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Just like the chocolate and peanut butter for which I nicknamed him, two people with nothing in common but journalism degrees and the great state of Arkansas, have finally come together to make a "delicious" TV show. Will you watch?
Check it out on BET, 11 p.m. EST/ 10 p.m. Central time.
Well, it's official! I was hired to do some writing n' such for T.J. Holmes' new show for BET, better known as "Don't Sleep!"
For those of you playing at home, I worked on the pilot last winter and many, many moons ago used to pretend to stalk T.J. for poops n' grins on the Internet. Life is incredibly funny in how a guy I started writing about during this blog's beginnings in 2008 is the same guy I wound up working for in my first scripted TV writing gig. Be sure to check out the show, premiering in October on BET! Along with script writing and blogger duties you just might catch me on as the occasional panelist. I'm already (silently) featured in the show's promos, but I hate those promos because I'm wearing the sweater of doom and I'm about 25 lbs heavier than I am now.
Over the weekend at Clutch Magazine Online, I wrote a post chronicling Oprah Winfrey returning just a wee bit to her tabloid roots (but like, it's still fancy n' stuff) in her effort to raise her cable network's ratings. This week's "boo-hoo bait" was a teary-eyed Rihanna recounting her love for abusive ex-boyfriend, singer Chris Brown. But where have I seen this from Oprah before?
Which was self-implode. The two more famous for being reality TV stars than Chad Johnson's football skills and whatever the hell Evelyn Lozada did before Vh1's Basketball Occasional Sex Partners, got into a domestic dispute last weekend that ended with accusations of Johnson head-butting his newly wedded wife in an argument over condoms. But considering he's a craven, sexist fame whore and she's an emotional wreck known for throwing drinks and punches -- none of this is really all that surprising.
I am going to burn this sweater. Best believe it. Check out the video after the jump. (BET.com)
Basketball Wives star Tami Roman.Vh-1's Basketball Wives wrapped its fourth season this spring and it was a boozy haze of fights, bullying, more fights, more bullying, pettiness and finally Tami Roman and Evelyn Lozada (who used to not care all that much for each other) coming together to form Rage Wonder Twins all over Tahiti. So, naturally, the reunion had to be about "Hey, we're not bullies in stilettos! Look! We're all going to sit here and pretend to be normal. We're normal. Look, NORMAL! Tee-hee!"
Hahahahaha. No, girl. Y'all not normal.
T. J. Holmes, of guy I used to hilariously fake Google stalk fame, left CNN last year only to re-emerge with BET Networks, signing a multi-platform deal. Part of that deal was a shiny new show. And now, BET and Holmes have announced what that show will be -- a comedy news half-hour, a la The Daily Show or Real Time with Bill Maher. Only this time it's, Don't Sleep with T. J. Holmes.
The responses have ranged from excitement and praise to puzzlement. But I think it's a good thing. But then, I'm also terribly, terribly biased. But for more reasons than you expect!
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President Barack Obama is delivering the State of the Union address tonight. In the past, I enjoyed watching MSNBC coverage of events like these -- not so much for the slant -- but for the hope that Chris Matthews, Keith Olbermann and Joe Scarborough would be forced into a small room again to talk to each other, then try to eat each other's heads while Rachel Maddow pleads for peace. Because, that's just more fun. The chin-checking and unchecked ego is simply better TV, than watching Katie Couric be clip and dry when she really wants to be chipper and funny as everyone sits around a table at CBS and tries to divine meaning out of whatever the First Lady is wearing. I'm just not feeling that. I want my quasi-lefty blowhards. I want my bloviating Keithy.
Stacie TurnerI still haven't seen an episode of Bravo's Washington, D.C. version of Real Housewives, but I promise, whenever my internet guy shows up and gives me high speed internet I'm going to download an episode from somewhere and give this the snark it deserves. Until then, you're going to have to settle for this comment from Richard Lawson at Gawker about the show's only black "housewife," the "far too normal seeming to be involved in this hot mess," Stacie Turner.
Just look at her. Looking like your sister/cousin/soror/friend. She doesn't belong on there with the famewhores-that-shall-remain-nameless and the crazy people. What's going on, girl? For real. What's going on?
