We are out of practice when it comes to not talking over each other. That's according to Charlie on this week's show. And I have to kind of agree with him. When we first started Who Asked You? and placed some clips on YouTube, the comments weren't kind. One that stood out above all others was that we talked over each other too much. We worked on it, got better at it and now once again, suck at it. We'll work on it some more.
There's good reason this week though that we're stepping all over each other. There's a lot to talk about! After Charlie gives us his short and sweet review of the Electric Daisy Carnival and how he stood in line for 3-hours to get in on the first night, we review Jabari's policies on seeing awful films, then dive into the show with a story from the people who usually bring us the headlines, a local news station in Salt Lake City, Utah. A new series from NBC based on the Playboy Club of the 1960's in Chicago has got KSL-TV's garments in a twist. The station is owned by the Mormon Church and as a result, they want nothing to do with the Playboy brand. They refuse to air the new show called, THE PLAYBOY CLUB when it debuts this Fall. Oddly, NBC isn't pressuring them. Perhaps because they don't want a PR wrath of Biblical proportions to come down on them from religious groups. The Peacock Network assures us though they'll look to other broadcast outlets in the Salt Lake market to air the program for them... there's always The CW! They'll air anything! As you can imagine before even pressing play, we (more accurately Mike and Charlie) launch into another deep convo about perceptions of religion and so forth. I think some of you may be getting tired of such debates. If the ErrorFM chat room is any indication, you are. While the back and forth was going on, at least 6 people left the room without warning. Server timeout? Perhaps, or at least, I'd like to think so. Rest assured, we've made note of this phenomenon and will try and limit these discussions in the future even if the chat room rapture had nothing to do with show events... just to be on the safe side. If you are or aren't fond of these types of discussions, you're more than welcome to tell us in a listener E-Mail.
Enough of that. The next item on the agenda stinks... literally. It reeks worse than that bland, overused pun I just made. In an attempt to keep the stupid gimmicks-a-flowin' in theaters, Dimension Films is planning to roll out what they're calling "Aromascope" with the premier of Robert Rodriguez's, SPY KIDS: ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD. The idea is simple, yet incredibly dumb. With your movie ticket you'll receive a scratch and sniff card. During the film a number will flash on the screen prompting you to scratch the corresponding box and smell the scent, putting you in the movie's environment! Yeah right... I'll find it difficult to immerse myself in a film's smelly scene when that card is competing with the theater's standard aromas of burnt popcorn and the fat guy one row back who just blew ass. The only saving grace of this gimmick is that it won't cost any extra. Really??? Gee, thanks Hollywood! Paying $11 for a substandard comic book rip off written by an asshole in the writer's guild who doesn't deserve to be there has me on the fence every time... but a card I can sniff all through a movie at no additional cost? I'm sold! I'll be there, first in line, front row, for every new release from this day onward. Don't be surprised though if I'm huffing a Sharpie marker and not your retarded piece of paper.
It seemed only appropriate while on the subject of stimulating one's nose that our newest, favorite-ist segment pinches one off to round out the show. Ladies and gentlemen, this week returns, "Jenkem Watch." The segment that's quite literally, full of shit. Whenever there's a story that involves feces or flatulence, we're on it, remaining anything but silent and deadly. This edition brings us 2 turds. First, a poopy-person on the loose in Boulder, Colorado! He was spotted at a yoga festival... inside a Porta-Potty tank. That's right. He went where the poo goes. A woman noticed something moving inside and summoned security. When the man finally emerged, he was covered in dooky. There was little security could do to subdue him until police arrived, after all, who wants to touch a guy covered in crap? So he got away but was eventually caught... and hopefully hosed off.
The other doody-ditty comes to us from New Hampshire. An apartment complex there is making Gil Grissom jealous with there crime scene "clean up" or lack there of. Residents of the complex are having a hard time picking up after their pooches. So in an attempt to get them to, the property manager has enlisted the help of a doggy DNA company. Whenever there's an unclaimed pile, she takes a sample and sends it to the lab for testing. It's compared to samples residents were required to submit and bingo, like bullet striations, things line up and the culprit is caught. Is this going a little too far? That's the question posed to the guys. Lets just hope this doesn't show up in a scene of CSI in "Aromascope."
