So Fox has a new pseudo-reality show called "Anchorwoman." In it, Lauren Jones, former Miss NY, model, and Price is Right girl, with no journalism experiences takes over as the lead anchor for Tyler, Texas' KYTX. Now I know I'm only a tech writer who blogs, so my journalistic bar may be set a bit lower than the New York Times', but this is just frightening to me. Also awesome. I was super-pissed reading about the Rolling Stone reality show to find a new reporter (who also had no journalism background or writing experience), but, as I'll never be a TV anchor, I'm kind of looking forward to the premiere tomorrow night. So what? Much of it already is."
From the Fox site:
"Jones, the former Miss New York and über-vixen, packs up her Versace dresses and heads to Tyler to start a new career. Can this bombshell make it as a serious reporter? Will she save KYTX, or make it the laughingstock of the Lone Star State?"
From the AP report:
"In the meantime, this show (and KYTX) are doing their part to make a laughingstock out of local TV news.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Why I Hate/Love TV
Why I Hate Hippies
I care about the environment as much as the next guy. I'm an Eagle Scout. I don't litter. I recycle everything my apartment takes, and I occasionally take the leftovers to the city plant. But I hate hippies. I got a letter yesterday from the Texas Commission on Environmental Quality saying, in effect, that "A concerned citizen" reported to them my car was smoking on July 31st at 6:45pm.
Actually my parents got the letter and just read the pertinent parts to me. So, A) I need to change where my title is registered to, B) my parents need to not read my mail, or C) The Texas Commission on Environmental Quality needs to stop writing my parents like I'm still in high school.
The car is over 40 years old. I tune it up, change the oil (and properly dispose of the old oil), and replace the exhaust system whenever parts where out. It still smokes occasionally, but it looks awesome. Why couldn't this concerned jackass just appreciate the light of coolness that I brought into his/her life for 5 minutes at a stoplight instead of running to narc on me to the state?
Would they have cared if it was a VW Bus "smoking" all over the place? No. I don't think so. Instead, they saw a sweet, classic muscle car and immediately identified me with the greasers that used to beat them up while blaring Zeppelin over a wimpy folk singer quietly strumming out a cover of "Where Have All the Flowers Gone?"
I'm not that guy, but apparently this drug-addled eco-Nazi couldn't figure that out. Instead Flower Child funneled a complaint down into the system of waste of a state division that probably consumes more paper in a day than I do in a year and more electricity in an hour than I would in a month to give me a long-distance lecture.
Stupid hippies.