I must admit, I haven’t been paying all that much attention to the upcoming presidential vote. The main reason being, I stopped watching The Daily Show in college. And yes, at 10 a.m. Monday through Friday, I was lucky enough to be home watching Jon Stewart, and not in class. Hint: become an arts major, not a physics major.

But, thanks to RadarOnline, I now have a better idea of who our potential presidential front-runners are, and where they are in the race.

The key to my understanding? The perfect combination of Myspace and Saved By The Bell.

The presidential candidates have been using Myspace as a means to put their names and messages out there to the Wired Ones of America – the ones who are up on their technology, in with the trends, the bloggers, the “cool kids,” – you know…us. And what’s better proof of just how well they and their campaigners are doing? Their number of Myspace friends.

According to the site’s very helpful Saved By the Bell chart, it seems as though Barack Obama is the Zack Morris of ’08 candidates. I wonder if Barack can pull off sporting such “natural” blonde locks and a nifty cell phone quite like the Zack Meister? Whatever he’s doing, he’s doing it right – he has over 100,000 Myspace friends. Almost as many as I have. Read More »

Whether you thought it was stupid or rushed home to watch it every day, Saved By The Bell is one of those shows no one can really hate. For some of us, it was televised preparation for things to come, for others, it was the pretty twin of the not-so-awesome high school experiences we were going through. The fashions, the catch phrases, the pinnacle “I’m so excited/I’m so scared” episode that even has its own remembrance T-shirt…Saved By the Bell will never really die.

But you know who I kinda wish would? Dustin Diamond. Yup. Mr. Screech himself. Mr. I – Blew – All – My – Money – And – Can’t – Pay – For – My – House. Mr. I – Made – A – Sex – Tape – Nobody – Watched. And now, Mr. Celebrity-Fit-Club-Moron.

I don’t usually watch Celebrity Fit Club, something about C List actors sweating and jiggling in front of a camera makes me sad, but today at the gym (how ironic!) I wasn’t in control of the television, and therefore found myself watching the show for 45 excruciating minutes.

This season’s Fit Club is nothing different than the previous two; personalities you forgot about trying to lose their love handles and badonkadonks in front of a national audience. It’s kind of like Survivor for fat, annoying people. But the most of annoying of the bunch is most definitely Dustin “Dick” Diamond.

What do you think about Screech?

Mr. Diamond is a perfect example of why C and D-list actors are where they are; they’re not good at what they do. Read More »