Sunday, March 2

ah, the things that keep me awake at night. last night's topic: in a back alley showdown between anthony bourdain and gordon ramsay, who would win?

i worked 8.5 hours today and it was like, with every passing bulletin that i tackled, the intelligence level sank lower and lower and lower.

at various times from 12.30 until 3, i did some BBC stuff (interview with a UK politician, some entertainment show thingy and a documentary about russia).

at 6pm, i did sydney's news. it was relatively ok, in general - nothing too tacky and the whole "j.lo's named her kids!!!! thing" was dropped, which is *awesome* because, seriously, if someone's that interested in shit like that, they're going to be reading 'who weekly' or something.

at 7pm, i did brisbane's news. basically, more fucking idiots decided that, although it was pelting down with rain and about a gazillion people had previously been rescued from swollen rivers already, they'd go swimming and have to cling to a tree for 8 hours until help arrived. oh, and it rained a lot. we had coverage of that. and did you know that j.lo named her kids? awesome! please note that this story was slotted in directly after a small mention of the shit that's currently going down in gaza; possibly their most intelligent news of the show.

at 8pm, i did perth's news. the sports dude looks like an undertaker and looks as though they're just keeping the poor fucker alive to read his part of the bulletin, then they bury him again until it's time to reanimate the corpse for the weekend news again. the newsreader looks like mr potato head and has about the same skill level at reading, injecting emotion into his voice and, more importantly HIS FACE. note to producers everywhere: just because they can produce a news package and do a quick 2-sentence piece to camera DOES NOT, i repeat, DOES NOT mean that they should present a show. although watching the guy struggling with his manlihood while trying to intro the story about the mardi gras was insanely funny.

now, if you'll excuse me, my cats are trying to kill one another. bastards.

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