Oh Dog, you Sleuth!

There was this intense burst of snow this week, which was funny, since it’s not supposed to do that here. On new year’s morning, it had already come down pretty hard. Jeremy and I walked around our mostly deserted neighborhood and ended up making this snow man out front. It had no face but did have very terrifying arms.

From the bathroom at the Basement Pub, which leads me to my newest obsession:

I got a tivo for xmas, which at first I thought was spectacularly annoying and useless and have quickly grown completely dependent on. I really enjoy being able to casually scrutinze whatever I watch. The above still is from the Jerry Springer Show. Seems like I’ve been watching it a lot lately (it becomes really enjoyable when you can fly past the commercials and Jerry’s ‘closing thoughts’). For anyone who hasn’t seen this show in a couple of years it’s evolved into a pretty rigid format (with occasional surreal asides: spontaneous/forced square dancing) that centers around a love triangle gone awry and the unveiling of the object of affection who sides with one person or the other. Jeremy and I have gotten really into what we’re calling the ‘pity cam’, which is the close up of the dumpee at the moment of impact. Jeremy thought this woman was his twin.

This guy was really cocky that his boyfriend was going to choose him over his wife of several years. His hubris caught up with him when his obviously super-gay boyfriend came out and kissed the wife and called him a ’science experiment’ (because the dumpee had a woman’s breast on the right side and a man’s on the left — only the female breast was blurred, which doesn’t make sense — and he kept waving it at the audience like one of the trannys in Jack Smith’s ‘Flaming Creatures’). Since all the guests are restrained by body guards to prevent violence and the show is very plainly scripted and poorly acted (I’ve come to suspect that even the audience is full of actors as well), the pity cam has become the money shot of the whole program.