I had wondered just what Stephen Colbert would be able to do when he took over hosting The Late Show on CBS from David Letterman. His character, the narcissistic right-wing pundit, supposedly, was gone. His guestlist would become decidedly more A-List Hollywood and less quirky authors and really interesting, though not known, people.

He would become the classic network late-night host and do all the classic network late-night host stuff: monologues, celebrity interviews, funny (though kinda mainstream) bits, house band, musical guests. Well, that is exactly what he has done. Thing is, he is still Stephen Colbert, and the character isn’t entirely gone, just the faux right-wing parts.

That means CBS has given a man known for getting people to say things they wouldn’t say to anyone else access to the A-List. So far it has paid off, last night in a big way. Colbert was interviewing Elon Musk, CEO and Product Architect of Tesla Motors as well as CEO and CTO of SpaceX. It’s the latter role mentioned that the two were talking about when Musk dropped the bomb, or rather, talked about dropping a few nuclear bombs…on Mars.

When Colbert asked him about ways to make Mars hospitable for colonization, Musk told him that there was a quick way and a slow way. Colbert pressed him for the quick way and got this response:

Of course, this clip is being shared. Colbert has found a way to adapt to the classic late night talk show format and still get the most interesting responses from at least some of his guests. Sure, you’ll have to deal with him being cheesy with the likes of George Clooney and Scarlett Johansson, but the payoff is clips like this one with Musk and some damn fine musical performances like this one by Kendrick Lamar.

(Also, kudos to CBS and Global here in Canada for not pulling national copyright on video clips that are meant to be shared wherever you happen to be watching them from.)

So, is The Late Show with Stephen Colbert the same as The Colbert Report? No. Not at all. It’s a mainstream talk show.

Does it have the same vibe and originality? So far, yes. And that has surprised me. Maybe letting Stephen Colbert take over network Late Night could be a good thing, a very good thing.


So it looks like some people who have been downloading movies and TV shows illegally are going to get letters. That’s right, not even emails. Actual snail mail. Threatening snail mail at that.

Not sure if this will have any effect, given that our mail service is soon not going to be a door-to-door thing and also considering that these warnings are nothing more than that. There are no fines or jail time possible, they’re just toothless warnings.

But Canadians are, for the most part, a well-intentioned people. I’m sure we’d happily pay to support the shows we want if there was a way. That is, if there was a way that didn’t involve having to first pay for a cable service and then the content we’re looking for.

Such a thing exists south of the border, or rather it will exist soon. HBO is finally making it possible to purchase the GO platform, accessible through computers, smartphones, tablets and as an app on Smart TVs, without first having a cable subscription, but only in the US.

That’s right, all that fine HBO program… Yes, Game of Thrones, new season, because that and maybe True Detective is all we’re really after, right? The service should cost $12 a month and while that’s a pretty penny to pay for one show, it also may include quite a bit of the back catalogue, kind of like Netflix. That means Sopranos, Boardwalk Empire, old episodes of Game of Thrones, pretty good deal, if you ask me.

I would gladly pay $12 a month for HBO legally, instead of “going to a friend’s house” (cause I’d never do anything illegal… and then admit it online). A lot of time, energy, talent and money went into these shows and I’d happily support them. Unfortunately, due to my geographic situation, I can’t. Instead, I’m free to support Canadian cable conglomerates that had no hand in creating the programming I want. I have neither the will or the funds to do that.

It’s time that Canadian media companies shifted focus away from fighting hard to reinforce a system that allows them to become rich by buying then re-selling content they didn’t make, through an outdated method, and instead creating some great content of their own and distributing it through apps and streaming services that the whole world has access to.

There has never been a better opportunity for Canadian-produced media to shine globally. Sure, Canadian companies don’t have the marketing or production budgets that Hollywood does, but that can change and will change if they stop focusing on distribution, and opt for a simple model, using something like a website and an app, and instead of buying US shows, pour that money into content production and promo instead.

Hollywood has a reason to fear the internet, Toronto doesn’t. We should let the full American version of Netflix come in without people having to be clever, same for HBO GO. Who cares what Canadian company owns what? We won’t be buying shows anymore, we’ll be making them.

