Sunday, February 7, 2010

Super Bowl Sunday!

Readers, we shouldn't even be blogging today, since this is practically an American holy day. A very drunken holy day. It's also a day when instances of domestic violence skyrocket (Chip: "I don't condone it, but it's natural to want to hit somebody when your team is underperforming."). Pre-game coverage is surely already underway, so we won't linger long, but let's take a quick look at the new reality show premiering after the game. It's called "Undercover Boss," and a lot has been written already about how its premise cleverly capitalizes on the country's current economic dissatisfaction: in each episode, a boss has to go to work alongside his or her employees.

Tonight's premiere "focuses on Lawrence O’Donnell III, the president and chief operating officer of Waste Management, a major trash collection company" (NY-Times). During the show, Larry learns "that hard work isn’t always fairly rewarded." The Times points out that the show's psychological motivations are nothing new: "this kind of wishful thinking has been around since ancient times, from Greek mythology’s Zeus Xenios, donning a disguise to test the hospitality of mortals, to the Duke who goes undercover as a friar in Shakespeare’s “Measure for Measure.”

Chip: "Ten bucks says this show is better than Shakespeare."

Richard: "I do enjoy shows where people learn something. TV has strayed too far from good old-fashioned moralizing. But I think we all know that the greatest post-Super Bowl premiere occurred on January 24, 1983, when a little show called The A-Team hit the airwaves. I remember that moment like some people recall the moon landing."

Chip: "Everybody has such fond memories of post-Super Bowl premieres like The A-Team, and The Wonder Years, and Homicide, but why does no one ever recall 1991's Davis Rules. That shit was hilarious. Take a look:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A8isFdZ5BFQ

Enjoy the game, readers!

4 comments:

Capt. Chanute said...

I'm making no bones about it: I'm not watching the fucking Stupid Bowl. In its stead, I will be posting flyers around BK (specifically, Greenpoint and Bushwick)in hopes of attracting band mates into my newly-formed concept group: Hipster Pussy (aptly named by Dr. Noggers). This band will probably be a trio, maybe a quartet. I will be lead singer. Here is what the flyers read:
WANTED 2 or 3 DOUCHE BAG 20-SOMETHINGS FOR BAND (hipsters loves irony, and will be amenable to being called 'douche bag' to their faces--this is not on the actual flyer). NEED TO HAVE KEYBOARD, VO-CODER, PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE IN MIDLY-ELECTRONIC, PSYCHEDELIC POP. PBR AND 30-HR/WK DEDICATION A MUST. ALSO, YOU MUST HAVE A QUAINT YET FASHIONABLE LOFT IN BROOKLYN FOR THE BAND TO PRACTICE. INFLUENCES: DURAN DURAN, DURAN DURAN, OTHER 80s SHIT AND WU-TANG, IRONIC IRE TOWARD MGMT AND YEASAYER. CONTACT ME ASAP

hipster pussy's manager said...

Another possibility is that the band consists of the Captain as frontman and two or three ladies who actually constitute the titular "hipster pussy" and do not mind being referred to as such because they believe it is ironic but secretly the laugh is on them, because the Captain indeed truly thinks of them as pussy and bangs them all after each show.

Possible alternate band name: Captain Chanute and His Hipster Pussy.

First album title: "Let's Fuck."

Mindi said...

You only commented to use the word titular.

chip said...

The word "titular" gives me a boner every time.