September 10th, 2008


OMG! The Democrats Are Gonna Lose Now Because Palin Owns Lipstick!

I'm less concerned with Obama's remark, "You know you can put lipstick on a pig, but it's still a pig" -- about which Mike Huckabee is already telling the McCain campaign to let it go and move on because it's just an expression, one even McCain himself used just last year -- than people on my friends list, who are convinced the race is now lost because of this one not-even-a-gaffe and we should all move to Canada before the death camps open. (Though I do love it that the Republicans have found their inner feminists and are now committed to fighting sexism!)

No, what concerns me is Obama's truly sexist remark in the sentence right after the lipstick on a pig one:

"You know you can wrap an old fish in a piece of paper called change, it's still going to stink after eight years."

OMG, you guys, you KNOW what he's talking about here, and I'm outraged! Obama is clearly a sexist, misogynist vaginaphobe! I'm faxing that as a talking point right now to all the conservative pundits, and by tonight you'll see Hannity, Buchanan, O'Reilly, Hume and all the rest saying the V-word on TV. Then when Obama loses in November, Tom Brokaw will say, on the air, "He just couldn't recover from vaginagate."


One word kept going through my mind as I watched last night's premiere of Fringe, the new science fiction-tinged show on Fox from J.J. Abrams and the guys who wrote Transformers. And that word, which echoed through my skull like a yodeling mountain man, was "terrible." But only because the words "generic" and "cliched" would be insulting to all the generic, cliched shows out there.

Remember all those cheesy rip-offs of The X-Files that were rushed into production after Chris Carter's show really took off in the ratings, like Special Unit 2 and Baywatch Nights? Yeah, nobody does, and I suspect by this time next year nobody will remember Fringe either.

I don't have the time to list everything that's wrong with the pilot episode, since it would take hours and I have plans tonight, but we can start with the ridiculous floating chyrons that the camera insists on zooming through as if they're actually hanging in the air at the scene (the "Baghdad, Iraq" one being the worst of the lot, with the camera looking up through the floating B in a second shot). Then there's the secret organization using super-science against the world...Zzzzzzzzz... Sorry, fell asleep while writing that. And the plot gymnastics the story went through to give our heroine a boyfriend, take him away, bring him back and take him away again, all so we can have the joy of sitting through some lame, forced sexual tension down the road between her and Joshua Jackson. Oops, I almost fell asleep again.

It's hard to judge a show like this on the pilot alone, but I have to say I was so bored and fed up by the end that I don't think I'm going to bother with the next episode.

The TV Nerd says: Barf!