Monday, September 13, 2010

Goodbye Oh-pur. Goodbye Oh-pur's upper arms.

Today is the first day of the rest of your life.

That...and today is the first day of Oprah's last season.  It's all downhill from this point on.

Not that I'm going to watch this show.  Instead the network that hosts Oh-pur in my TV viewing area is showing the US Open.  At this moment I'm enjoying the gruntings of Nadal and Djokovic.  I have the feeling that the two formats aren't all that much different.  Grunt, love, cheer, wipe off the sweat, serve again.

Oh-pur's website has filled me in on the gist of what's going on.

John Travolta is flying Oh-pur and her audience to Australia.  Then before that they drove some unsuspecting tourists right onto the set.

And there was much shrieking.

Which sort of makes me glad I've already been sterilized because noise at that decibel level is bound to make your ovaries wither.

Nadal's and Djokovic's grunting has the opposite effect, by the way.

Oh Oprah, what will 4 PM be without you?

They'd just better not throw "The View" in your time slot.  That's all I have to say about that.


  1. "They'd just better not throw "The View" in your time slot. That's all I have to say about that."

    Couldn't have said it better myself! I am an avid Oprah hater....

  2. I stopped watching Oprah several years ago, she started grating on my nerves. I think she lost touch with the common woman plus her bad habit of interrupting her guests mid-sentence drove me bonkers, and the screaming, all the screaming was so annoying.


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