Last night was the annual Bakersfield Christmas Parade, the biggest thing to hit town since the Super WalMart opened a few weeks back. We didn't go, we didn't have to - the whole extravaganza was broadcast Live! on my favorite spastic local station.
All two hours of it!
Geez, that's longer than the frickin' Rose Parade.
The parade itself was unremarkable small town stuff - high school marching bands, local officials, flatbed trucks done up as "floats".
But the TV coverage of it was surreal. Complete with anchors up in the "sky booth", and reporters down on the street, they clearly thought they were covering a much bigger parade than the one they were broadcasting. And I swear to God everyone was on speed. There was a wild-eyed frenzy to the reporting...
"IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS....IT IS... IT IS.... IT'S THE WATER COMMISSIONER!....."
I had to change the channel after about 20 minutes because my facial muscles were starting to spasm from all the cringing.
