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Okay, Animal Planet. Cable television's home for evil geniuses, and I'm fairly convinced owned by Lex Luthor or one of his subsidiaries. These folks have distilled the pure essence of cable television, and can both control and create the short attention span in the audience.
I've just been zapped by the Pet Psychic. This woman, I kid you not, just informed a concerned pet owner that her prize piggy has tail-wagging anxiety. The porcine pet is distressed, thinking that her tail wagging is not as good as the appendage wavery of the owner's dogs. Apparently the psychic was told this by the pig. Psychically.
Eeep.
And then there is the Crocodile Hunter. That is a damaged individual, laughing all the way to the emergency room. And yet! Perfect cable. Short segments with maximum bizarreness and entertainment.
I feel like I've been drugged. And people complain about the inanity of boybands!
Oy vey, I complain about the inanity of boybands!
Meep.
I've just been zapped by the Pet Psychic. This woman, I kid you not, just informed a concerned pet owner that her prize piggy has tail-wagging anxiety. The porcine pet is distressed, thinking that her tail wagging is not as good as the appendage wavery of the owner's dogs. Apparently the psychic was told this by the pig. Psychically.
Eeep.
And then there is the Crocodile Hunter. That is a damaged individual, laughing all the way to the emergency room. And yet! Perfect cable. Short segments with maximum bizarreness and entertainment.
I feel like I've been drugged. And people complain about the inanity of boybands!
Oy vey, I complain about the inanity of boybands!
Meep.
