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Alas, this was the week we finally bid adieu to the series " I Can't Believe I'm Still Single " which enjoyed a mystifying and, for the most part, entertainment-free third season on the Showtime. And, in case you are new to this wee blog, I have been posting what you could call an "un-review " of Schaeffer's, long, brain-numbing, patience-challenging work all along. So, now it's done.  Finished.  Finito.  And my final take is this: OMG!  Eric Schaeffer is STILL Single?!   No ! You mean, after three entire seasons of  I Can't Believe (Eric Schaeffer) is Still Single , he is still out of luck? How the hell did that happen?! In all this time , Eric did not find at least one , single person on the entire planet to fall in love with?! Give me a break. Schaeffer even wrote an entire book about his quest! He infamously trolled the internet for love, hungrily devouring every single personal ad on Nerve.com like a starving ma

During the last episode of "I Can't Believe I'm Still Single" Mark Ebner interviews Donny Ward and pointedly reminds (no, actually, he baits) Ward that Ward did once date a "teen superstar" when Ward was in his thirties. What astonished me was that Ward not only confirmed this fact, but did so by repeating the phrase, "But, she was a legal teen."    And then Ward went on to sort-of brag that he debated this moral issue surrounding dating a younger woman amongst all his other guy friends, who all confirmed that if they'd been in his shoes, they'd have dated her, too.   He even seemed to crow about how similar his situation was to that of the relationship between the Woody Allen and Mariel Hemingway characters in the Allen's film, Manhattan . (Okay.  Got that, Donny & Mark.  Whoever she was, she was smoking hot and very, very young.  So, who was she? ) It wasn't too hard to figure out from looking at Ward's bio  l

This week's episode of Still Single, Season 3, Ep. 8, was delayed by, let's just call it an act of Christmas charity. I will tell you this:  During this episode we spent almost the entire time with the Hardy Boys while they attempted to solve The Mystery of The Mad Crapper and Who Soiled the Spunk King's Bathtub? During this episode, which aired during Christmas week,  I gave up focusing on why Eric Schaeffer's potty might back up to his tub.  Or why on earth anyone would intentionally do this at all.  It really made Eric seem most mad to waste film footage on it. Frankly, this episode reminded me of what raising boys must be like.  I have girls.  The issues, while just as ludicrous, are, in fact, vastly different.  This week I was reminded that boys really like talking about bodily functions and sex. In the end sitting down to try to articulate, for this wee blog, just what the hell they were all doing in this week's show seemed like a perverse waste of m

Sooooo, here we are:  S3, E7 (Which means, Season three, episode 7) BTW:  This is me.  Last summer.  On my third, and final, attempt to get through this book. Back to the show: This week, during the longer than usual winter casting session for Ward/Schaeffer's sequal we learn a few things that kind of jumped out at me, for reasons only The Shadow could possibly shed light on: First we learn that Eric's agent "threw out" Tony Roberts for the so-called "F. Murray Abraham"character, whatever that means. Then we learn that Donal Ward's mom went on a date with Tony Roberts "about 40 years ago."  I wonder why Eric can even afford a seasoned, Tony award-winning actor for this obviously low budget B-Film.  The bad thing about union actors is that they expect fair pay. Anyhow, this led Eric to share that his mom once went out with Henry Gibson. And then, something personal happened when I heard this:  I had this big old flashback to BUHS

Hollywood Casting Couch Schaeffer's Casting Couch I happen to love the opening credits to this show. To be honest, they really do crack me up.  The Tigger-like optimism. His voice over is kind of like a hack comedian skipping up to the front the stage and handing everyone in the front row their very own cream pie; Then bouncing back to center stage oblivious to any impending onslaught. Every week, the same thing. And every week, in these opening credits, he always sounds so promising. "I'm Eric Schaeffer , just your average, single, semi-famous filmmaker-actor, who wants to settle down.   "This season I'm staying in New York City and looking for my girl here. "I mean, if the love of my life isn't in my hometown, I don't know where's she gonna be? "I also need to make my new movie, 'They're Out of the Business' with my best friend, Donny.  It's the sequel to first film,'My Life's In Turnaround.'

Will the real Eric Schaeffer please stand up? I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M STILL BENNY HILL No doubt, this season seems quite different from the first, or second, because this show  really stinks. It's gone from looking like it was about looking for true love, to, at best, resembling a very bad Benny Hill skit.  Again, and again and again... The amount of real effort put into to this season seems to have dwindled, and it shows.   There's no real "dating" going on at all that we can see.  This makes the premise of the title of the series just seem obsolete. I don't get what is going on here at all anymore. Even in the first ten minutes of the show the amount  of pure drivel is astonishing.  Why should we care about some of the random, stupid things Eric and Donny are talking about here?  Childhood photos chit chat?  Is it cool to say that an aunt looks hot in a photo?  Wearing white makes you appear chubby.  On and on... The first funny laugh is when Mar