After a missed opportunity to watch the 730 screening of Twilight, the family settled in front of the LG, and I went for a nappy nap. Sadly, the occupants of this apartment planned on recording two separate shows at eight o'clock, making it impossible for my mother to watch West Side story. The only options left to my sister and mother were one of the two programs, the over-saturated Pushing Up Daisies, or the Rosie Live! Thanksgiving eve special.
They opted for the latter, as I discovered from the nearby bedroom when a torrent of expletives rose from around the tv. The prime time variety show Rosie orchestrated provided viewers with Alanis Morissette's pitchy harmonies atop Kathy Griffith and Rosie O shrieking over hordes of tooth-rottingly sweet children. This nightmarish soundtrack drew me towards the television, where I found the screen festooned with grown men dressed as giant pie slices and cookies.
Watching this sad premiere (and holiday special? poor combination, O-lady) Rosie Live! was like watching a bloodied clown carcass sinking into a hot tub filled with Marshmallow Fluff.
This butchery is oddly fitting to the maladjusted racism and obesity celebrated on thnxxgiving in the States.
Well, Hell...I sure love Turkey though!
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