The internet should have no national boundaries. Not only does that democratize things for smaller content producers, it also makes it possible for national media companies that aren’t American to get a leg up.

Unfortunately, for now, it looks like our media conglomerates are clinging to the old ways so much they’ve resorted to sending letters.

But honestly, guys, if you blow this chance, THE NORTH WILL NEVER FORGET!

Less than five minutes into the pilot of the new Showcase drama Masters of Sex and we’re already observing a couple going at it doggy style from the closet of a seedy-looking brothel. Based on the influential biography by Thomas Maier Masters of Sex: The Life and Times of William Masters and Virginia Johnson, the Couple Who Taught America How to Love, the new hit show follows the ob-gyn and his protégé who became pioneering researchers into the study of human sexuality in the late 1950s and 1960s.

Before the scientific study of sex was a socially acceptable practice, Dr. Masters, played with a calm and collected confidence by Michael Sheen, had to find his research subjects wherever he could. Without official permission from his university, he resorts to paying prostitutes not for their services but for their secrets. In an early scene from the pilot, Masters’ scientific curiosity seems clouded by his astonishing naivety, likely a product of the period of his upbringing. He questions why a woman would fake an orgasm and whether it’s a common practice of prostitutes, to which his subject replies in a blasé manner that “it’s common practice amongst anyone with a twat.”

When Masters realizes he’ll truly need a female perspective to crack the code of understand human sexuality, he teams up with the sexually liberated Virginia Johnson, played exuberantly by Lizzy Caplan. The twice-married (and twice-divorced) single mother isn’t afraid to speak candidly or frankly about sex, a very unusual quality for a woman in 1958. She stands out from other female characters on the show, notably Masters’ wife who creepily refers to him as “daddy”, as if that would somehow aid in their feeble attempt to conceive.

Masters_of_Sex_59494 “I love the idea of using the notion of trying to understand sex in a scientific way as a way to understanding love and intimacy and relationships, which is really what our show is all about,” said showrunner Michelle Ashford in New York Magazine. “It was a trip to explore how much changed since the late fifties and to explore how much has not changed since the late fifties.”

This highly stylized drama draws an immediate Mad Men comparison for its time period setting, but that’s about where the similarities end. For one thing, it’s definitely quite a bit steamier, and many people admittedly will be watching for the sex, which is done with the usual funny flair of other Showtime hits like Weeds.

The writers decided not to romanticize the deed, opting instead to depict the awkward, funny and harrowing qualities of laboratory voyeur sex, both for those taking part and those just watching. If they continue to deliver such intriguing dramatization on historical attitudes towards sex that make for an interesting commentary on how far we’ve come since the landmark study, viewers will definitely be salivating for more.


“The only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about.” – Oscar Wilde

Oh Miley… it’s hard to even know where to begin. In case you’ve been living underneath a rock without wi-fi, during a performance last weekend with Robin Thicke at the MTV VMAs, the former child star Miley Cyrus proved she’s very much shed her Disney-friendly Hannah Montana skin by stripping down to a flesh-colored latex bikini, fondling herself with a foam finger and performing the now infamously appropriated style of dance called twerking. Basically, it involves bending at the waist and jiggling your ass.

With her tongue recklessly wagging out of her bright red lips, she expressed a desperate and obnoxious desire for attention. And she certainly got it, but not quite in the way she was looking for… well, at least the notoriety got ‘twerk’ officially added to the Oxford English Dictionary.

Unsurprisingly, the reactions to the performance covered the gamut from confusion to disgust and repulsion. The inventor of the foam finger expressed his disdain for her degrading use of his piece of American iconography, while the Parents Television Council blasted the network in a statement from their Director of Public Policy Dan Isett, calling the situation unacceptable and claiming that they “once again succeeded in marketing sexually charged messages to young children using former child stars and condom commercials…while falsely rating this program as appropriate for kids as young as 14.”

