TV raised me, and I turned out TV.
For those of you trying to ignore the absurdity of the Democratic Convention, be sure to check out The Daily Show this week with wonderful phrases such as, "Janet Reno dances for no man!" and "Sounds like someone's bucking for a Nobel 'who wants a piece of this' Prize."
Or perhaps turn your attention to Shark Week on the Discovery Channel. Last night was "Riding with the Great White" where this presumably mentally unstable man wanted to ride on the dorsal fin of the GW. Not only that, the photographers had to get out of the cage and follow him to film it.
The first day they threw a wooden dummy, "Bob," into the water to test the behavior of the sharks. They kept circling Bob, biting his leg out of curiosity. While the crew is filming, they noticed the sharks hunt in pairs. One approaches you from the front to distract while the other pulls a sneak attack from the rear.
The entire time, I'm yelling at the TV, "You people are fucking NUTS!" N-V-T-S, nuts!
On the eighth day, during an interview in the hull, one of the photographers explains that they ran out of fresh and hot water for showers, the salt to fresh water converter doesn't always work, only eight gallons for drinking and coffee. Then he turns around and grieves, "And two bottles of red wine left. After that *sigh* we're gonna have to start drinking the chablis," and rolls his eyes.
At that moment, I coinceded maybe they weren't so crazy after all.