Come Inside My Head, if You Dare…
You probably know that I live in the Stanislaus National Forest. If you don’t already know this, now you do. My point is, occasionally you see silly things that you would not see in the city.
I feel like it’s my mission to share these things with my non-mountain readers. That, and it’s Thursday…
Hope you enjoyed these giggles!
TTFN
While researching popular Reality Shows, to see which one was considered the best, I came across a list of ALL the USA reality shows out there – past & present. The quantity startled me (600+) and, well, if the titles were any indication of the show’s quality, times were getting horribly desperate out there in Hollywood.
The first ‘reality show’ I ever watched was Candid Camera. Back then (in 1948) the term ‘reality show’ did not exist. I loved that show! It was so funny and the pranks were clever. I still miss that show, and I hope that one day a wise and creative producer will be inspired to do another show.
Survivor came out in 2000 and remains to this day. After the first season and the beginning of the second, I voted myself off the island. The physically challenging competitions were OK and the tribal ceremony was corny but fun to watch. What disappointed me was all the “drama” going on – it seemed scripted and fake to me. The other thing that got on my nerves was the fact they kept passing the show off as real.
Most Reality Shows are about as real life as WWF wrestling. They are game shows with no questions, just stunts and competition. They have more ‘drama’ than my soaps did.
These people are not abandoned on a deserted island, or in the wilderness, left to survive on their own . They are on a taped TV show. There is a film crew that I assure you does not sleep in homemade huts and eat bugs. There are medical staff at the ready (probably for insurance purposes.) And even if the camera crew and medical staff have to rough it a little, I’m pretty sure that Jeff Probst is living at the nearest 5 star hotel and commuting to the wilderness set.
Think about it.
To download the list as a PDF file Click Here
TTFN
Looking back on when I first began blogging (2010), I learned that out of all my humorous posts, the ones people liked the most were the ones where I was ranting about something that was, or had occurred, that ticked me off, OR actually happened to me.
I have been neglecting this blog, and I am truly sorry. My time is being spent on more pressing matters. Like running the local quilt guild (the silly members nominated me for President) and learning the Mary Kay business. I am distracted in every task I do by another task that also MUST get done.
Please, faithful readers, hang in with me. I will be re-running my favorite (and ancient) posts this summer. Who knows? My muse could slap me upside the head and I think of something new. Don’t hold your breath for this to happen – but it could.
Ever since that movie came out, my friends have been thinking about what they would put on their lists. No one is actually writing these lists down on paper. At least not admitting they are, because after all, we are way too young to be thinking about that.
I have no clue what will be on my list. I do know, however, what will NOT be.
Have you seen this? If you think it looks scary while you watch it on Nat Geo, try being on the same road. There is only one road. It goes up the volcano. It goes down the volcano. The grade is about 5%. You coast from 10,028 ft to sea level in 38 miles. Seems simple. No peddling. Ha! A steep road is only half of the problem. A twisted, two-lane road makes the trip horrifying. And I was in a car.
“The view is breathtaking!” everyone tells you.
I would not see them because all my focus would be on not crashing my bike into the 300 other tourists also biking down the volcano, being hit by one of the (sane) people driving their car, or coasting right off a cliff.
No Thank You.
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This is just wrong!
Aside from being dangerous, this jump was probably illegal.
Considering it is at night and there is just the couple present .
Hey, maybe he pushed her off the bridge and this is a homicide.
If you ever see me in this position – call the police!
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Don’t kid yourself.
Only the bulls are running with each other. People are running FROM the Bulls.
Do these guys look like they are having fun? Even I am saner than this.
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Just “because it is there”, are you kidding me? Many things are “there” and I am not one bit tempted to climb them. That reason to climb a mountain is ridiculous!
The only climbing I want to do is the stairs – when I have to, in order to be where I want to be. Like my daughter’s house. The 2nd story of the mall. My doctor’s office. That kind of climbing.
NOT this…
For me, any recognition from the media would be embarrassing or damaging to my self-esteem. People who knew me would not be awed or jealous of my fame.
They would roll their eyes and say, “That’s Jodi, alright!”
So, who needs that?
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