Tag Archives: TV

I Can’t Believe I Still Have… GUTS Edition!

I imagine that 90’s memorabilia-philes should be rejoicing worldwide now that Buzzfeed has alerted us to a new and highly coveted item that’s been listed on eBay.

Turns out, for a mere and highly justifiable $1,499, you could take home your very own piece of the Aggro Crag, with absolutely no physical activity involved.  Added bonus: Free shipping.  And it lights up!!

The best question is: what idiot would be willing to let go of such a highly coveted prize??  Even if you needed the money, what would Mike O’Malley say?!

Anyway, check out the listing bellow…  And don’t get too excited, it does not come with the GUTS medal as pictured.

Clarissa Explains Interning in NYC in the 90s, or, the Sitcom I Wish I Had Written/Starred In

Zomg, you guys.  While reading around on Flavorwire, I just happened to stumble upon one of the most refreshing sitcoms I have ever seen in my life.  It’s about a girl after my own heart: a snarky, bright-eyed young one from a small town going to college in New York City with the opportunity to intern at one of the city’s leading newspapers.  She’s girlish and un-jaded enough to want to change the world through her journalism, but she’s grown up enough to understand that the New York City subways are filled with creepers.  And oh, she used to dress like this:

And this:

And this:

That’s right, the dream of the 90s is alive again! Someone unearthed a pilot for a Clarissa Explains It All spinoff called Clarissa Now.  Sometime in between letting her best friend climb in through her window all the time and becoming a teenage witch, our hero ditched her day-glo prints for stylish New York City black and tried to make it as a journalist.  It is as excellent as it sounds.  Watch here:

A Brief PSA About MTV’s Skins

Deep in the underbelly of The Boomerang Blog there is an unpublished draft of a post entitled, “In the Meantime… I Get Wrapped Up in Shows That Break My Heart.”  This draft was last saved in March of 2010, as I literally shook and cried my way through my digestion of the Skins season 4 finale.  Was I being melodramatic, you ask?  I’m counting on Skins watchers to back me up on this one, but the answer is probably not.

Let me explain.  There is this show called Skins.  It’s about to debut on MTV, but it’s been on British TV for about four years now.  The original show used to star that kid you loved from About a Boy and that other one from Slumdog Millionaire that became famous after. And I am a reluctant fan.

How Could You, Nick Hoult???

Skins is a show that is, on the one hand, extremely alluring.  It features amazing and well-written characters played by attractive, age-appropriate actors with great fashion sense.  You will see yourself in more than one of these characters, and you will like it.  On the other hand, this show is masochism personified.  It will take your most favorite character and it will put him in painful, dangerous, and life-threatening situations.  And you will not be able to stop watching.  It will shoot him full of pills and self-doubt, and ruin his family and his love life… at least if he’s lucky.  The less fortunate characters will actually ***SPOILER ALERT BUT SERIOUSLY DON’T START WATCHING SKINS*** get slashed up by deceptive, borderline-pedophile megalomaniacs, get hit by buses, get brain tumors, slit their wrists… I mean are you getting what I’m saying here, because I feel like you must know where this is going by now.  Towards the beginning of Skins season 1, my sister and her friend actually set up a small facebook group (christ, remember when that wasn’t a dated term?) so that we could have support meetings after episodes appeared on YouTube; a sort of a Skins fans anonymous, if you will.  It is the type of show that necessitates such therapy.

A new British season is supposedly debuting soon.  And will I be watching it?  Most likely.  And am I ashamed?  Yes.  But as long as the show continues to be written so excellently, it will remain addictive and I won’t be able to stop myself.  I am secure with this decision.

But now I see this bullshit on my television, and you have probably seen it on yours:

American.  Fucking.  Skins.  On MTV.  Eww.

I had read last year that this was going to happen. But now it’s here, and the freaking New York Times is saying how this is a show for the millennial demographic. And since those are my people, shit is getting real. The threat is imminent.  So I’d just like to take this opportunity to say: try not to watch Skins.  Even though you’ll want to.  And if you have to watch Skins, you probably shouldn’t watch American Skins.

Hugs Not Drugs

Will I, personally, be watching American Skins?  I will be tempted to.  But no, I
don’t think so. Why not?  Well, there’s the fact that pretty much everything essential to British Skins can’t legally be shown on MTV.  This is a series that makes Gossip Girl seem tame.  (Is that a topical comparison?  I think so but I don’t watch Gossip Girl.)  And then there’s the fact that this show is a total rip off of the original Skins (see this brilliant person’s trailer mashup for verification!)  Yes, I watch such American rips as The Office, and I love them, so saying such a thing might make me a hypocrite, but I really can’t let this one fly.  It’s going to be absurd.

