made it—and its recent idiot cousin Gossip Girl—so great: over-the-top crazy drama from good looking idiots.
If GRΣΣK cuts out the stupid plot devices like some teenager missing their old girlfriend (relatable! boring!), and starts having really stupid plot devices like someone doing porn to raise the money to pay their legal fees for killing their teacher, then I might start watching it. Maybe.
"Remember that humiliating night when you had wayyyy too much to drink, and you started speaking in tongues, thinking every slurred, nonsensical sentiment was completely hilarious? Neither does Terry Bradshaw."
See footage of Bradshaw's impressive appearance on last night's Tonight Show here.
The film Helvetica is showing tonight on Independent Lens at 10:00 p.m. on channel 9.
Helvetica is a feature-length independent film about typography, graphic design, and global visual culture. It looks at the proliferation of one typeface (which recently celebrated its 50th birthday) as part of a larger conversation about the way type affects our lives.
Me too!
Which is why I'm SO GODDAMN EXCITED FOR TONIGHT!
Who's with me?
Sure, Battlenerd Gaspastica is returning on January 16, and Lost is back January 21—but F-bomb them! I have a new favorite show—a 25 year old Japanese kids program entitled "Kure Kure Takora," which loosely translates to "Gimme Gimme Octopus." See, it's about this octopus and his friend… I think it's a gourd or maybe a peanut… and they meet up with a computer who eats garlic, and… OH! I almost forgot about the ghost with a butcher knife, and… ah, screw it. Just watch.
Want more? Yes, you do. GO HERE!
Are your feet KILLING you? Well, they're killing me, because of their STINK. Finally there's a product that can solve both of our problems. It's the FOOT BRUSH. Simply squirt some suspicious goo onto the brush, and rub the stink right off your feet. Plus your footsies will be so invigorated, you'll feel like dancing all night in the co-op's rec room. THANK YOU, FOOT BRUSH!!
Tips to Everything's Terrible!
There's a reason I don't watch American cooking shows. And it's because they rarely feature women with ginormous funbags smashing them against defenseless watermelons. Prepare for your first big shock of 2009.
In case you were wondering about the origins of tonight's Stranger Suggests item—which includes a very special video greeting from Canada's favorite son Alan Thicke, TV defiler of Joanna Kerns and real-life father of uberhunk Robin Thicke—wonder no more. Says Beta Society spokeslady Leeni:
It's kind of a bizarre story.Before we were "the Beta Society" we were "Seattle Neutrino Society," an improv film group. During that time, John Curley did an Evening Magazine segment on our show.
Backstage, Curley relayed a story to us about how he once met Alan Thicke. He mentioned that Thicke referred to himself in the third person as "Thicke" a lot. We found it pretty funny so this fictitious character of "The Thicke" was born and became a running joke in our group. Almost a year later, the jokes never ran dry so we had the idea to create a Christmas show around the Thicke and call it "A Very Alan Thickemas."
We then decided to email Thicke and tell him we were doing a show in his honor and ask if he'd participate in some way. We made sure to let him know that our character of Thicke had little to do with who he was and was more of a fictional send-up caricature and that our mission is to make Thicke a cult hero, much like Chuck Norris had become.
Rightfully skeptical, Alan Thicke wrote us this letter to read at the show:
Dear Neutrinos:
I am both flattered and mortified that you would recognize me in a forum as intense as your Sunday production promises. Clearly, you are bright and talented people—possibly independently wealthy—to be able to devote elective time to such questionable pursuits. I wish I were among you—I think—to deny rumors and defend my body of work. Please celebrate in some appropriate fashion and accept my warmest wishes for a memorable evening and a happy, healthy holiday season!
Your pal, Alan Thicke.But then, after the show, we sent him some photos of our Thickecakes (cupcakes with his face on them, made by Cupcake-a-Madazzo) and he posted his letter to us and the photos on his blog on his website.
So. This year, we asked him if he'd contribute a video, which he gladly agreed to do. And then he further surprised us by writing and recording a song and music video for us, too!
And that's pretty much the story!
The ultimate goal is to get Thicke here in person!! Maybe next year!
