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What I Watched Last Night

By Scott Buckner

OK, I was ready to make complete fun of Friday night’s premiere of Country Music Television’s preview of Karaoke-Dokey. But then – by an odd succession of events fueled by a bottle of Dr. McGillicuddy’s Cherry Schnapps, a leftover Edwardo’s Pizza, sexual intrigue, and a bag of Kruncher’s potato chips – I got caught up unexpectedly in last night’s Comedy Central late-night marathon of The Sarah Silverman Program.

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Posted on March 12, 2007

What I Watched Last Night

By Scott Buckner

Space. The final frontier. And what a boring-ass final frontier it can be.
I was surfing through the TV listings last night, and I noticed that my satellite provider added the NASA Channel sometime very recently. Since man cannot live on Law & Order reruns alone, and there’s only so much badgering a human being can put up with from mortuary science project Janice Dickinson and her modeling agency, I thought I’d pop in and see what the rocket scientists were up to. The guide only said “commentary,” and I couldn’t imagine what anyone could spend an entire hour commenting about, especially since one of our shuttles didn’t disintegrate or anything during the day.
As broke as NASA claims to be these days, it seems the agency has some extra money in its budget for things like this. I think it’s under the line item description, “Come up with late-night TV programming to bore the crap out of everyone.”

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Posted on March 7, 2007

What I Watched Last Night

By Scott Buckner

Who needs a whole Soprano family of Italians when we now have the Irish on NBC’s The Black Donnellys doing enough hijackin’, whackin’ and body disposin’ on Monday nights to cover all those mooks across the river in Jersey? And even better – if you can keep up with the show’s pace, because life moves quick in Hell’s Kitchen –they don’t waste a whole mess of our viewing time on people’s family and personal problems because they deal with problems in this neighborhood very simply: by shooting it, killing it, bashing in its head like an over-ripe pumpkin, or chopping its feet off with an ax.
Or, as one of the lads put it, “The only way for two guys to keep a secret is if one of ’em is dead.”

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Posted on March 6, 2007

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