In true teenage fashion, Cyrus flipped the proverbial bird to her critics by bragging on Twitter that she had 306 000 tweets per minute and pointing out that this was more than the blackout or Super Bowl, ending her tweet her with most smug hashtag of them all: #fact.

miley twerkingWhat she failed to register was that the majority of the feedback she received from the public was negative. Cyrus’ manager Larry Rudolph defended her organic evolution in the music industry from teen idol to raunchy pop starlet, comparing her with another of his precocious protégés, Britney Spears, who executed a similar transformation at the same awards show in 2001.

I’m almost shocked that people were so shocked over this. I figured that the devolution of popular culture into a realm of unparalleled crass and lewdness would have rendered us numb to shock value, to the point where it’s not even uncommon to see girls suggestively rubbing their crotches on men old enough to be their fathers.

And somehow all the uproar unfairly was focused on young Cyrus, without enough questioning of the role Thicke played in this contemporary melodrama. Blogger Matt Walsh penned an eloquent letter to his son on the truly unglamorous nature being a man of low character and no integrity:

“A 36 year old married man and father, grinding against an intoxicated 20 year old while singing about how she’s an “animal” and the “hottest bitch in this place.” And what happens the next day? We’re all boycotting the 20 year old. The grown man gets a pass.”

The real winner here seems to be Cyrus’ publicity team, if they’re continuing to rely on the old adage about any publicity is good publicity. It’s been working well this summer for Thicke, who is on his way to having one of the most popular songs of all time, at least according to the Billboard music charts.

It also begs the question: where can she really go from here? At the frenzied pace she’s twerking, she’s headed down a self-destructive path of head shavings, regretful marriages to try to overshadow the canyon-sized daddy issues plaguing her relationships and oh so much more.

The spectacle will be brought to you play by play, as people love to witness a fall from grace. Or maybe, once her judgment isn’t so clouded by the brash arrogance of youth and the spoiled rotten result of never being told ‘no’ by important authority figures, she will begin to realize what a damaging role model she is turning out to be for young girls and teenagers who see this as a viable method of drawing the attention of men around them. But by then, it may just be too late for a generation of kids growing up exposed to these types of images day in and day out.

I think the best thing to come out of this are the memes, specifically watching Cyrus twerk in a whole host of hilarious new locations, my favorite being famous paintings.

Finally, local comedian Jon Lajoie weighed in with this little ditty that hits the nail on the head when he laments, how dare she try to use sex to sell pop music!

Dexter is in its 8th and final season with only 10 episodes left. With speculation on how the series will play out running high amongst fans, ForumM has uncovered that IMDB lists Lauren Velez as Capt. Maria LaGuerta in episode 4, Scar Tissue. Could this be a return in the form of a video tape or flash back? Let’s wait and find out. Also, for those wondering when Yvonne Strahovski returns as Hannah McKay, the answer is episode 6, A Little Reflection.

This isn’t the first time IMDB has helped uncover spoilers and returns ahead of time for those seeking Dexter spoilers. Back in 2011, IMDB listed Christian Camargo returning as Brian Moser for the 6th episode of season 6, Just Let Go.

Worth noting, IMDB does not list Yvonne Strahovski after episode 9. Could this be her final appearance?

Also, on a final note casting-wise: episode 11 lists Kevin Brief playing a boat buyer. Does this mean that Dexter will attempt to sell his boat, The Slice of Life?

Check out my other predictions for Dexter season 8.

* This post originally appeared on ForumM.ca. Republished with permission from the author.

“Movies will never die, not as long as director Terrence Malick can make every blade of grass sway like the first dance of creation, but TV is where the action is, the addictions forged, the dream machine operating on all cylinders.” (James Wolcott, “Primetime’s Graduation” Vanity Fair May 2012 p150)

I have proudly worn the badge of movie geek for as long as I can remember. I may not know a lot about a lot of things, but for most of my life I have been completely confident in my knowledge and love of the movies.

These days, I find myself going to the movie theatre less and less. One could perhaps attribute that to the fact that I am finally a member of the gainfully employed, but the truth is even at home I’ll skim through the newest movie releases on Netflix and rarely press play. As the former Friday Film Review writer for this website, a part of my heart breaks to admit it but I can’t deny it any more; I am falling out of love with new movies.