And there you have it! A Very Alan Thickemas is tonight, 10 pm, at Rebar. Maybe call first. You know, because of the snows.
From this:
Lillo Brancato Jr. on Monday was convicted of a lesser charge of attempted burglary. He faces from three to 15 years in prison; the former actor could get credit for time served because he has been behind bars nearly three years.Prosecutors said Brancato, 32, and accomplice Steven Armento broke into a basement apartment to steal prescription drugs after a night of drinking at a strip club in December 2005. Officer Daniel Enchautegui (En-chow-TAY'-gee), who lived next door and was off duty, came out to investigate.
Armento blasted the 28-year-old officer with his .357 Magnum, hitting him in the heart. The dying officer fired back, wounding both men. Armento was convicted earlier this year of first-degree murder and was sentenced to life in prison without parole.
Brancato, who acknowledges problems with drugs and alcohol, said he was unaware Armento, 48, was carrying a weapon. He also argued he did not directly take part in the killing and was not armed.

I know I've been posting a lot of Star Trek stuff this week, but I think you'll agree that this merits attention:
Years ago, the author of the classic Trek episode "The Trouble With Tribbles" wrote an episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation with gay themes. Titled "Blood and Fire," that episode, unsurprisingly, was killed by Paramount. Now, he's retooled it into an episode for Star Trek: Phase II, a web series that's intended to be the fourth season of the original series. It includes something called "Bloodworms" and it features Captain Kirk's gay nephew.
It's sad that the successor to the series that featured American television's first interracial kiss didn't have the cojones to run an episode dealing with homosexuality—or even (gasp!) maybe include a gay character—but it's good to know that Gene Roddenberry okayed the script way back in the day.
Too bad the clip from Phase II looks painfully bad. But you can decide for yourself: the first half of the episode goes live tomorrow.
GOOD Magazine just posted this amazing video of Mr. Rogers going to Congress and single-handedly convincing the government not to cut funding to PBS.
He's totally my hero.
Me & Mybadself has a new, Christmassy website up. It's called A BeTaMaXMas. You can access a fictional TV Guide from 1988:

And watch Christmas-themed television shows and commercials from the mid-to-late eighties on a snowy television set in a wood-lined basement "wired for hi-fi."

It's scary how much of almost all of these shows I remember, once I start watching them.
Not only can you get full episodes of Buffy, Angel, Firefly, Veronica Mars, In Living Color and more at TheWB.com, now you can find the original web series Children's Hospital — a verrrrrry funny takeoff on E.R., Grey's Anatomy, and other icky hospital dramas. And even better, it stars such comic greats as creator Rob Corddry (as a creepy Patch Adams wanna-be), Ed Helms, Megan Mullally, David Wain, Rob Huebel, and Stephen Colbert! Each episode is only about six minutes long, so you can totally sneak one or two by the boss. PLUS! The entire 10 episode season is already up online!
Here's a clip, and then rush over and check it out. This one is a keeper!
...will be moving from 11:30 to 10 pm on NBC.
Nikki Finke is reporting that NBC will give Jay Leno the 10PM slot when Conan takes over "The Tonight Show." The move keeps the NBC star within the family, and away from ABC.
I was really hoping we were going to see the last of that unhilarious son of a bitch this year.
...I never would've guessed that Heather Locklear was capable of experiencing human emotions, much less be overwhelmed by them. But in the clip below, Jay Leno presents Locklear with a vintage clip from TJ Hooker, which seemingly makes Locklear weep with embarrassment. It's strangely charming.
Thank you, Radar.
Soon it will spread, viruslike, to other mediums:
Dick Clark Prods. has inked a deal with Chicken Soup for the Soul Publishing to develop an unscripted TV series based on the best-selling books to be co-hosted by book series co-creator Jack Canfield."Now more than ever, there is a desire for uplifting, positive and inspiring themes, and the 'Chicken Soup for the Soul' books are the perfect embodiment of this," DCP president Orly Adelson said.
