Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Dispatches From an Alien Planet

Every time I go to the supermarket to provision my pad, I am struck by how ignorant I am of contemporary popular culture. I have not owned a television for two and a half years now, so I don't recognize most of the faces peering out from the covers of People and US magazines. Periodically, I'll click on an item in the Yahoo "Most Frequently Searched" section (Edit: it's called "Trending Now" in the new Yahoo frontpage) in a misguided attempt to stay "current", then immediately regret finding out who, for instance, "Jon and Kate" are.

Oh, I'm in luck- I just checked out "Trending Now" and found something more to my liking.

On the other pop-culture front, I have not set foot in a movie theater in months. Part of me, though, is considering bowing to the hype-machine and watching Avatar on the big screen... if I were to watch the DVD on my laptop, it would look much like a high-tech remake of The Smurfs.

7 comments:

Substance McGravitas said...

Avatar's watchable on your laptop, but it's much more likely you won't make it to the end. The spectacle is all there is, and that's better in a theatre.

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

Avatar's watchable on your laptop, but it's much more likely you won't make it to the end.

I'd keep hoping that Gargamel shows up!

Adorable Girlfriend said...

I am the same way. It's great to be free of pop culture, if you ask me!

Another Kiwi said...

It's not just the pop culture. I just don't understand WTF people are on about. It's like they read the opening of "Trainspotting" and believe it
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday night. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life ...

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

People are weird.
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zombie rotten mcdonald said...

and they don't understand what the queers are doing to the soil.

Johnny Pez said...

I still have a TV set, because how else am I going to watch my DS9 DVDs? I hardly ever watch anything that's being broadcast, though. I have no idea who the Kardashian family is, frex, and I am pleased to remain ignorant.