So I’ve probably wasted too much time on this, and I also could be wrong.  But just err on the side of caution.  And to my fellow fans: stay strong.  I’m here for you.

Boomerangs in Pop Culture: A Well-Deserved Thank You

Guess what got a shout out on Jimmy Fallon’s weekly list of thank yous?  I bet you can guess.

Green is your color, dahhling.

There was also a boomerang on Jeopardy tonight.  Trendy to the max!

In The Meantime… I Skate with the Stars

Last night I was getting ready to write a news roundup post about unemployment, the state of the world, and the bleakness of the future.  If you really want to know what I was gonna put in there you can check out those links, but let me just warn you that seeing everything together made me cry.

So instead I avoided reality by turning to St. Hulu, the patron saint of  procrastination and royalty free entertainment.  Lately I’ve been bored of my usual things (you can only watch season 2 of Arrested Development so many times before it starts getting stale), so I’ve just been letting Hulu recommend me whatever shows I haven’t seen yet.  You know what I found this time?  Skating with the Stars.

Has anyone seen this show?  It is fucking amazing!  Not in the sense that it is actually good, but more in the sense that it is the one and only show currently on television where you get the sense that the producers are sort of hoping for someone to die live on the air.

Skating with the Stars is one of those Dancing with the Stars-style shows where “celebrities” take time out of their “busy schedules” to be pushed around the ice by actual skating professionals.  Now, I’ve never seen a full episode of Dancing with the Stars, but I’d say the main difference between the dancing show and the skating show is not the ice skates and the sequined costumes, but rather the overarching suspense generated from the knowledge that someone could totally crack their head open at any minute.  I’m not saying that those ABC execs wanted or intended for that sense of impending doom to be the main draw of the show, nor would they want to play it up, I’m just saying that by the fourth episode, they’ve required each contestant to do an incredibly difficult move lovingly called a “death spiral” even though they’ve only been skating for a month, the presenters’ banter has become lines like, “Hope you brought your caution tape, because this is going to be a hazardous night! *smile and wink*” (actual quote), and zambi the emergency zamboni has become the show’s mascot (no, that’s not it’s real name, yes, it is a real thing.)

Also laughable is ABC’s expectation that any given person would know/care who the hell these people are.  Let’s be honest here, the fact that the contestant with the main draw is “reality superstar Bethenny Frankel” is not a good sign.  It is kind of hilarious though.  Not only that, but Bethenny clearly does not give a fuck what the judges have to say about her routines, since she is guaranteed votes simply because she is literally the only person anyone watching the show has heard of.  And you know what?  The judges know it too.  Middle judge Johnny Weir (hahaha I typed Johnny Weird by accident — jk Johnny, you’re fabulous) is so over it.  Sadly, after this, Johnny will only be left with stacks of gold metals to preserve his integrity.  Left judge Laurie Ann Gibson has been surprisingly nice considering all I know about her is that she used to scream at Making the Band contestants (have you heard? Diddy’s back, y’all!)  Right judge Dick Button is too busy staring at Rebecca Budig’s ass to say anything intelligible.  At the end of the day, everyone’s had a lovely time, and are too busy being wowed by an homage to Daft Punk to realize they’ve just wasted an hour of their lives.  You’re welcome, America!

HIMYM Gets Creepy With Boomawangs (Please Don’t Make This a Thing)

I don’t know what it is about How I Met Your Mother and Thanksgiving, but as annoying as that show can sometimes be, it always nails this holiday’s episode.

Last week’s show, entitled “Blitzgiving,” might not be an instant classic in the same way “Slap Bet” was, but I think it was still one of the shining episodes we’ve seen so far this season.  Not to mention it had a boomerangy moment!

About six minutes into the episode, Robin dares Marshall to take a picture of his junk and text it to a random stranger.  He does it, and to his surprise, he gets an equally risqué shot back.  And then this bit of dialogue:

Robin: You sent a wang out and got a wang back.

Lily: It’s a boomawang!

And thus the “boomawang” was invented.

I’m usually pro-boomerang stuff, but between us, can we just make a pact that this isn’t going to become a thing?  I know how carried away the internet can get with shit like this…

Watch the full episode here (The epic line starts around 12:40.)

Hard Working. Alpha-Male. Jackhammer.

(Title courtesy of Dwight Shrute.)

You guys!  There are totally sweet motivational The Office posters available free for download on the TBS website.  Excuse me while I print out this puppy:

This one, and others, located here!

I came across this site while hunting for a picture of the motivational poster up on The Office’s set.  I’ve been noticing it for a while now… it’s a picture of a sailboat and it says like, “ACHIEVEMENT” on it or something along those lines.  If anyone knows what I’m talking about, please let me know.