The Reality Show Next Door
Busy week this week. Nothing big - just lots of little things that quickly add up. Very little worth blogging about. It's also been kind of a strange week. For example, I had tickets to the Kings game Tuesday night that I ended up skipping because I was too busy.
Whew. Talk about a close call. Kings got thrashed 7-0.
I still PAID for those tickets to that game that I didn't use, but all things considered, I'm much happier that I didn't go. And that's not counting the extra money that would've gone to parking, concessions, and years of intense psychotherapy to undue all the damage.
And the strangest thing this week has been the reality show filming next door. My next door neighbors are on some E Reality Show where they go into the house, clean it, throw away all your junk, remodel the insides, and then film the whole thing.
Okay. Fine. My neighbors are normal folks. And if some television network wants to overwork a bunch of P.A.s to re-do their house for free, more power to them.
But the whole thing is weird. There're like six huge trucks parked on our street, there's an army of production assistants milling around, my wireless internet connection goes down intermittently because they have some weird wireless gear running, and for some reason, there're five wheelchairs blocking my driveway.
I assume the wheelchairs are used to move stuff around. Why they're using wheelchairs I don't know, but I hope there aren't any paraplegics somewhere having to move themselves about on dollies.
Anyways, I'm not a big reality show fan - still, I might watch the show when it airs. If for no other reason than to spy on my neighbors. But my house better not show up as some voice-over explains, "The houses in this neighborhood are all obviously dilapidated. LIKE THIS CRACK HOUSE HERE."
Okay - back to work.
Whew. Talk about a close call. Kings got thrashed 7-0.
I still PAID for those tickets to that game that I didn't use, but all things considered, I'm much happier that I didn't go. And that's not counting the extra money that would've gone to parking, concessions, and years of intense psychotherapy to undue all the damage.
And the strangest thing this week has been the reality show filming next door. My next door neighbors are on some E Reality Show where they go into the house, clean it, throw away all your junk, remodel the insides, and then film the whole thing.
Okay. Fine. My neighbors are normal folks. And if some television network wants to overwork a bunch of P.A.s to re-do their house for free, more power to them.
But the whole thing is weird. There're like six huge trucks parked on our street, there's an army of production assistants milling around, my wireless internet connection goes down intermittently because they have some weird wireless gear running, and for some reason, there're five wheelchairs blocking my driveway.
I assume the wheelchairs are used to move stuff around. Why they're using wheelchairs I don't know, but I hope there aren't any paraplegics somewhere having to move themselves about on dollies.
Anyways, I'm not a big reality show fan - still, I might watch the show when it airs. If for no other reason than to spy on my neighbors. But my house better not show up as some voice-over explains, "The houses in this neighborhood are all obviously dilapidated. LIKE THIS CRACK HOUSE HERE."
Okay - back to work.
posted by Eugene at 4:52 PM
3 Comments:
Look on the bright side, your wireless is probably causing their wireless to go down intermittently too. Oh wait, that might mean they have to lengthen the filming schedule, ergo, not the bright side.
The losing my wireless signal is the worst part of this entire ordeal. Maybe this is a new way to keep people from leaving television for the internet. TV comes to your neighborhood and takes away your internet...
LOL! It's innovative!
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