However, by the end of the show they’d won me over, whereas I always feel DT is always jerking me around, this at least was honest–these two guys out of their element and fully aware of it, just taking on the show. It entertained me, and I even learned what a nightmare noodling fish could actually be.

Call me crazy, but I’m hooked.

Looks at the article again.

*facepalm*

It’s like assuming white audiences won’t watch films where the star happens to be African-American.

Or am I the only white person who saw INDEPENDENCE DAY? Or the Men in Black Movies?

(I wasn’t there to see Tommy Lee Jones, I’ll tell you that for nothing).

As to what THIS show may turn out to be…

I prefer to wait and give it a chance. At the least it might be entertaining. And there’s nothing wrong with entertainment.

I have found that out since I became disabled and am no longer able to hunt monsters like I used to. Being entertained is a goodness. (As Valentine Michael Smith might say).

I miss monster hunting…seems like only yesterday I…

As I walk through the valley in the middle of the night,
there’s something up ahead that just don’t sound right.
even though I got an IR camera in order to see um,
I’d have better luck at the Crypto Museum.
Branches snap and then a growl in the mist,
my homies run away and leave me like this,
ain’t never be this alone, ain’t never been so diss’ed
the director didn’t even say that the crew was dismissed.
Out here in the woods with my cameraman,
searchin for Bigfoot or the Mothman,
this just got as scary as South Central can,
fade to black, we’ll be back, first a word from the Sham-Wow man.

Been spendin most our lives rappin in the dance club’s lights.
Be spendin most our nights searchin for a troublesome poltergeist.
Jersey Devil or Ogopogo—there ain’t a bandwagon we can’t heist,
Been spendin most our lives rappin in the dance club’s lights.