Holy shit. I'm already getting hives thinking about this Chicken Soup for the Soul reality TV show series. While on vacation in Maine, I watched a lot of TV (it's how my family bonds), and for the first time I witnessed the horror that is Extreme Home Makeover, with its phony charity flag flying week in and week out. I have never seen a TV show host work through a hug with such barely-disguised contempt so many times. This will be like that, but a billion times worse.
(Related.)
Ken Schram from KOMO gave my name to a producer from Bill O'Reilly's show who was looking for someone to come on tonight and defend the sign put up by atheists near the nativity scene in the state capitol. The producer added that O'Reilly wanted to "broaden the discussion out to include observations about Washington being a very liberal state." Uh-huh. I declined and when the producer asked if I could suggest someone who might want to come on, I gave him your name Goldy.
O'Reilly shredded me when he had me on his show about my book, Skipping Toward Gomorrah, back in 2002. But that's not the reason I declined. I'd never watched the O'Reilly Factor before I went on, and I had no idea what I was in for. I have some idea now. And while game and braced for the occasional cable news shout fest—thanks in large part to that 2002 shredding—I'm not feeling it today. I also turned down an invite to come back on CNN this week for another go-round with a professional Christian hater.
I'm taking December off from cable news shout fests—'tis the season, peace on earth, good will toward men, and like that.
UPDATE: I will be on Michael Medved's radio show today to talk about gay people adopting children. Medved's producer tells me that Medved "comes down in the middle" on this issue. I'm don't see a "middle" to come down in with this issue. Either gay people can adopt or they can't. How do you split the difference? Gay people can only adopt half a child? Like a time-share condo? I'll find out today at 2 PM.
...as I was in my Cop Rock Slog post of yesterday: Just a few minutes ago I was Googling the results of the 1981 Emmy Awards (like you've never done it) and learned that in 1981 Emmy for Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series went to Barbara Babcock, star of Steven Bochco's then-smash hit Hill Street Blues, with Ms. Babcock winning specifically for her performance in the Hill Street Blues episode entitled "Fecund Hand Rose."
It is not a misprint.
Thank you, Steven Bochco, for what will be the world's most upsetting collection of words until the launch of Liquid Plumr Foaming Pipe Snake.

Dan gave it a passing mention earlier this morning, but it really deserves its own post. I'm speaking of the incredibly awful ink earned by Rosie O'Donnell's new variety show, the first episode of which aired Wednesday night and has racked up an amazing bunch of reviews.
From the Los Angeles Times:
Two words: Dancing food. “Rosie Live” ended with dancing food. There’s nothing else to say, really except perhaps, Liza Minnelli. “Rosie Live” opened with a little song and dance from Liza Minnelli, who rose to the stage, as if from the grave, to sing a duet with O’Donnell...In between we were treated to Harry Connick Jr. in a Santa hat, Conan O’Brien taking a pie in the face, and Jane Krakowski singing about all the free stuff audience members would get. Clay Aiken strolled over from “Spamalot” to participate in the world’s most painfully long gay joke ("What was the other thing we have in common," Rosie mused, "oh yeah, we're both Gaaa ... briel Byrne fans") and Alanis Morissette sang a song referencing the 12 Steps in front of, I kid you not, an endless loop of geese flying through a sunset.
From TV Guide:
If the TV variety format weren't already dead, the ghastly ego trip of NBC's Thanksgiving-eve turkey Rosie Live would surely have killed it. Like the pie Alec Baldwin predictably pushed into Conan O'Brien's face that fell to the floor without sticking, the entire hour landed with a sickening, sad, ill-conceived thud. It felt like an off night at America's Got Talent, bookended by wobbly appearances from Liza Minnelli and Gloria Estefan, each forced to perform with the caterwauling host, Rosie O'Donnell.
From the New York Times:
In between skits, celebrity cameos and hokey novelty acts, the legendarily thin-skinned Ms. O'Donnell found time to take potshots at some of her favorite targets, including Donald Trump, Nancy Grace and Bill O'Reilly....Lame jokes are part of the holiday variety genre, along with campy production numbers featuring sexy dancers and cute little children. Celebrity score-settling, on the other hand, belongs to the self-obsessed blogging Facebook generation. Ms. O'Donnell, who frequently takes out her frustrations in a video diary on her Web site, would have been better served leaving herself behind and sticking to the classics.
