I have been rather lax in my duties with this whole blog thing. While this is not for want of a muse, it is becuase I simply have not had the time to write out anything of any substance lately. So deal with it.
That being said, I saw a new TV show today. It is called Smashlab and it features a team of scientists (the tall nerdy looking one, the shorter asshole-ish one, the normal guy who is obviously way smarter than the producers are letting him be, and the girl who I can’t decide is good looking but is obviously a total and complete nerd) who use novel science to create solutions to problems whose importance they blow pretty far out of proportion. Don’t get me wrong, the idea of stopping cars before they cross the highway into on coming traffic because their driver is one of my aformentioned nemises-es and fell asleep writing a poem, changing his underwear, eating the Muchos he just got and looking for the answer to Dark-Matter propagation is not a bad one. Using aircraft-grade aerated concrete in a way that it was never designed to be used to do it is.
I’m all for shows where things explode, are crushed/rendered/shredded/peeled/blended/run-through/chemically peeled, or any other awesome fate that can befall things (mainly old cars) when the Discovery Channel runs out of interesting things to say about toothrushes. For god’s sake Mythbusters is of of my favorite shows. Despite this, however, hiding the awesomeness of a car exploding or a bus running into parked cars at 60 behind the pretense of trying to make the world a better place is not only shallow, it is almost insulting.
Face it, Discovery Channel; you just wanted another excuse to blow cars up and crash airplanes together and showcase a girl who slouches and talks like a total nerd but still, for some inexplicable reason, has an appeal outsmarting a bunch of douchey guys. It’s true, and you know it. The sad thing is that you never needed an excuse. You forget that your main demographic is twenty-something dudes who tune in to see Mike Rowe shove his hand up the butt of a llama and a man with the impossibly awesome name of Adam Savage build a robot in order to stick a thermite grenade up the butt of Mike Rowe. You could have called your show “S%!t blows up” and we would still have watched it.
Don’t insult my intelligence by facing your time-filling excuse of a show with a sparkley facade of educational substance. If I wanted that I would be watching the “Hitler and Lincoln Channel.”
And for god’s sake make that girl stop slouching.
