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Thursday, December 27, 2001

JUDGE JUDY DENCH

two years ago i had to canceled my cable t.v. service. if i hadn't, i would have needed a twelve step program just to pry the remote out of my hand. the problem was that i couldn't turn the t.v. off once i started watching it. no matter how awful the programing was, i just couldn't turn the damn thing off. the same is true today when i'm staying in a hotel equipped with a gorgeous, 31 inch, color boob tube with an accompanying remote control. there i am, in some exotic locale with palm trees and sandy beaches, spellbound in my luxury suite, flipping channels. when i was a kid, my mother would bust open the door to my bedroom and scream "ru, turn that goddamn t.v. off !!! you got school in the mornin, nigga !!!". much later, mama would come to realize that "the johnny carson show" was my school. living without cable is fine. i've got dvds, video tapes and my computer to keep me busy. but, there is one t.v. show that i cannot live without, ( i even bought some "rabbit ears" so that i can catch it everyday at 4:oo p.m here in los angeles. ) that show is "judge judy". i love it soooo much!! she's smart, she's funny and she can bust your balls faster than you can say "johnnie cochran"! once, on a plane that was boarding at kennedy airport and bound for hollywood, judge judith sheinlin sat right next to me. i could have shit my pants right then and there, but i played it cool and didn't say a word. as they closed the door to the aircraft, judge judy tapped me and said "sir, i'm gonna take that empty window seat across the aisle and i want you to know that it's not a reflection on you". well, i just thought that was a very kind thing to do, even though i was disappointed that we didn't sit together. there is another element to my fascination "her honor". because of the fuzzy reception i get with my "rabbit ears", she bares a striking resemblance to my mother. her demeanor, her 'no bullshit' stance, her hair, cheekbones and even her skinny neck looks like my mother (check out the pic of my mom in my bio). in essence, i get to visit with my dearly departed, grumpy mother, everyday at 4p.m. it makes missing mama not as painful.

coming soon : why the "golden girls" is the greatest sit-com ever.

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Posted by Ru on Thursday, December 27, 2001 at Thursday, December 27, 2001 | Permalink



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