I mentioned in yesterday’s post that my writing doesn’t fit in the genre of “thinking blog.” Please accept the following crap as evidence.
I’ve made it no secret that I enjoy the children’s program Blue’s Clues. My favorite, and I believe most people’s favorite host is Steve. It was a sad, sad day when Steve went off to college and was replaced by creepy Joe. Peanut is happy to watch Blue’s Clues, as well, although he is oblivious to whether the host of the show is Steve or creepy Joe.
Have any of you watched the newer spin-off of Blue’s Clues, Blue’s Room? Well, to put it mildly, this show is the biggest piece of shit show ever produced. It’s horrible. It’s mind numbing. It’s the worst show on TV, next to CSI: Miami with that vomit-inducing David Caruso.
The producers, writers, and directors of this show should be ashamed of themselves and possibly even jailed on charges of criminal negligence. The character of Blue, who can now talk thanks to this horrendous show, is so irritating. Worse is the character of Sprinkles, Blue’s baby brother. I feel like severing my auditory nerve every time I hear his whiny little voice. And creepy Joe? He must be mortified to walk around in public. His part in the show, as a supporting actor to PUPPETS, must haunt him.
I certainly wouldn’t want to offend any children who actually are fans of this show. Peanut is not a fan of the show as I’ve learned now for several mornings in a row. Nick Jr. has been playing new episodes (the horror!) at 9am, when I shower. Usually, he sits quietly in his pack-n-play while I shower. The past several mornings I’ve heard him crying while I was in the shower. I blame you damn Blue’s Room for my abbreviated showering routine (I’m shaking my fist and scowling angrily).
As for the title of this blog, please understand that I’m making fun of myself for feeling the need to blog about a most inane subject. Most of my post subjects are inane, but I’ve reached an all-time low here. Thinking blogger, I am not.