I hate to sound like a total prick here, but you know what really pisses me off?
It really pisses me off when I sit down to watch the first new episode of GOSSIP GIRL in like for-fucking-ever and they break in with a stupid Amber Alert.
“Stupid” Amber Alert? I hear some of you saying.
Well — yeah. Seriously, what is the point of broadcasting an Amber Alert at 7pm during GG? Unless the child and their abductor are running through your living room, what are the odds you’re going to see them? Pretty small, methinks. Plus, even if you see the alert what are the odds you’re going to run out and look for said missing child? I don’t know about you, but if you’re me and an all new GOSSIP GIRL is on, I can pretty much assure you that those odds are slim to pretty fucking none. Especially when Blair Waldorf is on the fucking warpath because her admission to Yale has been revoked and given to Nellie Yuki.
Seriously, run that shit in a ticker-tape on the bottom of my screen during the show if you must and then run the full black out screen and annoying beeps during commercials, but do not — I repeat DO NOT — interrupt any episode that features Serena van der Woodsen blindly pining after a gay man. (Please note that the “no interruptions” rule also applies to THE AMAZING RACE and LOST — pointless homosexual pining or not.)
And save the “you need to get your priorities straight, bitch” speeches — my points are valid and I stand by them. If a kid is missing, the best place to get the news out is on the radio where people in their cars might actually spot the aforementioned tot and on the news where nosey people who want to get involved in other folk’s business and heartache congregate.
You know I’m right.
I felt the same way when a new episode of “The X Files” was interrupted by O.J. Simpson in a white Bronco. There was some juice loose, alright: my stomach acid and bile. Thankfully, I was able to head to the gay bar (Vortex in Chicago; did you ever go there?) for what I believe was welfare night (dollar drinks in exchange for a high cover), and wash my sorrows away (so to speak). I miss Jeff and Brandon, my fave bartenders, but then I miss much about Chicago.
Dirk says: …yes, I did go to Vortex once or twice. And The Cellblock, The Eagle, Sidetracks, The North End, and Hydrate among others.
By: ShuShoo on Tuesday, March 17, 2009
at 5:23 am
Wow, that’s more hardcore than my friend in high school who wouldn’t take calls during “Little House on The Prairie.”
By: Sarah on Tuesday, March 17, 2009
at 6:39 am
My pet peeve is when Big Brother is interrupted. And you’re right….running an Amber Alert on TV seems pretty silly to me, unless you’re watching TV in your front yard on the off chance you’ll see the car go by.
By: catrina on Tuesday, March 17, 2009
at 8:02 am
I tuned in to my favorite show Hereoes to see how my kind and gentle Sylar will get out of his lastest jam. I might as well watched an Amber alert. They showed a rerun. They promise next week to show a new episode but now I don’t trust them. Hugs and kisses Sylar! Yes, you’re the star of that show, believe it!
By: Ed on Tuesday, March 17, 2009
at 8:25 am
You’re right.
By: sean on Tuesday, March 17, 2009
at 9:44 am
Not sure how they do it where you are, but in GA, it’s on the radio, TV’s and message boards on the highway.
By: Jer on Tuesday, March 17, 2009
at 6:02 pm
The billboards make a lot more sense…bigger pictures, etc. Also, bus shelters and the insides of commuter trains (but they only ever use those spaces for advertisements to lure depressed/overweight/menopausal/whatever people to universities for research on a Fabulous New Drug).
But yeah, primetime shows probably aren’t the best option, since people are too distracted by (what passes for) the storyline to really take it in…
On a side topic, I’m TOTALLY pissed that I moved to Chicago after the Vortex closed (even though it was very shortly before).
By: Aaron on Thursday, March 19, 2009
at 6:21 pm
It looks like we have similar ideas on this subject.
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at 5:57 pm