No, I’m not talking about politics, I’m talking about something important – reality TV shows.
Page Davis was fired from Trading Spaces. Since the New York Post brought up (again) the rumor that Page Davis made a sex tape years ago, my traffic has spiked. Thank you, Mr. Johnson. I have to say I’ve always liked Page, and I’m sorry to see her go, but we don’t watch the show much in the funMurphy household anymore. It seems as if Christi was the last good designer the show hired, and some of the old good ones don’t show up too much any more.
The good news is that the screechers, Victoria and Jonathan were eliminated. As bad as Jonathan was, and he was bad, Victoria would screech back just as I was developing sympathy for her. Oh well, I guess that’s why they are a couple. The bad news is that Amber and Boston Rob from survivor are going to be on the next Amazing Race. I didn’t notice Amber on her first survivor (or second for that matter), Rob was even more obnoxious on Survivor All Stars than he was on his first time, and frankly I don’t want to see them again. Can’t you enjoy your money in peace and let me watch my shows in peace? I have to agree with Mr. Denhart:
“This ‘stunt casting’ dilutes the show’s quality. It misses the point that the fun of the show was always watching ordinary people in these situations. And when producers refuse to take action when their cast goes too far, the show suffers.”
To think people complained about Terry and Ian.
I’d like to know what Ms. Olsen’s budget is and if she owns stock in a pot light manufacturer.
Who’d of ever thunk that watching poker on TV would be enjoyable (well, it’s better than watching golf). But celebrity Black Jack? I’m sorry, when it get’s real celebrities and loses the goofy voice ove, I’ll consider wasting my time watching it.
American Idol is back, and we’ll probably watch the audition shows and then a few of the competition shows, but given how crazy the voting was last time, I don’t think we can stick it out until the end. If they ever raised the eligibility age to 43, I’d go on and be the only one who, when told they couldn’t sing, would say — “gee, I thought everybody was kidding when they told me I was a lousy singer”.
