So, I’m watching this new series on CTV called “19-2” on a Sunday night between 9:00 and 10:00 and they’re dropping the F-bomb about every couple of minutes.
Not that I particularly mind, but this seems like a major directional shift for CTV.
It’s a cop show and it’s a little surprising to keep hearing this, although it does add some authenticity to the show.
Anyone else see this? Is this the new norm for TV productions in Canada, or at CTV?
I think I can see Kory Teneycke hovering over the dude’s right shoulder at the end. Now Teneycke’s the man known for two things: [ol]
[li]Running Sun News Media’s reputation so far into the ground (ala Ezra Levant) it became unsellable.[/li][li]Telling Tom Clark during an interview that it was okay to use ISIS death videos in a Conservative campaign ad because “We’re better than news, because we’re truthful.”[/li][/ol]…But midway through that rant I was thinking…Kory it’s time to jump in.
I was going to make a crack about that doofus being a share-holder in the Sun, but figured it might get too complicated because the Sun TV network couldn’t be unloaded to the village idiot and doesn’t exist anymore, and the so-called newspaper chain is so far under water it might as well not exist.
Anyone else out west enjoying the Storm of the Decade? Quite the weather drama here yesterday, with trees and fences down everywhere, accidents, lengthy power outages, and the like. Our power was out for 12 hours, and we lost a fence (which belongs to the neighbours) and a not-too-huge spruce branch and a couple of sunflowers, but nothing major. A few houses down lost an 80-foot tree and a chunk of the house: ouch!
My dad lives in the Kootenay region of BC and sent me some pictures of their view the other day. Normally they have a wonderful mountain view from their balcony but the photos he sent just had a haze from the forest fires in their area. I don’t think you could make out anything from more than a mile or two away.
Example #1: Pull into the Tim’s drive-through. Perky voice on the intercom: “How can I help you today?”
Example # 2: Pull into Robin’s drive-through. Wait 10 to 20 seconds. Suddenly hear drowsy voice that could be hung-over: “Oh, crap! uhh … yeah, can I help you?”
True story. A Robin’s franchise owned by a husband and wife. Husband woken up by wife repeatedly stabbing him in the head with a knife. Their son pulls her off, and the husband lives. They go through a very messy separation (I represented him), but still remain owners of the franchise, often working side by side now that the wife is out of prison.
Now that’s true dedication for the job. How many Timmies franchisees are willing to take it in the head like this?
I once heard a comedian describe Coffee Time as what a Tim Hortons would look like if it were reconstructed without the guidance of photographs after a nuclear apocalypse.
So happy to see this rain pouring down since Saturday. Too bad about the damage from the wind, but I’m just lovin’ this rain. I’ll continue to love it till we’re fully topped up, then I’ll start complaining again.
Didn’t see any of the damage, trees down, etc. All I saw from my place was garbage floating 60-80 feet in the air. Bizarre, weird. Now, that drought, and smoke this summer - downright scary. I always regarded climate change as a serious thing…that was happening elsewhere. But this summer brought it home to me, what sitting ducks we are, dependent on nature’s vagaries.
Oh gods, Coffee Time. There was one on the main road near where I waited for the bus south of my mom’s house in Whitby. It was a sad expired plastic-wrapped attempt at a Tim Horton’s. It smelled of cigarettes and failure. Even the stale pathetic donuts reeked of tobacco.
Two or three decades back, the Timmies in Chelmsford, ON, had an interior glass wall that separated off a smoking section from the rest of the building. The smoking section was usually in a haze.
Arg…I remember there was one in Kingston at Division and Princess street. Dingy, dank, filled with day old smoke and cigarette butts. Coffee stop of the damned.