Odds ‘n Ends
There’s always such a lot o’ goin’s on while I’m busy doin’ my everyday rants that I can’t even get time to comment on it. So I thought I’d take a minute or two to catch up.
The first thing on my mind is them MC’s on the TV talk shows. There seems to be a formula, particularly in the U.S.A. that requires the yellin’ out o’ the name of the show or the personality bein’ introduced. You expect some giant superstar to walk out onto the stage instead o’ the puny little guy dressed in a tuxedo jacket, blue jeans an’ Nike sneakers that actually shows up. What a disappointment! Oh well, only in America.
An’ talkin’ about yellin’ there’s another thing that gripes me. I’ve finally figured out what actin’ is all about. It’s all about yellin’ that’s what. Well that an’ the kinds of faces you can make yer while doin’ it. There’s a little more to it than that though. You got to be able to do things like shoot guns, kick box an’ crash cars. The more o’ that you got, the better the movie, it seems.
While we’re at it, let’s talk about humor. Well, why not? Let’s face it, there ain’t none, not unless you consider four letter humor or sexual innuendo as bein’ funny. As Molly McGee used to say to Fibber; “T’ain’t funny McGee.” An’ the last of the humorists, Bill Cosby’s in the dog house, so there’s a mixed message there. What ever happened to the likes of Myron Cohen? Him an’ his ilk are all dead unfortunately, and real humor died right with them. Too bad.
I seem to be pickin’ on the entertainment business particularly, but let’s face it, that’s what we all watch on the TV an’ are influenced by. An’ the creators of the industry are no dummies neither. They meticulously study the markets an’ put out what the audiences seem to want. They got the numbers to prove it too.
So where does that leave our level of intelligence at anyways? Just who are the dummies? Pretty obvious ain’t it? But there’s an upside to all this though. The women (God bless ‘em) are startin’ to button up their dresses again, so’s they look decent for once, rather than makin’ navel gazin’ a spectator sport. Except for them we’d all be sunk down into a den of mediocrity. But we have to watch out for them too. They can change their minds in a flash, or at least that’s how it seems to me from up here on the top shelf.