When I was little I used to read two fringe kid’s mystery book series. One was The Bailey School Kids, which I have now taken upon myself to rewrite for an older, more mature audience. The other was the Cam Jansen Mysteries, which focused on a girl with a photographic memory who always caught the bad guy by remembering something key about whatever she needed to remember to catch the bad guy.
Tonight I went to say goodnight to the household when I noticed my parents were watching some show where a woman can remember everything based on the scenes she sees. Turns out it’s CBS’s newest pointless crime-drama show Unforgettable.
“That’s Cam Jansen all grown up,” I said. My parents, who used to cart my tiny little nerd ass to the library to get all these books, looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
At this rate, I’m waiting for HBO to pick up my “Bailey School Teens” idea.
“ Do you think the joke reflex you use as a defense mechanism is why you have so much trouble keeping a man?
— Josh Lyman to CJ Cregg, The West Wing
Season 1, Episode 12: “He Shall, from Time to Time…”
In English: McClanahan Street.
In French:
toohiptohipster:
Awhile back, Fred, Scott, and I were laughing about a ridiculous sitcom we had imagined up. I had forgotten about it, but apparently they had continued talking. Fred was recounting some of it to me — and it’s legitimately hilarious. Like, rolling on the floor funny.
I want to try and put it together as an animated thing. Ideally 3 to 5 minute monthly episodes.
It’s too fucking funny to let it just be an inside joke.
Animated shmanimated. Tom Petty and Gary Busey aren’t doing anything. This has the potential to be as legendary as Always Sunny.
“Tom Petty and the black knight are chainsawing a horse in the hallway!”
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To Whom it May Concern,
I congratulate you on the success of your hit television show entitled Glee. It would seem that you have nailed a niche in American culture left empty when you decided to air an hour-long teen dramady with musical style. To go without saying, this show has filled a void that Americans had yet to see on television.
Although, if one really thinks about the circumstances surrounding the premise of this program, especially the setting and the “tween” culture to which the show has been marketed, it wouldn’t seem as fresh as, say, your summer hit buddy cop show, The Good Guys.
I think perhaps you may want to take a look at the singing teenage high school angst genre and realize the company you are up against.
The Walt Disney Company has made and released not one, not two, but three feature-length films with the High School Musical moniker - not to mention the countless amounts of merchandise, a stage and concert tour, and a reality show based on the films. The market also expanded to reach international audiences.
Luckily, the American people have not recognized the similarities between Glee and High School Musical. However, if there comes a time when viewers begin to realize that what they are watching on Fox they actually have on DVD and can watch any time they please, it may be time to let the series go. No shark-jumping, no “Who Shot J.R.s,” no spin-offs.
Basically, all I’m saying is that I’m not sure the mortal body of Rupert Murdoch has enough strength to fight the frozen head of Walt Disney when it is attached to a fully-functional, Disney-Imagineered animatronic body.
Because, as we all know, media moguls do not settle their disputes with mere lawsuits, they settle them in gladiator-esque arena style death matches.
Thank you for your time,
An Unconcerned Media Watch-Dog
“ Can I share with you my world view? All of humankind has one thing in common: the sandwich. I believe that all anyone really wants in this life is to sit in peace and eat a sandwich. And who am I to say that my delicious Italian sub is better than its Stone Mountain equivalent?
— - Liz Lemon, 30 Rock
THIS IS EVERYTHING I’VE EVER BELIEVED.
This is Bob Barker. For those of you who have either never seen Happy Gilmore or never watched The Price is Right when Drew Carey still had Whose Line is it Anyway? to host, get the hell of my damn lawn.
When I was little, both my parents worked during the day, so after preschool, my grandmother used to pick me up and I’d eat a delicious dish prepared by Chef Boyardee. Then I’d settle into the couch downstairs, perhaps tinker with a plastic toy from McDonald’s if I felt so inclined, and then watch The Price is Right. My relationship with television began early and it escalated like a brush fire in a scarecrow factory. It got so bad that my five-year-old self loved “Bobby Barker,” as I dubbed him, so much that I would stage The Price is Right with stuffed animals with my own devious consumer chance games and the canned goods in the pantry.
Eventually, my grandmother got fed up with opening the pantry and finding all the canned peaches gone, so she sat down and wrote a letter to Mr. Barker explaining my enthusiasm for The Price is Right. He sent my grandmother and I back a signed photograph. And that was the best day of those five years I had lived.