My pop culture allegiance is most definitely starting to shift towards television.

I used to happily fork over my cash to the ticket attendant at AMC or Scotia Bank on any film that seemed even remotely interesting. I reveled in the fact that I’d seen every new film out there and could quickly and decisively give you my opinion on it. But these days I recommend to people that they check out Homeland or Portlandia. As I approach thirty, the “old” lady in me does find special delight in curling up on the couch while I shove my face with junk food and watch my favourite show.

Like everyone else on the planet, I went to go see The Avengers and The Dark Knight Rises. Summer Blockbusters are meant to be seen on the big screen anyways; all those explosions and car chases and tight outfits are so much more grandiose at the movie theatre than they are at home. And I know myself; there will always be that undeniable urge inside me to sit in the dark with a group of strangers and stare at a large screen while shoving my face with junk food.

And with the holidays around the corner, the studios are releasing their Oscar contenders. I’ll probably check out Les Miserables and Django Unlimited. But then again, who knows. Do I really want to see Anne Hathaway sing about how life has killed her dreams when I can binge watch the new season of Arrested Development!!! (If you can’t tell, I’m really excited for the new season of Arrested Development!).

From a feminist perspective, I’ve long preferred television. I’ve argued on Forget the Box before how rare it is in the movies to see an interesting, developed female character that’s more than the love interest or the mother. On television be it Damages, The Big C or The Mindy Project, women of all ages and races get to create fully fleshed out, realized characters. My mom can enjoy a show like The Good Wife while I enjoy New Girl. Television, simply put, is better to women.

While the movies have about a fifty year head start, television is also no longer their bastard cousin. In many cases, the production values and pedigree of television shows are just as impressive. I dare you to watch the Battle of Blackwater on Game of Thrones from this season and tell me that wasn’t an impressive piece of storytelling equal to any movie.

Before you get all up in arms about my post, may I just reiterate the point of this article is to question. With a quick skim, you can tell I’m clearly conflicted about the whole thing. Unlike Wolcott in Vanity Fair I would never assume to declare that television is without a doubt better. A part of me feels like THAT movie just hasn’t come out in awhile. That amazing, mind blowing movie that I can’t stop thinking about. A part does hope it’s out there somewhere. But until that movie comes, I’m gonna be excited about season 3 of Downton Abbey.

Believe me, I was reluctant. When all this Shore hullabaloo started a few years back, I rolled my eyes and staunchly refused to watch. I make some seriously questionable viewing choices, but this, most certainly, was a train wreck I could avoid. I tuned out status updates that sounded oddly intriguing, even though they made no real sense to me. I sneered at the friends who assured me that I didn’t know what I was missing, while they slipped into their GTL t-shirts.

And then, one day, all alone, I decided to take a peek. Just to know what I was making fun of. Just so I could hate it credibly, and properly, you understand.

The rest is Jersday history.

People often wonder (to my face, with judging looks) how the bright, lit-loving, grammar correcting gal that I am can watch this junk, let alone admit to watching this junk.

Firstly, I cite my aforementioned love of sketchy programming. Some people like chips, I like a whole lotta my TV with empty calories and brightly coloured preservatives (I refuse to read crap, if that helps).

Secondly, I am ready and able to give a long, eloquent speech on the unique view of social dynamics and politics that we get when we lock strangers together without a common goal or enemy. MTV’s Real World’s the best example, and the first reality show, honestly. Shows like Big Brother come from a different bag and provide a whole other view of the dark spots on human nature, but I digress…

At the end of the day, shows like this have all the necessary components for drama and subsequent entertainment: a cast of colourful characters, conflict, love, sex, betrayal, violence, tears, music, wardrobe…heck, when you look closely, the thing boils down to a poorly scripted opera.

Catching up in a blissful JShore marathon for one the other night, I got to thinking how far we’ve all come together; Sammi and Ronnie have worked through their troubles, and seem to have matured as a couple, JWoww and Snooki are already shooting their spin-off, and everyone knows that little Snooki is carrying her own mini-meatball now, and engaged to her boo.

