Television is finally back!! Thank god (so to speak). The holiday drought nearly killed me. Of course, as soon as I get my final disc of last season’s House episodes to catch up on, I now have a DVR filled with delicious shows. So far, Last Restaurant Standing, The Middle, the mess that is Biggest Loser, Modern Family, Mercy!!
My newest favorite show: Outer Space Astronauts. OSA runs on the SciFi (I will not call it that other) Channel. The writing is hilarious! The jokes and space references are right on. The show’s absurd, crazy characters and plots make me miss Food Party only a little less while I await more of its episodes.
Oh, The Biggest Loser. Every season I think you cannot risk the safety and well-being of your contestants more than last season, and every time you go the extra mile. I see you still don’t make them wear the safety key when they run on the treadmill… Nice start.
You know, I actually thought it was reaching–even for a joke–when my partner asked rhetorically if you would be making the new group run a marathon to start the show, so imagine my utter dismay when you made them share one on a bike. Good god. Keep it up! Some day you will kill someone.
I’m predicting a record number of stress fractures, broken bones, mysterious bandages and injuries. And that eventually someone will tell us what drug you have those people on that they can walk in the days following that bike ride.
When Bob and Jillian stepped out in front of those limos–after the show sent all of the black people home immediately–I was screaming for the driver to run them over, or at least jump out and smack Bob for banging on the hood of the car.
We saw less of the trainers, it seemed, with all of the public humiliation and moronic build-up. Very happy about that. The less I have to hear them run their mouths…I guess it was too early for the two of them to start their baloney about people being too big to vote off, to try to skew the results. Trust that it is coming.
Nice to see Alison not crammed into a dress for a change. I don’t think it was all a baby weight issue. Someone in wardrobe should have caught that her boob was popping out the side and weird fat pads were being forced out of her clothing last season.
Each time, I like the contestants less. They become more and more robotic and similar, trained in their responses, overly emotional in every situation. I was pissed enough that I cursed the screamers first and foremost. Shut up, already! The female half of team orange and Sam on team grey, I curse you. Close your mouths. And if I have to see more superfluous Tongan celebrating or hear the names of those former contestants again, I may have to turn the channel.
I am voting for team green all the way. Those women are tough!
As a final note, I’m a bit freaked out that half of team pink looks like a bizarre cross between Helen from last series and Spence’s girlfriend on The King of Queens.