FYI: I'm generally pro-Rosie, and was especially impressed with her performance at the Seattle stop of the True Colors tour, where she took the stage for ten minutes of stand-up comedy crossed with dark but very well-expressed personal musings and calls to political action—it was great, and no one in the world could've pulled it off but her. Unfortunately, I missed the premiere airing of Rosie Live, but thanks to the miracle of Tivo on Demand, I can apparently watch it tonight when I get home (after opening night of Dina Martina—how much glorious tragedy can one man stand??)

Back in 1990, the American television airwaves suffered a 12-week assault from Cop Rock, Steven "I previously created Hill Street Blues and would later create NYPD Blue" Bochko's would-be groundbreaking combination of gritty crime drama and rocking musical numbers. Here's a taste:
As Television Heaven explains:
In the fall of 1990, there seemed to be a hunger for a different type of television show, as the success of The Simpsons, America's Funniest Home Videos and the cult hit Twin Peaks seemed to indicate. There was no question that Cop Rock was a different breed of show. But at $1.8 million an episode (the most expensive television series up to that time), ABC needed it to become a quick and solid success. It wasn't. With a guaranteed 13-week commitment, ABC urged Bochco to drop the musical numbers and turn the show into a conventional police drama. Bochco refused. Cop Rock was history, with the final episode airing just before Christmas 1990.
In 2002, TV Guide ranked Cop Rock #8 on its list of the worst TV series of all-time. In 2006, I got to see several Cop Rock episodes at NYC's Museum of Television and Radio. Now, thanks to the miracle of YouTube and the helpful guidance of Metalfilter, anyone with a computer can see a whole bunch of Cop Rock whenever they want.
Here's one of my favorite numbers, the catchiest song about black-market babies you'll ever hear:
And here's a tantalizing Cop Rock TV commercial:
Thanks again, Metafilter.
How many of you are there? Six? Six hundred? Whatever the case, please enjoy this money-shot clip from last night's season-closing reunion show, in which Kim tells the most amazing story about artificial hair and fake cancer ever set in a Chili's.
Thank you for the clip, Videogum.
Or would that be "Steven Seagasm"? Whatever. In news that made me slip out of my chair and painfully crack my chin on my desk, '90s action hero/demigod STEVEN SEAGAL is getting his own reality show! In which he's a real cop! In real Louisiana! REALLY!
Apparently Seagal has been working on and off as a deputized officer in Louisiana's Jefferson Parish County Sheriff's department for the last 20 years (?!?), and starting in 2009 will star in a reality show documenting his exploits on A&E, fantastically entitled Steven Seagal: Lawman. From Variety...
"I decided to work with A&E on this series now because I believe it's important to show the nation all the positive work being accomplished here in Louisiana," Seagal said of the new venture.Seagal "helps fight crime because he cares about the community," said Robert Sharenow, A&E's senior veep of nonfiction and alternative programming.
NO SHIT, SHERLOCK! (Sidenote: "No Shit, Sherlock!" would be a great name for a detective show.) I think Steven Seagal has pretty much proven that he "cares for the community" and "fights crime" in such cinematic feats of awesomosity as Hard to Kill, Fire Down Below and Under Siege, so don't fucking insult me, Robert. Plus, I believe it was the Portland Motherfucking Mercury who devoted an ENTIRE ISSUE to Steven Seagal, so in the future it may be a good idea not to fucking treat us like we're children. Or else maybe I need to do this to you...
Let's let our imaginations run free for a moment, shall we? Let's imagine an awful, awful "what-if" scenario in which Barack Obama did NOT win the presidency on election night. Imagining it? No... you're not doing a very good job. Just imagine the absolute worst moment in the history of humankind... and then multiply it by a kajillion.
Still having trouble imagining it? Well, the following video comes close to what that horrible, horrible moment might have looked like. Behold: six teenagers discovering that David Archuleta did NOT win this year's American Idol.
There but for the grace of God, go we.