Thursday, April 30, 2009

American Idol Update: Week 11

In their ongoing effort to find someone "current", Idol featured Rat Pack week. Hmmm. No, I don't think that makes sense. I wasn't ready to deal with such nonsense, so I didn't watch. I did watch the results show for a change because I wanted to see Jamie Foxx's performance, which was, naturally, a let down.

Some random thoughts:

Danny Gokey = Taylor Hicks II

Somebody give Kara some cock already. The sexual innuendos aren't going to stop until she gets some.

What does Simon think about autotune? I enjoy it, but something tells me he's opposed at a very fundamental level.

While I'm on the subject, I love that a singing competition keeps featuring singers that use a computer to completely alter their voice.

Matt G is finally sent home about 11 weeks too late. I can't imagine anyone I know buying a CD from any of these hacks that remain. Next week Slash is the mentor. Oh how the mighty have fallen.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Never Ever Watch These Movies

I'm currently on hiatus from Netflix, but had the movie itch so I went to the local video store. Naturally, they were out of The Reader and The Wrestler, my first two choices, so I had to go to backups. I was mildly curious about The Day the Earth Stood Still and The Spirit, so I grabbed them. My bad...

The Spirit - Frank Miller, Samuel L. Jackson, Eva Mendes, AND Scarlet Johansson? How could it go wrong! Oh, they found a way and didn't take long either. The Spirit is basically a coyote and roadrunner cartoon shot in the style of Sin City. Twenty minutes into this debacle, I had lost interest and starting wondering when I was going to return it. I don't often turn movies off, but The Spirit wasn't going to suck any more of my time.

The Day the Earth Stood Still - Now with this one, I expected it to be cheesy. That doesn't mean it can't be entertaining though. Sadly, this wasn't entertaining. It was boring. Keanu Reeves was stiff and wooden throughout the entire movie. I know what you're saying, "Oh Skynet, you've clearly forgotten he's always turning in wooden performances!" I realize that. He takes wooden to a new level here though. In most of his scenes, he could have easily been replaced by a department store manequin. He just sits and stares, periodically opening his yap to reveal a frustratingly tiny bit of the plot. By the time you find out what is going on, you no longer care.

On the advice of Blue Napkins' sister, another turd of a film was rented later in the evening...

Repo: The Genetic Opera - Here we have your run of the mill goth musical staring Paul Sorvino, Paris Hilton, and some dude who looks suspiciously like Rutger Hauer. Its set in a dystopian future where organs are subject to repossession if you can't pay for them. The repo man scours the city hunting down the delinquent transplant recipients and removes them on the spot, while Paul Sorvino's kids fight over who is going to inherit the family organ business. Now, this certainly sounded promising, but its thrown together in such a careless and irritating way, I again lost interest pretty quickly. By the time Paris Hilton's face falls off in the third act, I was so ready to run to the bathroom and hang myself to make the pain stop, I couldn't properly enjoy her long overdue disfigurement.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

The Town has Decided: Sex is Bad, Mmmkay?

Apparently, my local town council has solved most of our town's problems, and now have time to focus on completely inane garbage, such as pissing all over the First Amendment.

The draconian codes they have implemented concerning construction and advertising have already choked the quirky, free feeling right out of our strange little hole. In what can only be described as overwhelming cognitive dissonance, our council has managed to pass incrementally more ludicrous restrictions in the name of "preserving our town's old-western feel" while simultaneously allowing, no begging, businesses such as Home Depot and Super Wal-Mart to come plow down acres of beautiful desert for their sick, bloated concrete monstrosities. They resolve this by having them paint the beasts beige. While more small businesses continue to buckle in the west end of town, new buildings keep popping up in the east end of town, and remaining empty. Perhaps by "western" they mean "ghost town."

As if watching the small, dusty town I grew up in continue to be raped wasn't disheartening enough, I come across this little gem today. Yes. Finally. Yucca Valley has decided to crack down on adult stores, because if there is one thing that is anti-children, it's having sex...?

