Did you know that frakking pumps thousands of chemicals — I know, right? chemicals! — into the virgin earth, resulting in massive water pollution and, if the show is to be believed, the murders of concerned and goodly environmentalists who, in a selfless effort to save the planet (and at great personal risk, so deeply runs both their convictions and their obvious selfless goodliness), uncover charlatans on private land engaging in the act of earth rape and water rape and the audacious use of thousands of chemicals?
I know, right? Chemicals!
Thousands of them.
In the earth.
That’s why I watch that show. For the subtle lessons in social justice. And definitely not because I’m hoping Maura and Jane eventually go undercover together in a women’s prison, or are forced by some crazy plot necessity to shower together, naked, together, in a shower. With no curtains.
Just so’s you know.
Sasha Alexander does kind of have that lipstick lesbian vibe going for her, doesn’t she?
Angie? Pure diesel.
That’s pretty much why I watch it. The outside chance–or, more accurately, the vain hope–of watching them reenact at least part of The Martha Stewart Chronicles
I watch it because I love how that dog slobbers on Tom Hanks… It just cracks my ass up.
I’m glad I’m not the only one revisiting Martha.
Good times…
You’re thinking of Tango and Cash, silly.
And that’s not a dog. That’s Kurt Russell with old queen hair.
Never saw it but don’t they need a good sarging? For the sake of popular convention?
Most of those chemicals started out in the ground, so we’re just putting them back.
Cool beans about the chemicals. I just learned the fish are controlling the hydroelectric dams (and damned proud of it too), which hell! Who knew they were so smart, the fish?
Equal justice under law. Equal. Yeah, right.
“Some expected?” Understatement of the week.
We better start buying all our oil from Brazil and the Middle East! Everyone knows that they get oil the good, ol’ fashioned way: praying to Mother Gaia while gay marrying bunnies to sun shine.
Q: What do you get when a bunny and sunshine have babies?
A: Nothing! They have to adopt, same as any other garried couple!
I gave up on the hot chick shows when the naked shower scene didn’t happen in “Charlie’s Angels.” Or was it “Charmed?”
Anyway, it was one of those shows with good looking gals, horrible writing, and ridiculous plots.
I’m apparently missing important lessons on important social problems by not watching this show. I give myself a pass though, since I’m straight and female.
I’d rather be Frakking.
leigh, you know shows like that always have the obligatory hot guy or two.
I really hope there’s a crew in Williston calling themselves the Frackin’ Toasters. Please God let it be true.
Yup. Bruce McGill.
My new teevee boyfriend is Walt on Longmire. I like my dudes rugged.
The hot guys are there to get the gay men to watch. It’s a small market, but it doesn’t hurt to exploit it.
Admiral Adama called to remind you that children may be reading this, please call it f***king
I had a brief mental image of Cagney and Lacey in a hot shower scene and now my ears are bleeding.
The trick is imagining a really hot shower, such that the steam is even more impenetrable than a Roberts analysis.
MV, that’ll happen when your brain tries to get as far as possible away from your eyes, in case there’s an actual external source for the image.
I also hear that corporations are made out of people.
So is Soylent Green.
Here is a video showing the fracking process…
Cranky-d, Soylent Green is made out of women wearing corsets. Or less.
Frack it.
I don’t think it was here, but a few days ago I said something about melted butter smelling like butter, whereas melted margarine smells like chemicals. Someone replied “do you know what a chemical is?”
Fine, be a pedant, but if you want to act like you don’t know what a “chemical smell” is, you’re no better than the Dread Justice Roberts.
And I don’t care what anybody says, fracking (or frakking) is nowhere near as interesting as it should be, given the name.
re: geoffb’s link:
Those dinosoaurs must have been really smart to carry all that dead plant matter down to those depths with them!
After the producer of Law and Order made his first $50M or so from the greedy filthy advertising machine, he spent the rest of his time trying to move the 8-12% of the people into voting the right way, for the people. That’s integrity.
Not to mention age appropriate.
Anyway, isn’t Longmire the show that features Deputy Chesty McBlond who, before she speaks her line, gives a 3/4 profile shot and takes a deep breath?
I have a story!
There’s a highway (198) between Visalia and Hanford California, bout 25 miles, that was two lane and lined with beautiful walnut trees. Well, both towns grew three times their size, traffic got heavy, and all the trees were getting their bark knocked off from careening cars. Especially in the winter, they get awful fog through there.
Anyway, the decided to improve the road to a divided four lane with merge lanes and shit, a $65 million job.
They’re three quarters done now, and haven’t worked a lick for months.
Seems some hawks nested in the trees…
I’m not sure if it’s the Rizzoli or the Isles but one of em’s been listening to National Soros Radio
Chemicals!
dear lord they’re using dihydrogem monoxide
Penn and Teller on the evils of dihydrogen monoxide: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yi3erdgVVTw
Anyway, isn’t Longmire the show that features Deputy Chesty McBlond who, before she speaks her line, gives a 3/4 profile shot and takes a deep breath?
That’s the one. She’s the token wise-cracking city slicker who thinks she’s all that. Lou Diamond Phillips is giving it the old college try trying to pull off being a wise Indian who straddles the worlds of the E-vil white man, the patrons at his bar, and the disgruntled Indians, every single one of whom has attitude so far, who live on the Res.
I’m having a hard time suspending my disbelief on that one.
All the Indians around here are extremely gruntled. Casino gruntled.
There’s one tribe that had a battle with itself over just how gruntled they were.
Our Indians are gruntled, as well Lee. A monoploly on the Casinos and Smoke Shops tends to make one gruntled.
Leigh, believe it or not, I’ve only seen the show once, but I swear, the blond did the breath and profile thing at least twice. And I didn’t even watch the whole show.
That’s just the binding agent for the silicon dioxide, the nasty shit that makes all the methane leak out of the broken strata.
I missed the second episode, Blake. It was heavily promoted though and featured a strip club. Chesty was shown stripping out of her Deputy duds and pole-dancing. Thankfully (from my pov, at least) they haven’t revisited any nekkidness in the other episodes I’ve seen.
Shirtless Walt is okay. Chesty in her thong? Not so much.
Leigh, I seem to recall Reno 911 doing a show about their deputies working in a strip club or some such. Sounds like it was classier than the Longmire strip club episode.
Rizzoli? Rizzoli?
Presto de la belushi e funicello tutto molto parmigiana…
My apologizes first to mv, but I recall a long ago episode of Cagney & Lacey where the gals were dressed up like cartoonish hookers.
I guess when you run out of plot ideas, head for the strip club. See: NYPD Blue, for instance.
Didn’t NYPD Blue start in a strip club?
Guys, Rizzoli and Isles is set in Boston. You were expecting anything BUT Leftists???