Friday, May 11, 2007

Sweeps Month

On Thursday, Dave Letterman had what I want from a late night talk show. There was a man singing "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" like he was underwater, accompanied by a mother & daughter playing saws. The saw players then joined the band for a rendition of "Let Me Call You Sweetheart" coming out of a commercial break. Dr. Phil was on for one segment too many, rightly complained he was following a tough act, kept the talk moving - although they spent too much time discussing Lindsay Lohan, but they didn't mention Oprah at all. Jungle Jack Hanna brought three beautiful young flamingos, a new born porcupine, an adult owl & a baby owl, & a big lizard, with an amazing long forked tongue, that gobbled up two very large pieces of raw red meat from a plate on Letterman's desk.

Rachel Ray's Dunkin' Donuts commercials bring to mind an old, derogatory word, ballbuster. I imagine being married to her (she is married), seeing her maybe twice a week as she's rushing off to do one of her five TV shows or have a business meeting, & complaining, "If you won't ever cook a damned 30 minute meal for me, can you at least bring home a doggie bag sometimes?"

Quickie Horoscope: Your heart is hungry for more romance -- so feed it however you can today. Hah!

Comments:
It's like when Wilma was cooking for Rockenspiel and Fred was left to go hungry wondering where he was supposed to get his damned dinner.

Rachel's the perfect endorser for Dunkin Donuts coffee. She likes everything as a matter of (no) principle. I saw her eat school cafeteria food once on her show and go into the same fake orgasm she has over the usual crap she eats. There's no such thing as a bad meal. But she should be most ashamed at her horrible tipping.
 
I don't watch often, but I still think David Letterman is the king of late night.
 
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