I cannot begin to express exactly how much I am enjoying cable television. I'm paying a mere $20 per month, and in return I get immeasurable joy and a perpetual feeling of being much smarter than the rest of the population. It's fabulous. Last night I watched Crossing Over with John Edward on the Sci-Fi channel. For those not familiar with the program, John Edward is a hot-shot psychic who can purportedly communicate with the dead. He has these "gallery readings" where he fills a studio with people, then somehow harvests dead people energy, picks someone from the audience, and claims to be talking with their deceased kin. People scream and cry. I'm not going to speculate on whether this man is really able to communicate with the dead, because frankly, there's part of me that would like to believe there's an afterlife, no matter what my atheist/cynical leanings would like to tell me. The point is this: Last night, John Edward did a private reading with none other than former Skid Row frontman Sebastian Bach. He looked just like he did during those "Youth Gone Wild" days less than 15 years ago, except now his hair's lighter, and he's put on some weight. He had his wife with him, who was this bleach-blonde all decked out in skimpy leather attire. The two of them, with John's aid, had a chat with Sebastian's grandmother who had "passed," as John likes to put it. Sebastian's grandma was recounting for everyone how much she used to like going to Skid Row concerts, standing in the front row next to "smelly ratty guys who had 'Ozzy' tattooed across their foreheads."
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