Why Anthony Bourdain just Might Save Television

If you though that poker and other undesirables have taken over television leaving you with nothing more then nice memories and those little bony scraps of T.V. yesteryear. Well my friend, your dead wrong.

I had almost given up on some of the more life specific channels like Techtv, which was sold to the corporate masters and turned into G4. Which now is nothing more then a constant pimp-o-rama changing technology for fast cars and shinny rims, and flaunt the idea of being a cam whore are a real career choice. None the less, I have let Techtv die the way all good television does.

I was ready to dig another hole to throw my preverbal television set into the deep. I was ready to let another channel die. The travel channel. I knew it was only a matter of time, poker had forced it’s ugly head into the tent so to speak and there was no point in turning back.

Then on day out of the blue I fired up the old box to find that a new face had landed on the travel channel. Anthony Bourdain a New York cook with a French background, who by all accounts has as much distaste for the world as I do. I could see right away that he was not like the rest of the hacks playing T.V. hosts on any other network. This guy proudly lights up a cigarette after almost every take, this man likes his drink and he is not ashamed.

He is full of lewd jokes and sexual references thrown in from time to time, and pulls it off with taste that could match almost any New York intellectual. He has a deep distaste for other television personalities who dare call themselves chef's, although he would admit he himself is one.

Reality television you ask? I don’t think so. Or as Bourdain would say: Fuck reality television, lets eat a cobra heart and a sheep’s testicle

It’s a Novel you Freaking Idiot

The religious right have now stepped into overdrive. With possible protests nationwide, those opposed to the Da Vinci Code are flipping out over the buzz of the accompanying movie staring Tom Hanks and Audrey Tautou. Before I go any further I would like to state one last time. It’s a Novel num-nuts, and a good one at that. I know that some who never had any formal education might not understand what a novel or for that matter, fiction is.

Don’t blame me, don’t blame James Fry or Dan Brown. You can blame Clinton if you want, that a given anyway. Trust me, your not going to hell for reading a novel or for that matter, any book. So do yourself a favor and stop piling wood into your blazing book burning inferno and pick up a copy and read it. I was talking to someone the other day and they explained to me with much distaste that The Da Vinci Code is going to destroy America’s churches. Really? I poked further, asking him why it was so evil. But for some reason all he could say what I’ve been hearing for months: The Da Vinci Code is evil, don’t read it. Oh yea, and where not sure why.

I’m not going to sit here and debate all or any of the idea’s brought up in the novel, why? Because it’s a novel, nothing more, nothing less.

Do I believe in The Da Vinci Code? Why don’t you ask me if I believe in The Great Gatsby, Gone with the Wind or Star Wars. You really want to know why I don’t talk about the Death Star or the Rebel Alliance? Because it’s not freaking real.

Italian prime minister likes his screening of Brokeback Mountain?

I found this clip on the web. It reports to be the Italian prime minister walking to his motorcade. What does the Italian public think? They could give two spits into the wind. If President Clinton did this, we would want his head on a freaking platter, Pat Robertson’s head would explode.