Very excited that MTV has rescued not one, but three very talented writers from the wreckage of Grantland. Holly Anderson? Dayenu. But! Brian Phillips, and Molly Lambert, too, though as I said earlier about a puppy, at some point, it's not rescuing, it's 'crootin. Very excited to see what happens, BUT! The Cod cannot help remembering when he was but a fingerling, and hating MTV was very Important, if you were Serious about the Music. Some favorite MTV-hating jams -- feel free to add more in the comments.
and even lest we forget, the band fronted by Mark Knopfler, AKA The Least Interesting Man In The World, got in on the game:
So, this was in the inbox. It's a little disappointing. I know that TV is a ratings-driven business, and that Rachael Ray and Guy Fieri are personalities with huge followings, and that's important for getting a show like this off the ground. At the same time, if you're having a Kids Cook-Off, it seems kind of harsh to exclude the guy who developed the concept.
As some of you may remember, about a month ago I left Twitter to: sick, lowlife scumbags. Well, it turns out the sick, lowlife scumbag population on Twitter is actually rather low while the number of nice, normal (seemingly at least) folks is relatively high.
As I mentioned last year about this time, the weeks and weeks of Mothers Day hype are a grind if you are recently short a mom. I am not sure if being an orphan makes the following more or less disturbing:
I can't imagine a contest where winning is more like a home invasion (well, maybe that Shaqille O'Neal searches your home for kiddie porn contest). Emeril got his start at a spot that, entre nous is home to a ferociously overrated brunch, and unless your mom is Rebecca Black, and sleeps perfectly coiffed and lipglossed, encountering the GMA crew first thing in the morning might not feel like winning. Also, the whole thing is just creepy. I am bracing myself for:
The Alton Brown shows you how to floss properly contest.
The Guy Fieri just needs to crash on your couch for a couple weeks contest.
The Rachael Ray hosts your Carlos viewing party contest.
The Anthony Bourdain crashes your sister's wedding contest.
Feel free to add you own contests in the comments, if it helps to pass the time on what is most certainly another Guiteau Monday.
(Yes, late to the party here, I know.) Props to Tony Bourdain for 100 episodes of No Reservations. If I had better food on TV skills, it's one of the few I'd watch on purpose.* I did notice something a bit strange in the print ad for the show. It's TB leaning against a knife - of WORDS! Sure, 100 episodes, 100 words, and maybe the copy folks run out of gas somewhere in the middle of the knife, but one of the choices towards the top seemed curious. (See detail at right.) But "culture junkie" seems like a curious choice for someone who documented his own career as and actual, you know, heroin junkie in his breakout book.** Not quite ready to break out the life imitates Onion category yet, but it is eerily reminiscent of the Onion's "I'm like a chocoholic, except for booze."
*The corollary to this is The Gurgling Cod's own version of the Bechdel Test: if you see Guy Fieri on your TV, throw wrenches at it until the image subsides. For a plasma screen, an open ended 1/2" does the trick, but if you have a CRT, keep some 9/16" and 5/8" by the TV.
That said, it's impressive that TB not only managed to kick the smack, but also mostly kick talking about smack.
One forgets just how formidable Marisa Tomei was when she was at the height of her powers. Unless you are a plushie chubby chaser with a thing for Snuffleupagus, Marisa telling the story of a fast food restaurant in Bensonhurst is, without question, the sexiest thing ever to happen on Sesame Street:
You are quite welcome. And thanks to Mr. Hird, who originally posted this to support his contention that Marisa Tomei is a reptile (see :30 or so).