For those of you who do not click on links, Lori Herbel is proposing that the town enforce stricter limitations on adult stores, including limited floor-space allowance and making them move off the main highway. This is all because we must "think of the children!" Most of the council seems to have reacted with great discomfort. While they all want to please their predominantly conservative constituents by condemning vibrators and breast-shaped mugs, many of them also see the topic for the huge legal can of worms that it is.

I am relieved that the town attorney, at least, has some grasp of the law. One should expect that from an attorney. One should also expect that from a council member, but that's obviously asking too much of these knuckle-draggers. Mssrs. Mayes and Neeb had surprisingly intelligent and realisitic responses to the subject, aware that the proposition was treading on dangerous ground.

The law states that they cannot interefere with the business' ability to generate revenue. Forcing them to move off the main highway would do just that. Our town only has ONE damn street where businesses exist, and a large number of those places are already empty. Now they want to force legitimate, law-abiding businesses to relocate to undesirable areas because they sell "naughty" items.

Seriously? Have these people really got nothing better to do? I would recommend a good lay for all of them, especially Ms. Herbel. It might dislodge the stick from her ass if she does it right.

American Idol Update: Week 10

Disco night. Ugh. For as much bitching and moaning Simon does about whether or not these people "sound current", its pretty idiotic to turn around and have disco night.

I've given up watching the show on TV. Too many of the performances are just unbearable. Fortunately, this gal puts the performance videos up so you can pick and chose which ones to watch. Me? I chose not to watch Gokey. His singing and stage persona make me want to throw up all over my TV.

Proving that last week truly was a fluke, Kris and Adam were predictably awful this week. So was everyone else though, so I don't know what to tell you. One thing I've noticed though. I'm really f-ing tired of Allison's voice. That gravelly two pack a day voice works if you're Stevie Nicks, but only if you're Stevie Nicks. If you sound like that when you're 16, its just weird.

I hate you Idol. Get out of my life.

Monday, April 20, 2009

Lady Gaga Must Go Away

I think I speak for everyone when I say Lady Gaga must go away now. We've all heard Poker Face enough times to make us run away from the radio screaming and shouting profanities. I'd say that means we've had enough. Seriously, if she is allowed to continue, some batshit crazy right winger will go shoot up a Del Taco. I don't want to see that. I like Del Taco.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

American Idol Update: Week 9

For days now I have been lost. Wandering around, babbling incoherently about Jesus with my pants down around my ankles, my family and friends were appropriately concerned. They had no idea what had happened to me.

I've pulled myself together enough now to talk about it though. You see, I actually liked performances by Adam and Kris on this week's Idol. It was apparently too much for my brain to handle and I devolved into a quivering mound of shit for a few days. Adam did Born to Be Wild, which was the first thing he's done all season that actually fit his shrieking vocals and Kris, the testeless little twat that he is, crooned his way through Falling Slowly from the movie Once (good song, horrible movie).

Matt was finally voted off after vocally molesting an innocent Bryan Adams song, but the judges decided to prolong America's torment another week and used their much hyped and much gay "save" to bring him back another week. Look for Matt and Lil Rounds to be shitcanned in next week's double elimination.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Random Television Rant


I have always had my qualms about television. There are plenty of shows I enjoy, in and of themselves, but something about the box itself has disturbed me for years. It has taken a lot of time and thought to put my finger on precisely what it is about television that gives me such a strong aversion.

It devours the soul, and I quite like mine.

Every one of us is a consumer, and when making purchases, it is almost completely unavoidable that we purchase certain popular items out of convenience or affordability. But have you ever stopped everything and tried to mentally step outside of society and just watch? Millions of people, wearing the exact same clothes in varying hues, spouting "opinions" that almost perfectly match their favorite television host verbatim, buying the same useless empty bullshit because their lives are incomplete without it. Large groups of people get the same tattoo, dye their hair the same outlandish colour, and wear the same "edgy" wardrobe in an attempt to be different; even our attempts to be unique seem to follow a special set of guidelines. Folks will push the envelope, but only as far as society has told them they can. Empty, meaningless, soulless bullshit, the whole lot of it.