While nothing’s been publicly confirmed, this looks quite like the last season for the original cast, and what a trip it’s been. I realized I’ve even accidentally picked up a thing or two from these crazy kids along the way, and since knowledge is power, and sharing is caring, here are a few lessons I’ve learned from the Shore.

Some clubs are exactly as bad as I imagined

Admittedly, I have limited clubbing experience. This is for the sole reason that I’m afraid that more often than not, clubs are playing music I can’t groove to, filled with overly greased boys on the prowl, drunks looking for fights, and girls with their coochies falling out all over the dancefloor.

Tres icky. I almost get a rash just thinking about it. I’ve never actually been to a place like that, but Jersey Shore has taught me that they’re way more than an urban myth told to keep me safely at pubs and a select few party venues.

Always eat and hydrate after binge drinking

Look, compared to other reality shows, the guidos and -ettes aren’t drinking excessively. Alcohol is what producers feed people so they don’t have to hire writers. What the Shore kids do better than most is recover. Yes, we have traditional afterhours poutines and delicious dirty pizzas, but this crew, like clockwork, hit the kitchen after the bar and sometimes cook full out things, drunk as skunks in the middle of the night.

You know what? They spend less time vomiting than some other casts. There, I said it, and it’s a valuable lesson. They also have no qualms about taking a whole day to sleep when needed; bonus lesson.

My hair could be bigger…but not naturally

I like to think it’s my NYC Jewish roots that make me love big hair almost as much as a Texan gal does. My hair is pretty admirable, but bigger, better, faster, more, one always wonders. The Jersey girls rock clip-in extensions that go way beyond falsie ponytails and straight into what’s-its-name-and-what-do-you-feed-it territory.

This proves that when I set my mind to it, few ladies out there can pouf their ‘do as fab as mine without resorting to clipping things to their heads. Don’t hurt yourselves trying to keep up *snap*. The funny part here is that Pauly D’s notorious blowout is just styling stuff and hot air, making his the most impressive natural hair in the house.

Anytime I thought I looked too trashy, I was apparently wrong

Thanks for this one; I’m quite relieved.

Some guys have more shoes than me (…and jewelry, and hair products…)

I suppose I knew this, but it’s a whole other thing when you see all the sneakers lined up like that, or watch them trying to pick outfits. The high maintenance man baffles me. The high maintenance woman baffles me a bit too, so maybe all we’ve learned from this one is in need more sneakers.

For every sketchy guy, there’s a sketchy girl, 2 of her friends, and 50 grenades

I admit it: Jersey Shore has made me hate the player less, and even the game less. Did yet another random girl just leave the house right after sex with a handshake, hug, and a smile? Really? For free? Whatever happened to waking up confused in the morning? That used to be all the rage. But hey, everyone seems to be getting what they want (and in express time!) with no misconceptions. Let the players play with each other then, and all is right with the world.

Even train wrecks can make great friends

Say what you will, they’ve been through a ton together. Relationships, tears, international arrests, local arrests, ambulance rides, anxiety breakdowns, the bronzed bunch has shown immense heart, loyalty and fortitude of character when the pickles hit the pavement. They made each other feel homey across a whole ocean, they cook together, prank each other, cheer each other up and on, and for all the multitudes of ways in which we can poke fun at them, I think that’s something they can teach us all.

(Pretty good, right? I think we just had a moment there…)

The season finale’s tonight at 10. You know you wanna. Tell me about it @mcmoxy

“They turned Fox into a soft core porn channel so gradually I hardly even noticed!”  – Homer Simpson

“In a hypersexualized society, you only have two choices: you’re either fuckable or invisible.” – Dr. Gail Dines, ‘Sext Up KIDS’

After watching a fascinating documentary on CBC’s Doc Zone called Sext Up KIDS, I feel even more sorry for young people, especially girls growing up in today’s hypersexualized culture.

