louise on the left (coast)

So. We finally made it. We all finally saw Eric Schaeffer finally get to Mecca -- Maine to meet the one of two women he obsessed about ad nauseum for weeks, now. (One of whom was Liza O'Brien, now married to Conan O'Brien, and the other was this mystery woman he once met and thought now might be perfect for him. Gee, that sounds like another old guy's delusional hopes riding on a younger woman...Who is that? Oh, yeah, McCain. In any event. Eric's show is officially over and done with. It ended unceremoniously, but I feel obligated to write about the last show. Some sort of conclusion to my reaction to his Showtime series. And I'm going to make this my last post about this guy, who, surprisingly, has quite a following, let me tell you. Anyhow. What did I think of his show? Here's my Un-Review. First of all: This guy can make money. Seriously. He knows how to sell ice to Eskimos, is my first reaction, because he always gets funding. And he always delive

Okay, so some of you, know I seem to have been keeping a running commentary about certain television shows: Such as " I Can't Believe I'm Still Single ," Eric Schaeffer 's latest creative venture which is, apparently, a documentary about the author's cross-country book signing of his memoir" I Can't Believe I'm Still Single ." Below is a link to his Showtime promo, which, as usual, has more action in it than the rest of his series put together. Look, I've been tough on him in the past, so I'm going to really try to be fair now. But, the show is boring . Sorry, but it's true. It's emotional landscape is like stumbling through Ikea. I keep waiting for it not to be quite so dull, I keep waiting to be surpised, but nada. Seriously, even all the potty talk (literally) in world can't seem to save this show from a slippery-slope of it's beige, touchy-feely, mono-blather. I even felt guilty about dissing him on the IMDB

A steel rod where?! No, he didn't say that, did he? Oh no. No, no, no... Why would anyone ever tell another living soul the things he says he does? It's like saying "Guess what! I like to go to the Zoo because it excites me to watch all those red-assed baboons!" Yuck , and who cares?! Jesus. Why admit that?! God. Seiously. See a shrink or a witch doctor, or whatever is required for something like that. Take it out. Seriously. I'm not so sure he really does all those things, after all. I mean, if he is as "out there" as he says he is and really does have that camera on all the time: Then, why not just film your freakiness and sell it as porn? It'd be more lucrative. However, since Eric Schaeffer is still airing his dirty laundry under the guise of art: Heres' my Cringe Moment #304: His "producer" is suddenly attractive to him? Oh, puhleez. The chrome on his exhaust pipe is attractive to Eric Schaeffer, let alone anyone