Cheese and Rice!!!
God, I hate censoring movies on TV. I guess I'm ok if there's a f%$# or sh#@ that needs to be bleeped out on occasion, but if there's more than a few swear words, you may as well leave it off tv. I really hate when entire scenes are deleted. One example is:
Me, Myself and Irene is always on TBS. There's a fair amount of swearing in this, but substituting a few "mammer jammers" for mother fuckers is fine when you consider the scene where Charlie and Irene investigate the "supplies" Hank had stashed in the trunk to get them through a week running from the law. In the movie, these supplies consist of a bottle of rum and a 10" dildo. Pretty funny. On TBS, they don't show the supplies. Hank and Irene discuss the supplies later and the scene doesn't make any sense. Later, the supplies are used and there is no explanation for a blurred out 10" dildo that magically appears later in the movie. Without that scene, about 10 minutes of that movie doesn't even make sense.
Lately, it seems like more and more is being censored. I find this especially exhausting when we start bleeping out religious words. Like the "god" in god damned. Isn't damned the more offensive word? Last night, I watched Wedding Crashers. Everytime, Vince Vaughn's character exclaims, "Jesus Christ!" it was replaced with "Cheese and Rice!!" That has to be the dumbest thing I've ever heard. Rank that up there with Die Hard 3's, "Melon Farmer!!"
So, yeah, I watched a movie last night. Also, on Friday night 4 of us went to Whiskey Junction to see Rock-It Science. The music was good. The band made me uncomfortable. The crowd was damn near horrifying. Yikes. Here's a picture of us taken my the mute bass player who looks like a large woman dressed as a man, dressed as a woman. I'm serious.
On Saturday, Steph and I did some plant shopping to further spruce up my landscaping. I'll get pictures up as soon as I get my Flickr account converted to a paid account. It starting to look kind of nice. I finally ordered countertops on Saturday, as well. Hopefully, they'll be delivered while I'm away at Moondance.
That's about all I got for you right now. Back to work...
Me, Myself and Irene is always on TBS. There's a fair amount of swearing in this, but substituting a few "mammer jammers" for mother fuckers is fine when you consider the scene where Charlie and Irene investigate the "supplies" Hank had stashed in the trunk to get them through a week running from the law. In the movie, these supplies consist of a bottle of rum and a 10" dildo. Pretty funny. On TBS, they don't show the supplies. Hank and Irene discuss the supplies later and the scene doesn't make any sense. Later, the supplies are used and there is no explanation for a blurred out 10" dildo that magically appears later in the movie. Without that scene, about 10 minutes of that movie doesn't even make sense.
Lately, it seems like more and more is being censored. I find this especially exhausting when we start bleeping out religious words. Like the "god" in god damned. Isn't damned the more offensive word? Last night, I watched Wedding Crashers. Everytime, Vince Vaughn's character exclaims, "Jesus Christ!" it was replaced with "Cheese and Rice!!" That has to be the dumbest thing I've ever heard. Rank that up there with Die Hard 3's, "Melon Farmer!!"
So, yeah, I watched a movie last night. Also, on Friday night 4 of us went to Whiskey Junction to see Rock-It Science. The music was good. The band made me uncomfortable. The crowd was damn near horrifying. Yikes. Here's a picture of us taken my the mute bass player who looks like a large woman dressed as a man, dressed as a woman. I'm serious.
On Saturday, Steph and I did some plant shopping to further spruce up my landscaping. I'll get pictures up as soon as I get my Flickr account converted to a paid account. It starting to look kind of nice. I finally ordered countertops on Saturday, as well. Hopefully, they'll be delivered while I'm away at Moondance.
That's about all I got for you right now. Back to work...