It's bad enough that, yesterday afternoon, relatively bored while cleaning the apartment, I chose to flip between the Chargers-Pats game -- I don't even like football, understand, and I particularly have no use for the Patriots, but on the off chance that the entire offensive line got food poisoning and gave San Diego a chance to win, I wanted to be watching -- and a well-meaning but profoundly odd re-enact-umentary about the Jonestown massacre called Jonestown Paradise Lost.
I already know way more than I should about Jim Jones, for which I totally blame PBS, because watching the fantastic Jonestown: The LIfe and Death of Peoples Temple got me really into the subject. I don't "like" it, exactly; it's more that I really can't wrap my head around the fact that that condescending, paranoid asshole managed to do away with hundreds of people. He's just so ridiculous, really, and yet he still has power over the culture, that he perpetrated this horror while being, in fact, cheesy beyond belief.
In any event, I watched about half of it, and then I had to stop, because the guy playing Jim Jones had such a flagrant Canadian accent, and was so clearly too good-looking for the part, that I couldn't take it seriously. But before I finally changed the channel for good, I saw an ad for a National Geographic show that sounded even more absurd than what I was watching: Dangerous Encounters: Undercover Hippo.
No, seriously. A guy is going to dress up in a life-sized hippo suit, steer the hippo-bot/AT-AT hippo into hippo territory, and see what happens. And based on the preview, what happens is that the real hippo gets FUCKING PISSED.
With that said, I kind of want the t-shirt.
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