This has been an excruciatingly slow week, as you can probably tell by the fact that I’ve posted something on every day. That’s never a good sign. I’m very much looking forward to the weekend, even though the weather doesn’t entirely want to cooperate.
What the… Damnit all, Tina Fey is pregnant. What’s worse, look at that dweeb of a husband she’s with. I mean, c’mon now.
Speaking of Tina Fey (nice segue, eh?), Laura and I watched a show last night about companies that take feature films, chop out all of the “explicit” bits, and then resell them on store shelves. It’s the most insane thing I’ve ever seen, but they claim that it makes it easier for parents (and Mormons such as themselves) to watch movies with their kids.
One of the examples they used was Mean Girls, chopping out Fey’s accidental “wardrobe malfunction” for the benefit of all the impressionable young kids at home. Insanity.
They interviewed some directors too, and they were certainly not happy with their name being put on movie versions that they didn’t create. The whole thing had me scratching my head. Yeah, I really want to let my kid watch Kill Bill, but I certainly don’t want them to see Bill, or anyone else for that matter, get killed. It reminded me of that old Mad TV skit, where they spoof PAX airing The Sopranos as a bunch of jump cuts.
Enough. All of this is making my head hurt.