Now don't get me wrong, people have ALWAYS been mindless sheep, social animals who thrive on group thought. Television, however, has replaced true socialization for most people, and therein lies the danger. Instead of interacting with and learning from their friends, families, and neighbors, people are increasingly allowing media to tell them what they need to be happy. I am willing to bet there are many people out there who could tell you all of the details of the cast from Friends, but couldn't even tell you the first names of the interesting people who have been living across the street from them for four years.

No matter how much you love your favorite shows, the fact is that television exists for no other purpose than to make you buy things. Even the evening news is designed, not to inform you, but to keep you watching as long as possible while they shove more and more advertisements in front of you. "Poison in your child's food? Stay tuned to hear about the secret danger that can kill your family right after this word from our sponsor." It does not matter which show you are watching. Both O'Reilly and Olbermann viewers buy the same toothpaste, car insurance, and male enhancement pills. This constant influx of information is not only intended to inform you that a product is available, but to make you feel inadequate without said product.

"Oh, shit, I'm not on a yacht surrounded by hot chicks, I need to buy some Budweiser."

Now, not many of us actually, consciously think that way, though it can be argued that the message DOES eventually get drilled into our subconscious minds. Many people are able to filter out a large part of what they see and hear in ads. Where the media makes its real money is in the most vulnerable among us: children, elderly, and dumbasses.

Children are a no-brainer. They lack the knowledge and understanding of the world to filter bullshit from fact. If you tell a small child that he will be the coolest kid in the neighborhood once he has a Spongebob Super Soaker, he will be hell-bent on acquiring that super soaker with all of his persistent will. Nine times out of ten, the parent will eventually shut him up by buying him the item as a reward or gift. Television becomes dangerous for children when we step into the realm of food advertising. As the waistlines of children grow and their general health reduces, they are still bombarded with fast food, candy, and "healthy-like" foods that are actually rubbish. (Few people read the labels on granola bars or fruit snacks, assuming they must be healthy. They are not.) How is this any different than marketing cigarettes with cartoon characters? I am not one to call for government regulation of advertisements; that would be the antithesis of a free market, but as a parent I am making the choice to expose my children to as little of that nonsense as possible and put it in context for them when it cannot reasonably be avoided.

The poor elderly. They are the best victims of fraud. Religious phonies, Nigerian inheritance schemes, and wonder pills get the most marks from the elderly population. Television is no exception. Seniors seem to make many choices because of fear. The world has changed dramatically in their lifetime, and they no longer understand as much of what is going on as they once did. They are weaker, sicker, and often less lucid. This makes their wallets perfect targets. T.V. preys upon their fears and insecurities to sell products. If that isn't sick, I don't know what is.

Then, of course, there are the dumbasses. We all know several. These are the people who cannot function throughout the day without the television blaring in the background. Where I work, the television is always on. I have tried turning it off when nobody is actively watching it, and a staff member will almost immediately pop up from another room, looking puzzled and bewildered, and turn the goddamn thing back on. Why? They aren't watching it. They can barely hear it from where they are. These are the individuals who see commercials for random products, look thoughtfully at you, and say, "I need that." If "Ow, My Balls" were a real show, these are the folks who would be tuning in to watch it. Actually, I think that WAS a show once, but they called it "America's Funniest Home Videos."

I think my greatest fear about television is the way it enables the loss of so much potential. People do not spend enough time getting to know themselves. So many of them use no outlet for personal expression. They surround themselves with the same homogeneous Ikea decor and simply walk through life doing what they think is expected of them. As cynical as I may seem, I really think people could do some awesome things if they would just go outside and try doing something instead of watching it.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Save Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles

I'm not big on the "save such and such show" movements, but seriously, if Fox goes ahead and cancels Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, there should be rioting in the streets. I know what you're thinking: What? Someone writing on a blog called Skynet is a fan of the Terminator show? Who knew!

