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Dr William Lee

Dr William Lee
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February 05
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I was born in February, 1914. Died August, 1997. "We forget that we are dead men conversing with other dead men."-Borges

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Salon.com
MAY 25, 2011 4:52PM

HOW TO Talk Show

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LIGHTS

 

How are you??  How are you??  How are you??

(applause)

What we've got for you today is more human detritus and martyrs.  So don't go anywhere.  We'll be right back after these words from our sponsors...

(applause; fade out)

--Are you tired of feeling tired, of being low in the energy department?  Are you tapped out?  Overworked?  Underpaid?  Then get back to work.  No, just kidding (sort of).  I mean, you would have to be crazy to just sit there while all this is going on.  While the world slides into oblivion.  So...order some of our little blue pills...right away!--

(back to the show; applause)

We're baaack!  I'm sorry about that.  We wanted to go away so you'd miss us!  Did you miss us?  HUH?? 

(images of kittens flashed on screens overhead; audience: Awwww)

I thought you did.  Now it's time for our GUESTS!!!

(several celebrities of various shapes and sizes are presented for our viewing pleasure; some mindless chatter between them and the host; and then...)

And now it's time for questions.  From you!

(kittens; aww)

Who wants to go first...yes, you, ma'am.

(lady in audience stands, shakily)

Yes, I, I...

Spit it out, hon.

(aww)

Yes, I wanted to ask the man in the blue...What was it like to have to force your wife to have an abortion?  I mean, even if it was a Nazi skinhead who....

I'm sorry.  But I'm getting bored, so I think I'll talk to myself while pretending to care about what you just said.  Don't you think it must have been hard?

(gestures knowingly to audience; robotic nodding in agreement)

Yes, I thought you would.  (to the woman who asked the question, still standing, still shaking)  And don't you think that was a stupid question to ask?  I do.  (turns dramatically to audience)  AUDIENCE, WHAT DO YOU THINK??

(cued by screens overhead, in tandem)

STU-PID!!

(the woman returns to her seat, slowly, crushed; applause, then...sniggers from the audience here and there as an ugly mood enters the room)

Ugly mood, can you tell us, what is like to be you?

(sniggers)

Oh, ugly mood...

(sniggers)

What do you portend?

(sniggers)

(curtain falls)

 

LIGHTS OFF

 

(several moments of silence, darkness)

(then, a scream is heard, perhaps the woman from the audience, being strangled slowly)

(struggling)

(weaker)

(struggling)

(weaker)

(final desperate struggling...)

(silence)

 

 

 

 

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If we replace adorable kittens with celebrities moving product, this script could describe, satirically at least, most late-night television shows. I know. I watch them. I have to. It's part of my job as a media ethnographer.
Spot on. Daytime talk's formula indeed.



"Funny."
Ah, MS. Oprah, what will we do without you? Just fine I suppose. The fact that's it's all based on pain and suffering doesn't seem to register with people anymore. It's considered old fashioned to bring it up. What a spectacle. I'm glad she's gone, gone, gone.
Rated.
great stuff. deserving.
----Is that a mugshot on your avatar now, doc?----
I am a thug, so it is hard for me to see what's wrong with this.

Hmf. Guess that says it all.

Well done, Doctor.
MORE TA-TA'S!!



Oprah never took my advice either...
-r-
A gurgling sound...

Hah.

You do know that talk shows are based on the simple premise that if you put any old shit on between noon and 3, the people at home at that time are bound to see it? What else are they going to do? Read? Doubtful. Rated.
I don't know why people watch this crap. It's mean spirited and stu-pid. Stu-pid!
Ah, old man, you and I, we're relics. The young ones prefer their crucifixion served up daily. On flying waves. Hurumph! Hurumph! Amen.
God, this was brilliant satire! A tour de force. Great job.
Compensation for all the hype about some stranger's last show, a show I've never watched, for the past three weeks. What was it before that, some alcoholic loser's rants about getting canned from a sitcom? What a pathetic society.
Inhumanitas omni aetate molesta est
(Cicero)
Since you put it that way, I guess I should go right out and buy a TV.
daniel - One could ask, "In what are we engaged?" I think you'll find that the answer is not so simple.

mrvoulezvous - "Thank you."

themanhattankid - She will not be missed, missed, missed.

stu pot - gracias.
commentary - I never tell. Although I'll admit that this one is an old photo.

DaveyMarx - Ethics confounds sense.

Pong - As along as I don't have to see hers...

TracyJack - The fact that they read is beyond doubt. They read Entertainment, Details, Vogue.
Rutter - You said it, in a way.

Damon E Walters - Groucho would puke.

Harold T Ruffman - I do not think that it's a young/old thing. More of dumb/cold thing.

Brassawe - Are there additions...?

skinnydave - Try to pay as little attention as possible...pretty soon you'll be one of them.

aesopshead - You said it, brother.
Old New Lefty - I threw mine out years ago, straight into the river. Noise pollution.
It crept back in by the back door...
What are talk shows made of? Strangled cries. The Society of Sadism has replaced the Society of Spectacle, and we're through the looking glass when this stuff is so openly celebrated. It was a revealing transition, from the media hooraying an extra-judicial murder, to the Oprah farewell. Ugly spectrum of choices.
Rated.
I don't get the appeal of talk shows either. It seems to be about enjoying watching others in pain. Like dog fighting.
Rated
Hey, somebody's gotta stir the pot. OK? OK.