Turn on the TV and you’ve got TLC’s Toddlers & Tiaras, a reality show about the kiddie beauty pageant scene where mothers get their 6-year olds hopped up on a mixture of Mountain Dew and Red Bull ever so eloquently dubbed by the tot as “Gogo Juice” and parade them around tarted up to look like Julia Roberts as the whore from Pretty Woman. Seriously, you can’t make this up…. one woman actually chose to outfit her daughter as a prostitute, priming her for a lifetime of cat-calling, hooting and hollering.

Flip open a magazine and you could spot a 10-year old Thylane Lena-Rose Blondeau decked out in gold lame and sprawled seductively across a leopard print rug, trying to sell you something that costs more than your rent for an entire year. Youtube is full of pre-teen wannabe sensations shaking, well, what they haven’t even developed yet.

It comes as no big surprise that kids are getting older younger, especially as we casually hand them grown-up toys like smart phones. Marketers have leeched on to this trend like salivating hounds and tapped into the 150 billon dollar pre-teen clothing cash cow with racy fashion these girls can sport to emulate their idols like Miley Cyrus and Katy Perry.

According to Sext up KIDS, a recent survey of 15 major pre-teen clothing sites found that one third of the apparel was deemed “sexualized.” The French company Jours Après Lunes recently came under fire for developing a line of lingerie for 4-12 year olds. While some argue that it’s merely an instance of little girls wanting to play dress-up, you have to wonder what effect it has on these kids who are being blatantly primed to portray themselves as sex objects.

What happened to letting kids being kids?

Just as young girls are taught to project themselves as sex objects to be rewarded with popularity and the seemingly all-important male gaze, boys are being taught to view and even consume them in that way, perpetuating the cycle. And as tweens become teens, the pressure to look sexy can increase the pressure to act sexy. Furthermore, as noted in the documentary, the more young women focus on “performing for the boys,” the less they think about themselves. For an age group that already has a tangled relationship with self-worth and value, is this really the right path to be sending them down?

To complicate matters even more, today’s teenagers have unbridled access to the gamut of pornographic images. It used to be that a boy’s introduction to porn was finding his dad’s stash of Playboys or Hustlers, or borrowing a video cassette off an older cousin. Nowadays, accessing porn is as easy as clicking a button with little to no censorship or explanation of the content. At this point, no one really knows the direct effect that consuming hardcore pornographic images has on the still-growing teenage brain, but psychologists speculate that it leaves them with a distorted view of what sex is all about, leading to difficulty in fostering and maintaining healthy sexual relationships later on in life.

Not only are teenagers consuming pornography, some are ostensibly creating it by snapping pictures with their cell phone cameras and distributing those images as carelessly as text messages. The documentary illustrates just how pervasive this behavior is among teenagers. Approximately one third of those surveyed admitted to sending a scantily clad or nude photo to a crush or boyfriend. Three teenage girls bravely give their personal stories of times when they sent an intimate photo to someone they trusted, only to have it blow up in their faces when those pictures circulated around their social circles, even ending up in the hands of their family members.

Now some may argue that teenagers will be teenagers – experiencing new sensations, learning about your body and that of the opposite sex is commonplace and has existed since adolescence first came into mainstream culture. However, it seems that in today’s hypersexualized world, the deck is stacked against today’s teenagers towards growing up healthy, confident and respectful of themselves and others.

You can stream the documentary ‘Sext up KIDS’ on the CBC Doc Zone site.

Stephen Colbert conceded on Monday night’s show that he’s suspending his exploratory research into whether or not he should run in the upcoming American Presidential election. This marks the end of the road that would’ve led to the campaign trail…had he continued on it…which he isn’t…for now…probably…

The story began last time around, back in 2008, and outlined the edges of technicalities from the start.

“Doritos officially sponsored the Hail to the Cheese Stephen Colbert’s Nacho Cheese Doritos 2008 Presidential Campaign Coverage. The money given to Colbert could not be used to directly fund his campaign, so he used the money to fund The Colbert Report. He claimed that he would not use his show to plug Doritos, but plugged the chips during these claims….” Wiki

A highly entertaining way to broach the subject and test the waters. It was a great lesson about how the system works, and as emphasized by the closing shot of this years ads, a great step in Colbert’s and Jon Stewart’s continuing mission to show Americans how their sausage gets made.

