The Wu-tang Frontier
Last night Adrienne and I watched a re-run of the first episode of Frontier House. I am afraid I am totally addicted.
It is great to watch the Clune Family living some sort of reverse Beverly Hillbillies existence. They had just built a mansion in Malibu before signing up to live like they were on the frontier in 1880.
They act just like you would expect. The 15 year old daughter sneaks makeup with her, and whines, “It’s not fair!” if she is uncomfortable in any way. Her mom broke down in tears the first day because she didn’t like the way she looked in her frontier haircut.
Oh, and Karen Glenn is insane, this is great TV!
The last thing I heard before I drifted off to sleep last night was Adrienne whispering to me, “Do you think they got to name the animals? ‘Cause if they did, I would have named my cow Ghostface Killa”.
“Pa…Ghost Face killa’s in the corn again!!!”
Hey Josh,
Lisa and I watched that this summer! That Karen Glenn IS a psycho. I am wondering what they did with those houses because I am wasting a lot of money on my big time college education, and I figure that the Reads and Penrods would all be better off living on those homesteads in Montana. I mean, I can build a house, don’t you think. I can probably even rummage up a working still somewhere.
Good idea, lets do it!
I would rather build my own house than move into the Glenn’s, I am sure she booby-trapped it when she left.
It will be perfect–the Penrods, the Reads, a still, and our cow Ghostface Killa.
and don’t forget Ol’Dirty Bovine