
Reality? I'll show you reality! Reality is watching analogue, over-the-air broadcasts with rabbit ears in my basement! Either that, or shoving in a tape. Now I could always watch an actual movie. I certainly understand that. But movies run on average nearly two hours long and sometimes my ass just won't take that much sitting still. That's where porn comes in. No matter how good it is, you can only get through about twenty to thirty minutes before busting a nut. Then it's off to something else.
The choices I was offered by the major networks at nine o'clock last night? The horrible machinations of 'Dance War: Bruno vs Carrie Ann' (ABC), an embarrassingly ridiculous new show called 'My Dad's Better Than Your Dad' (NBC), 'The Sarah Connors Chronicles' (FOX) and a rerun of 'Two And A Half Men' (CBS). The CW was showing 'Pussycat Dolls Presents: Girlicious' (which scares me a little because those goddamn Pussycat Dolls might just decide to 'present' something else after that) and 'Paradise Hotel 2' was on MyTV (I didn't even know there was a 'Paradise Hotel 1'!).
I have to admit that Carrie Ann and the Pussycat Dolls were watchable for brief moments, but since the shows both revolve around marginally talented, self-centered adolescents, it's difficult for me to relate to if I don't use the mute button. I'm sure that 'Terminator' thing on FOX is probably better than average fare, but I just wasn't into sitting there for a whole hour, knowing that if I hadn't seen the previous episode it would take forty minutes to figure out what was going on. And as far as 'My Dad...' goes... well, let's just say that if you've seen one safety-helmeted six-year-old hanging from a rope while being slammed into a giant Velcro target by his overzealous father, you've seen them all.

'Island Girls' dates from the early nineties and features one of my favorite adult stars, the one and only Nina DePonca (uncredited and not shown on the box). Even though the exotic and beautiful Kascha is doing the selling here (that's her photo on the front), Nina actually gets more screen time, turning in a torrid girl-on-girl performance early on, then getting completely reamed on the beach, sand up her ass and all. The story revolves around a group of community college students on spring break in Hawaii, the girls all scheming to win a wet tee-shirt contest, which of course involves screwing a contest judge or two. The whole thing ends with a wild dance on the beach to live music being performed by some old pony-tailed guy playing a weirdly wonderful electric bass and his partner bashing on a drum kit. The girls grind around, some wearing grass skirts and Kascha ends up being named the winner of the contest, even though none of them are wearing tee shirts and there is absolutely no water involved!


By the time I had 'finished' (watching) 'Island Girls' it was pushing ten, so I pulled up my pants, and headed upstairs for bed. I'd had enough television for one day.
Sweet dreams came late and lucky me!
I dreamed of reaming Carrie Ann on the beach in Hawaii, sand up her ass and all!
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