It’s been a long time since then, and time of course is the farthest distance between two points, a lot has happened. Obama won, of course, but despite some really good work, and a presence unseen since JFK (oh man did I sob through Barak’s inaugural adress…or acceptance speech. Whatevs. Dude’s got skills on the mic), he wasn’t the miracle worker they hoped he’d be, and when change didn’t come fast enough, the hope ran right out. Bailouts, Occupies, warwarwar, at this point he could give every American a job and a pony and his term could still be seen negatively overall. Poor Barak. I like him. I mean, I like any democrat over any republican in a vote, but he seems like a good and capable guy who would one day look good on money.

Gearing up for the 2012 race, the GOP gaffs and jaw-droppers are keeping me laughing when I’m not busy seething, and I’ve been happily watching them drop like flies. From “oops” to sexual assault claims, to open marriages, it’s been a great day at the races so far, at least, from my side of the fence.

Earlier this year I’d noticed names of Hero$ scrolling across the bottom of The Colbert Report, smelling a loophole being driven through, I checked and found out he was building a SuperPAC, got a vague understanding of what that meant, and sat, waiting.

When Colbert announced that he was considering running for “President of the United States of South Carolina” Ron Paul dropped to my second choice for GOP leader. He transferred his SuperPAC to Jon Stewart, on the air, with their lawyer there, giggling, and rightly so, at what they were doing. Though perfectly legal, it was totally ridiculous and shouldn’t be legal, and it was beautiful.

The proverbial sausage filling was flying everywhere. The now renamed The Definitely Not Coordinating With Stephen Colbert Super PAC started running amazing attack ads voiced by the likes of John Lithgow and Samuel L. Jackson. From there they went on to ads showcasing the waste of money and sketchy legislation that let them do all this to begin with. They removed the veil and explained the process, changing the game whether he stays to play or not.

Then, just when I’m waiting to see what happens when Colbert enters the race (can you imagine him in a debate?) and who would run his show while he kissed hands and shook babies from sea to shining sea comes the next twist: it was too late to get his name on the ballot of the South Carolina primary, but conveniently, it was also too late to take off the names of those who dropped out off of the ballot. Oh man, maybe they could write this shit; I have much faith in their writing staff. The thing is, they didn’t even have to!

SO! What’s the next logical step? Why, call up “Friend of the Show” and the guy Stephen gave his Colbert Bump to many moons and scandals ago, Herman Cain. The ads changed, and the call came in: Vote Cain for Colbert. Next up, rally the troops! Allow me to say that I love any mind (or Borgmind, as I imagine show writers become) that comes up with The Really to Restore Fear And/Or Insanity, and of course, they didn’t disappoint with the Rock Me Like A Herman Cain Rally in Charleston on Friday.

Cheerleaders, marching bands, a gospel choir, Hermain Cain and his bus backed Colbert to the applause of right around 5000 people. Colbert sang, Cain sang, people laughed and smiled, and it all paid off…a little. When the votes were counted in Saturday’s primary, Hermain Cain got over 6000 of ‘em. Fair enough, Newt Gingrich 243,398 and even the eternal underdog Ron Paul 78 093, but it was a small victory: when you consider that Cain got 205 votes in the Iowa and New Hampshire primaries combined, Colbert’s impact is obvious. The Cain-Bert Connection took about 1% of the votes, considerably more than the other drop-outs combined.

It sounds like the end, but there’s a catch that seems too glaring to be coincidental: when Colbert asked for his SuperPAC back, Jon Stewart flew off in the graphic of a zepplin; no lawyers, no drama, no SuperPAC renaming hullaballoo. Technically, while his lips say he’s done stirring the electoral pool, his paperwork says he can storm the campaign trail again anytime, and I hope he does. If not now, see you in 2016.

