Wilfred is coming back for a final season, and I can’t wait. Wilfred is another one of those shows with that unique tonal flavor; dark, but with a half-twist of a smile, straddling clever writing and jokes about humping. I have no idea what to officially expect, mainly because I don’t watch trailers and commercials, and I don’t follow spoiler articles about guest stars and such. But I do know what I hope to see. Let’s refresh.
Greetings! During this intermission in posts, I am asking my readers for a favor. I have set up a survey to explore some hypotheses I have around the word “feels,” used as a count-noun. You don’t have to know what that means. You don’t have to know what anything means. But you do, if you have a minute, have to complete the survey. Or, bad things will happen.
It goes fast. It’s only 10 questions. You’re welcome to go into as much or as little detail as you would like. This is an informal academic type thing, so it doesn’t need to have all that scientificalness.
Thank you so much!
Syfy has a long history of alienating its viewers. I could explain why but I’ll let the following image tell the story: Continue reading
The IT Crowd came highly recommended to me from a number of people, most notably Doug of Doug’s TV Reviews, as well as Communies of many sorts. This cultishly classic Britcom launched the careers of the very adorable Chris O’Dowd and Richard Ayoade. It appears to be somewhat iconic among nerdfolk for its representation of wacky computer supporters. Here’s my problem with it: it sucks.
Louis CK reminds me of what a terrible human being I am. He does it in the most effective way, too. He takes parts of the typical American lifestyle that are taken for granted, deconstructs them to analyze their value, and then perfectly mocks our complete and utter disdain for all of it. I just watched Louis C.K.’s newest special, Oh My God, and I can say with absolute certainty that this man is probably the next Jesus.
Well, it is Thursday night, March Madness is in full effect, and for weeks, certain shows have been on break, waiting to return after Easter. Tonight, the only show in the world that truly matters, Community, took a break. I could write about Parks and Rec, which was new, but my fervent love for Leslie Knope and her greatness requires far more mental energy than I have right now, considering I spent the day battling a five year old in tag, hide and seek, Candyland, and “let’s cry a lot and see if Aunt Kat will buy me ice cream.” I already know I can’t give Parks and Rec the write up that it truly deserves tonight, but what I can show you is something both sexy and cute.
Those of you familiar with Ryan Lewis and Macklemore’s anti-consumerist super hit “Thrift Shop” might not be aware that this blonde lyrical juggernaut has been in the music business for over ten years. In the mean time, he’s produced deeply personal and soulful rap songs, reflecting on his triumphs and struggles. He’s also produced a song written by unicorns to be performed at an audience of the Gods. That song is called “And We Danced.”
This year’s 85th annual Academy Awards, hosted by Seth MacFarlane, have garnered a whole lot of bad press because of Seth’s” tame-by-his-standard sexist humor” and the rape references of his “vapidly boring Boob Song.” He lacked the capacity to take lowbrow humor content and raise the quality of the delivery even a smidgen. But the Oscars’ hosts never seem to satisfy the critics nor viewers. How many hosts of the last few Oscars have gotten generally positive responses? Let us recap. Continue reading
When The Big Bang Theory started six years ago, it was a landmark for television content. For once, comedy show focused on the lives of true self-identified nerds absorbed in the realm of science, and the comedy revolved around the celebration, instead of abuse, of geekiness. We came close with characters like John Dorian and actors like Seth Green, but something in The Big Bang Theory had hit the nail on the head by inspiring us to both celebrate and laugh with our favorite nerdfolk. But somewhere along the way, probably shortly after the pilot, Chuck Lorre and the team of writers realized that it is still easier to make fun of nerds instead of celebrating them, and now, The Big Bang Theory is a giant pile of worthless crap. Allow me to explain why.
When did spam become aware of its existence within The Matrix?