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Is it worse to be ignorant or apathetic? I don't know and I don't care.

THE NOT-SO LATEST October 6, 1999
TUBIN'

From the tear-off calendar on my desk, which is always a week or more behind the actual date, I can tell that October is fast approaching, or may already be here. Or perhaps has even passed already, I don't know. But still, you know what October means: People donning funny costumes, telling stale jokes and generally making asses out of themselves. And that's just CBS. Don't even get me started on the other networks.

Yes, the new TV season has finally started, to the glee of millions of school-age children everywhere. After all, thanks to the backwoods inbreeders on our nation's school boards, they aren't getting sex education at school, so the responsibility has been shifted to "Friends." Or, if they're lucky, they have a friend whose father subscribes to Cinemax and forgot to put the child block on.

But there's more to the new TV season than just sex jokes. And once I find out what it is, I'll get back to you.


"Friends": Educating your kids about sex since 1993!

Actually, if nothing else, we can sit back and marvel at the sheer creativity of television executives, who have found it in themselves to put three shows on the schedule with the words "And Again" in the title. Here to help you through the treacherous and confusing waters of prime-time programming is a handy guide to those shows:

"Now and Again": An insurance salesman is hit by a subway train and is transplanted into the impossibly good-looking body of a twenty-something superhuman by the government, finally answering once and for all what happens to your tax dollars, as well as exactly what the insurance lobby has been up to all this time.

"Once and Again": Two impossibly good-looking divorcees fall in love and act like teenagers, while their impossibly good-looking and well-behaved teenage children exhibit the kinds of behaviors and symptoms that inevitably lead to "very special" episodes.

"Time and Again": Jane Pauley, the only person to be named Pauley in show business to still have a career, introduces rehashed clips of interviews with impossibly good-looking, soon-to-be-divorced people like Madonna and Cher.

But why stop there? Viewers are already confused. And confusion means ratings. I think. Or maybe not. But it's worth a shot. And so, in a gesture to the networks, I would like to offer these pitches for new shows to the networks. (If you execs decide to use one of them, all I ask is a million dollars and a condo. And a monkey.)


"Hi. I'm Anne, and I'll be your lesbian this evening."

"Again and Again": Scenes from the same episode of "Suddenly Susan" -- starring the impossibly good-looking and recently divorced Brooke Shields -- are recut and reordered week after week, which inexplicably fails to change the storyline or differentiate it from every other episode of the show.

"Never Again": A dramatization of Anne Heche's life.


"Lather, Rinse, Repeat and Again": The story of two recently divorced hairstylists who secretly work for the government, giving bad hairstyles to foriegn dictators in an attempt to undermine their (the dictator's) authority.

"Over and Over Again": Not really a new show, but more just a catch-all name for those Fox reality shows ("When Sean Penn Attacks," "Japan's Most Inept Nuclear Technicians," etc.), where they manage to extract an hour's worth of show out of five minutes of grainy surveillance camera videotape, which is magnified and replayed until it no longer has any meaning to the visual centers of your brain.

"Agin and Begin" - Former Congressman Dan Agin and former Israeli Prime Minister Menachem Begin (deceased) team up to fight crime on the streets of San Francisco. You haven't lived until you've seen a Nobel Peace Prize-winner beat up a pimp.

I've noticed other trends in this year's schedule, too. First, people seem to enjoy seeing men who don't bruise or bleed hit each other. Wrestling now makes up 50 percent of programming on networks with the initial "U" in them, displacing "Silk Stalkings" and dead air from the top spots. No shock there: My generation was raised on cartoons like "G.I. Joe," where literally a gazillion bullets were fired and yet not one single person was ever wounded. (Talk about a mixed message... Were they hoping that kids who imitated the gunplay on their shows would just be horrible marksmen?)

But still making up the bread and butter of network prime time is the holy trinity of network programming: doctors, lawyers and cops. These three occupations are so ubiquitous that the main character on every television show is either a doctor, lawyer or cop, or recently divorced from one.

It won't be long before someone seizes upon the idea of putting all three into one show: Every week the cop will shoot someone that will go on to be stitched up by the doctor, while the lawyer files a lawsuit against both of them on the guy's behalf, and sues himself for good measure.

If you think I'm kidding, I should probably remind you that "Law and Order" is two-thirds of the way there, and they've just added a second show, "Law and Order: Special Victims Unit," which I'm told has nothing to do with 'tards.


"This week, on 'Law and Order,' did Corky burn down the restaurant?"

But perhaps the most disturbing trend is that I keep watching this crap...

 

Patrick Keller hasn't been the same since "Life Goes On" was canceled. This article is © 1999 Patrick Keller, Gern Blansten Productions. You may redistribute this piece, provided the text is unaltered and it contains this notice. As always, if you know someone sick and twisted who might like this stuff, let me know. Blah blah blah e-mail me at blansten@iname.com blah blah blah


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