Originally Posted By steveagee

steveagee:

I can’t bring myself to watch Jersey Shore, no matter how much Paul Scheer loves it!  I worked in reality TV for about 7 years and I refuse to support it.

Agee for the win. Networks don’t care why you’re watching a show, just that you’re watching it. Until Nielsen figures out how to separate ironic/train-wreck viewers from real fans of the show, I refuse to watch garbage like this on principle. Except for “Steven Seagal: Lawman.” That show’s awesome.

This video is the embodiment of Kyle Kinane’s “I’m Dead and It’s All My Fault” series.

Now that the Channies are done, I guess it’s time to start thinking about a new Channel 101 show.

My writing process is best represented by this clip from the entertaining, intermittently very funny “Forgetting Sarah Marshall.” Just replace ‘music’ with ‘pilot,’ and that’s pretty much it.

Aaaaand....done.

Every time I get down, every time I think this city is a heartless, soulless place, I think about nights like tonight.

Well done everyone who had anything to do with Channel 101 in 2009 and the Channies tonight. Which is pretty much everyone. Being a part of this community is one of the blessings I somehow stumbled ass-backwards into.

Even though they’re not an official sponsor, I can tell you that some of this year’s Channies programming is brought to you by Diet Coke.

Even though they’re not an official sponsor, I can tell you that some of this year’s Channies programming is brought to you by Diet Coke.

The Channies are on Sunday.
All these rad people are going to be there. Why shouldn’t you be?

The Channies are on Sunday.

All these rad people are going to be there. Why shouldn’t you be?

Good news everybody!

Wade Randolph bought me a brand new BMW. Wow. Thanks Wade!

Some may say this is mean and that I should pick on someone my own size. I say, this kid needs to learn to think twice before randomly shit-talking someone who can share his name with 3,000 subscribers.

Whoops.

Whoops.

Getting personal

I had a neighbor once who was so loud when she had sex that it would wake me up/keep me awake. Once, I even heard her from outside my apartment. Obviously she didn’t think it was a big deal to share such a personal part of herself with the world.

Since she was obviously comfortable with sharing personal details, I was really tempted to put a speaker up against my bedroom wall, hook up a microphone in the bathroom and pump up the volume so she could listen to me every time I took a shit.

Is that wrong?

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