Can't even shout, Can't even cry. The Gentlemen are coming by. Looking in windows, knocking on doors. They need to take seven, and they might take yours. Can't call to mom, can't say a word. You're gonna die screaming but you won't be heard.

Dream Girl ,'Bring On The Night'


Non-Fiction TV: I Reject Your Reality and Substitute My Own

This thread is for non-fiction TV, including but not limited to reality television (So You Think You Can Dance, Top Chef: Masters, Project Runway), documentaries (The History Channel, The Discovery Channel), and sundry (Expedition Africa, Mythbusters), et al. [NAFDA]


Jesse - Jul 13, 2007 7:25:57 am PDT #750 of 23273
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Oh, I'm not saying that tuna and steak aren't boring, just that I would have thought shrimp was boring as well. Although I guess if it's not cocktail or scampi, it's not the boring usual.


megan walker - Jul 13, 2007 7:33:59 am PDT #751 of 23273
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist

SYTYCD: Finally watched this morning. For the first time, my three least favorite dances from Wednesday were actually the bottom three couples. I think they sent home the right people. Although I would have been happy to see Anya go, I think she has been more consistent over the season--her solos really need improvement though. I was worried for Hok, but he really stepped up to the plate with his solo.

Top Chef:

I still can't get over what basic math skills these people lack. You know you have a budget! Carry a calculator, or at least a slip of paper and a pencil, and you'll be able to make better decisions at the product, instead of in the checkout lane.

I was floored by this. Never mind the checkout lane, you can't guesstimate what your protein will cost in the planning stage and adjust expectations accordingly?


Frankenbuddha - Jul 13, 2007 7:35:21 am PDT #752 of 23273
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

Bourdain's a riot. I don't even watch the show and I loved that blog. I'm going to have to start using "M.E.G.O. Syndrome" in email and conversation.


askye - Jul 13, 2007 8:11:51 am PDT #753 of 23273
Thrive to spite them

I caught up on most of the PopCulture last night. I'm surprised by how many of the answers I knew, I did well in the horror category and hadnt' seen most of the movies.

The butt lyrics were hysterical. I think I would have asked him to repeat the My Humps lyrics just because.


Dana - Jul 13, 2007 8:19:25 am PDT #754 of 23273
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."

PopCulture:

I would have kicked ass in that Weird Al category.


bon bon - Jul 13, 2007 8:27:46 am PDT #755 of 23273
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

I would have kicked ass in that Weird Al category.

How did you guess a song from a deadpan incantation of "this line has only six words"?!


Dana - Jul 13, 2007 8:29:21 am PDT #756 of 23273
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."

Because I remember it. "This song is just six words long. And it's gonna make money! A whole lotta spending money! It's gonna make plenty of money!"


le nubian - Jul 13, 2007 9:02:38 am PDT #757 of 23273
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."

Yeah, I remember the song too...*but* I didn't remember the title of the song of origin. That pissed me off because I remembered the Weird Al song so well.

I also hadn't heard one of the Weird Al songs mentioned - and I thought I heard all the parodies already.


JZ - Jul 13, 2007 11:01:32 am PDT #758 of 23273
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

Okay, so where the heck is Bourdain's blog? Google is giving me no love at all, and my brain clearly has the stupid and can't guess on its own.


Tom Scola - Jul 13, 2007 11:04:03 am PDT #759 of 23273
Where do you come from? Where do you go? What is your scene, baby? We just gotta know.

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