Seriously though, 99.9% of everything on TV blows. Terminator was the rare exception, probably because they didn't have to invent the story line totally out of thin air. To lose the one truly good show on TV right now would be a real loss.

The last two shows of this season were so mind blowing and well put together that I have some hope they can save the show. Where the hell did John end up? Why did Sarah stay behind? And just what is Katherine Weaver up to? Is she evil or not? You just can't end a show with so many questions.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

American Idol Update: Week 8

Week 8...Bataan Death March Week or something. I can't tell anymore. Each episode is worse than the last one. Most of the entertainingly bad people have been swept off the show and we're just left with the really bad people. Gokey, Timberfake, Kris, Scott...they all turn to a repulsive mix of 1970s AM classics in my head. None of them are talented enough to have a career, nor over the top enough to be remotely interesting.

The fix is in anyway. The judges have already decided Adam is going to win. Seriously, Simon gave him a standing ovation after he skullfucked "Mad World" into oblivion tonight. That's all the proof I needed, but they actually offered more. Lil Rounds was the only remotely tolerable performer tonight and they ripped her apart. Clearly, they are eliminating the competition for their eyeliner encrusted golden boy. Yep, this year's American Idol is Adam Lambert, and your voting won't change that. You heard it here first.

Alarming News about Nic Cage

We're all big fans of Nic Cage here at Skynet, so it really pains me to break this news to you...

The Cage Man had to sell one of his castles because of the economic downturn.

I hope you were sitting down for that. I took it pretty hard when I heard the news. Damn this economy! I'm now sending out a call to arms. Everyone must go see Knowing immediately. Take the wife, kids, and your mistress. Buy a seat for Grandma and her dogs. Have a crazy cat lady in the neighborhood? Invite her too. And the cats. We have to pack the place. Don't even think about skimping and going to the matinee either. Hit up the 9pm show and pay full price. The Cage Man needs your help!

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Governor X's Kitchen: Frog's Legs

For reasons I will never fully understand, Stater Bros now stocks frog's legs in their meat section. Was there a sudden influx of Frenchmen that I wasn't aware of? Was this a one time thing because the usual shipment of frozen beaks and claws ended up in some fancy West L.A. bodega? Who knows. I couldn't pass this oddity up though, so I got two pair and took them home.

I had no idea how to make these, so I hit up the google for instructions. Generally it appears that you can sautee them or bread them and fry them. Easy enough. Based on what was in the kitchen, I opted for this simple recipe using garlic and parsley.

When they were done and ready to eat, I really didn't know what to expect. As you can see, they're pretty odd looking. I dug in and to my surprise, they were quite fishy, but also quite tough. The closest thing I can compare them to is shark, but with a much stronger flavor - and by stronger, I don't mean better. They were certainly edible, but I can't see myself picking up anymore at the local store. Two pairs had about a thimble full of meat between them. Perhaps one day if I find them on the menu of some restaurant with more experience cooking them, I'll have another go, but I don't see that happening any time soon.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Crikey! It's a redesign!

Yes kids, that long buggered template is gone. I for one welcome our new template overlords. Some particularly awesome updates:

- The formatting is no longer screwed up. It is a testament to my laziness that the blog went on as long as it did with such fundamental issues. You will no longer have to scroll down to the Tierra del Fuego to see the blog archive or collection of labels.

- World clocks. If you were wondering what time it was at Skynet: California Headquarters or Bartertown, now you know.

- Two new bloggers. No, these didn't come with the new template, but this is as good a time as any to introduce b dot and Blue Napkins. B dot will teach you something about predatory capitalism and Blue Napkins will discuss sparkly vampires among other issues facing America and the world.

Since this template looks good, I do not anticipate changing it again this decade. I believe this is far more fitting considering the new direction (or lack there of) for the blog. Cheers.

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