Here’s how long it takes Mitt Romney to make your salary, tweet me the results @McMoxy

We all know those people. The kind that proudly don’t own a TV, don’t need one and don’t want one. I know people like that and I sympathize. I agree that TV can be an intrusive presence and a real conversation stopper, not to mention it’s a medium dominated by corporate advertising which I despise.

Still, I never counted myself among those ranks because there is something mind-numbingly pleasing about watching a good show, even a cop show. Yes, this anti-authoritarian, anti-corporate activist likes him some CSI.

We also all know people who feel that owning a TV is needless, because anything that can be watched can be watched online these days. I know these people, in fact I am one of these people. At least publically, I’m a huge advocate for and promoter of the idea that the web will replace all conventional media one day.

That doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy sitting down from time to time and letting some programmer offer up what I’m going to consume. We all enjoy a good sit, don’t we? There’s something pleasing about knowing that I can just flip on the tube and something (at least remotely) interesting will be playing.

Sadly, I don’t have that privilege anymore. You see, I have rabbit ears and for years, those have served up almost all the shows I needed. But now, thanks to a CRTC ruling designed to make more room for cellphone and other signals, all over-the air analog TV signals have been replaced by digital ones.

That doesn’t mean that rabbit ears don’t work anymore, they just don’t work on their own. You need to pay for a converter, which costs up to $100. I don’t see myself doing that anytime soon. It’s almost like buying a new TV and TV just isn’t my top priority right now. I also don’t see myself getting cable or sattelite TV. It’s just not worth it given what I watch and what I can get online.

It’s not like we weren’t warned. In fact I wrote about this very subject as an impending threat on this site over a year ago and the US has been living without analog signals for over two years. But all the warnings in the world are meaningless when you really don’t want to have to go out and buy an additional device just to watch free TV.

Beyond the price, though, the concept just bugs me and not only because I can see the transmitter from my window but can’t access what it is sending out. It’s the fact that something that was free for years now costs money. It’s not progress, it’s profit. Small profit but profit nonetheless.

It also takes away from the possibility of TV being used as a public service. I know that it’s been far from that for years already and was even created as an advertising medium in the first place, but at least it was possible.

Just a week ago, community radio in Vermont proved just how useful it was in getting vital information out when Irene knocked out the Internet. It’s a shame that TV will never get that chance.

It’s also bringing us one step closer to being fully a part of the grid. Yeah, a converter box is anonymous, but how long will it be before we just plain need cable or satellite to watch TV.

In England, they have a TV Tax and inspectors. That sounds kinda Orwellian to me. I wonder how long it will be before we have something like that here.

Now, this may be a little overboard and paranoid, but at least it would make a great plot for a new series. Too bad it’s the kind of series that I wouldn’t ever look for but may enjoy if it shows up on my TV. Guess I’ll be missing that one.

* photo by Cindy Lopez

We here at ForgetTheBox.tv will be trying out some new stuff over the next few weeks to give you a better overall viewing experience on our video site. We will be aiming to bring you the same level of high quality content that is available on our written site, ForgetTheBox.net.

The focus at ForgetTheBox.tv will move to mimic the web-magazine’s format, in that we will be offering content appealing to a wider range of viewers with more content posted regularly. We will be showcasing our own in house productions from FTB Studios as well as posting other funny, interesting and cool videos that are required internet viewing for the internet dependent.

So here is what to expect in the next little while:

We will be doing a major site redesign (so things might be a bit screwy for a bit) but then we’ll be back better then ever!

We will be expanding our network of friends and independent content producers, by working with quite a variety of other producers in Montreal and bringing you their content in our FTB originals section:

Aimee Davidson – One Hundred Jobs

Some of the stuff we will be covering is local music acts here in Montreal and in the vicinity:

Darling Ghost at Casa Del Popolo

We will also be posting videos that are just plain fun, entertaining or relevant to our interests!

Pavement at Montreal Osheaga Festival

Mushrooms are good for you

Lady Gaga is a Meat Head – seriously could someone please throw her on a BBQ??

Anyway that’s it for now. Keep checking back for updates and new fun content!

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Chris Zacchia