I’ve tried to watch her show twice. I just can’t do it. Marcie walked away about two minutes into the first one, muttering something about “pathetic.” I held out for ten minutes the first time and maybe three the second.
Can this be? The seven-headed dragon is truly upon us. Repent!
Wow… it’s like watching a really bad car crash.
With lots of makeup.
Now that’s funny!
scotty and Anna,
Sitting in a tree!
K-I-S-S-I-N-G!
Good grief. I’d not seen her in awhile. Remember back when she was actually kinda nice to look at?
Me either.
I, for one, welcome our new alien overlords!
A friend of mine used to have this tasty poster of her in his room, back in college. If I recall correctly, it was an ad for the Hennis and Mauritz chain.
Apparently, my college days are a long, long time ago.
Thanks Tuckerfan it’s nice to be here. We’re not too big into the whole overlord thing though. Just a bunch of laid back conquerers really.
But since you’ve been so nice, I’ll make sure you’re put on the protected rolls.
Ok, I’m confused. (I don’t have cable). What’s the point of this show? The woman gets loaded and a camera follows her around waiting for her to vomit on herself? And that’s entertaining?
And people say I weird for reading so many books…
Ok, I’m confused. (I don’t have cable). What’s the point of this show? The woman gets loaded and a camera follows her around waiting for her to vomit on herself? And that’s entertaining?
And people say I’m weird for reading so many books…
The point? E! has found a “celebrity” willing to sacrifice what’s left of their self-esteem for some air time.
Entertaining? As much as a busload of children off a cliff.
Good lord…
The clips scott e. linked to remind me of the scenes from COPS or Trauma when they’d come across someoen drunk or stoned out of his skull. The police or doctors would keep repeating the same question while stoner just keeps babbling “I’m… not… I need my… where’s the sheep?..I’m…candy?”
I say we give Homer some 'shrooms again and film that. It has to be better than this mess.
She is a mess in a dress.
Never mind how to spell it, peasea. There’s a shorter word beginning with “c” that says it better and is easier to spell.
Are you sure she didn’t start with “behind-the-dumpster” blow-jobs? Anyway, I wouldn’t take that bet.
What I don’t understand is why anyone wants to watch this doped-out-of-her-mind, dead from-the-neck-up, disgusting-from-the-scalp-down gold-digging slut in the first place. Why is the self-degradation of anyone entertaining? Eeeew!
Oddly enough, “Acckkk, tthhhpbppbptt!!” sums up my reaction to those clips quite nicely.
I think we are on the cusp of a new phenomenon.
Take, for example, my housemate, a fine example of modern America as I fear it. He is my friend, but he is also as sharp as a bag of ball-bearings with the taste of a dung beetle (yeah, I’m a little pissed at him right now–give me some space to rant here). I came home the other night to find him laughing out loud at Dude, Where’s My Car?
Just like the title character from Encino Man (which he also was watching intently this week) my pal is having some problems adjusting to the post-Neolithic era. He is unemployed, has a psycho girlfriend, and is too unmotivated to smoke cigarettes outside of the house, but not too shy to mention that cigar smoke is worse, the prick. So what entertains this enigmatic fellow?
Crap. Utter shite. If there was such a thing as the Step-on-a-Rake Channel, my television would never again display black-and-white or subtitles, 'cause the motherfucker I live with would have a beer truck backed up to the window and a year’s supply of Depends stacked next to the couch.
I believe I am personal witness to the dawning of a new era: that of the lower-than-lowest-common-denominator. It seems as if when people want to escape these days, they don’t want to empathize with what they see, or admire it. They want to feel superior to it. And since even a poor friend and disingenuous snob like me has a hard time feeling superior to anything anyone else has actually created and displayed, one must delve into the very latrine which is underneath the bottom of the barrel in order to please–or hypnotically revolt–everyone.
Okay, I admit it. I watch this shit too! I have been flushed into the swirling vortex of shit television. I sit around and drink beer with my roomie and read, but I’m also watching. I watch it because it pisses me off, and for some reason which I wish I could explain, I like it. I, too, am a craphound. My pal just has a better developed nose for it, and a black-belt level of tolerance for it as well.
Sigh. I feel a little better now. I know I’m a dick, and I know what this rant is really about is jealousy. But God damn it, if I have to see someone actually taking positive pleasure from another Pauly Shore film, I’m going to fucking explode!
It’s just not fair that I cannot be so easily entertained.
OK, now I would watch THAT. Awwww YEAH!
She was on Jay Leno Friday night. The whole interview made me cringe. She’s not only vacuous, she’s boring.
This show was the only thing Anna was qualified for. She tried to get a job managing some trailer park, but sadly wasn’t smart enough.
The only other job she could get was to walk around the house and let someone follow her around with a camera. It isn’t much, but it’s that or welfare (cough-next season-cough).
ummmm, wait just a sec there Gentlemen,
What we’re talking about here is a slightly overweight ex-stripper who recently won a settlement in the ballpark of 100 million dollars who has breasts that are each the size of my head.
I also think we’d all agree here that, if there’s one talent this woman has, one thing she can probably execute flawlessly even under the influence of whatever she’s on, the woman could probably orally de-chrome a trailer hitch without too much effort. Let’s be honest, she got where she is 'cause she knows her way around a dick.
I could think of worse fates. Annie baby, you’re welcome at casa //\etalhea|) anytime!