But Can He Sing?

Chip, you and I have discussed offline our recent literary find, “Sh*t My Dad Says” by Justin Halpern.  I think we should bring this to our readers’ attention, assuming we have one or two. 

Due to unfortunate circumstances involving a woman, Justin has to move back in with his parents. His dad is a modern-day Archie Bunker, only with a medical degree.  You can imagine the things that come out of his mouth.  They’re profane, blunt, intelligent, and hilarious! 

For example:

“Oh please, you practically invented lazy.  People should have to call you and ask for the rights to lazy before they use it.”

“A parent’s only as good as his dumbest kid. If one wins a Nobel Prize but the other gets robbed by a hooker, you failed.”

Justin started tweeting his dad’s one-liners, developed a 1M+ following, and wrote this book.  The book made the NYT Bestsellers List, and now Justin’s concept has been developed into a sitcom and picked up by CBS.  And what great American comedic genius with a commanding voice do you suppose has been chosen to play Justin’s dad?  Well, William Shatner, natch. 

Read the book, catch the show when it premieres, and watch in horror as CBS ruins yet another great idea.   I just hope Capt. Kirk will sing before it gets cancelled.

Warp speed ahead!

Peace.

Holly

If This Doesn't Make You Smile, You're Not Trying

Breakfast at Tiffany's

Since Holly decided for her foray into network television to dip her immaculately manicured toe into Walter Cronkite’s old home, I thought I should bring up another show that resides there. CBS is also home to the original CSI. You should love this show, Holly, because one of the co-stars is the city of Las Vegas itself. Sure, you have to weed through close-ups of corpses and crime scenes, but certainly that would be worth the glimpses of your not-so-secret love.

The crime procedural is lamented as one of the things wrong with television today. There indeed is a glut of this type of programming. CSI has two of its own lame spin-offs as well as NCIS, and well…just about every other show that is not a reality dating program. Yet, the original is still just that…original. It continues to be daring and inventive both in story lines as well as format. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. It is not CSI’s fault that no one else is able to effectively copy its unique chemistry.

CBS has come a long way from “Murder She Wrote.” Now that you mention it, though…I do miss Magnum P.I.