I mean, seriously. He came off like a creepy zombie on TV last night. Somebody close to him needs to have an honest conversation with him and let him know it's really creepy and also kinda sad.
I appreciate that it's difficult to do TV after having a massive stroke, but that's why people who have difficultly speaking don't normally do TV. It's very unsettling and uncomfortable to watch him slur through the countdown, and if you're recall, last year he counted wrong.
It's one of those situations where I feel embarassed for him and get really uncomfortable to the point of not being able to watch it anymore. It seems as though the other hosts/announcers felt similarly but are paid well enough to attempt disguising their discomfort. I kind of feel like a dick for thinking this way, but after viewing the whole countdown last year (12, 45, 10, 9, apple, squirrel...uhhh 3...happy 9/11!) I feel that it's time for the ol' Dickster to RETIRE.
Has anybody else had the thought that 50 years from now, Ryan Seacrest is going to be in the same position? Maybe not a stroke specifically, but he'll be old as shiz, and I don't imagine him getting replaced any time soon. When was the last time anyone saw Dick Clark outside of New Year's Eve? 1983? I wouldn't know, I wasn't even born yet.
As for Dick, er Mr. Clark, I didn't watch the countdown. I was too busy being pathetic in a dark room by myself.
BOOM-SHAKALAKALAKA-BOOM-SHAKALAKUNGA
Behndy wrote:i don't like people with "talent" and "skills" that don't feel the need to cover their inadequacies under good time happy sounds.
Been sick so I slept for some 16 hours yesterday but specifically woke up to get frightened by Dick Clark as per my annual tradition. It's creepy and I find entertainment in that.
mr. sound boy king wrote:
Organic apples are not normal, they are special, like analog, whereas normal apples, like digital, taste sterile and lack warmth.
futuresailors wrote:I wonder if he has some contract with the mob, so he has to do the countdown every year or they eat his family or something...
Actually, he owns all the rights to the "franchise", so if ABC wants to have "Dick Clark's Rockin New Year's Eve", then Dick is the one calling the shots on who goes on and who doesn't. So if he wants to trot his old, zombie-like ass on there and slur through the countdown, nobody can really stop him.
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futuresailors wrote:I wonder if he has some contract with the mob, so he has to do the countdown every year or they eat his family or something...
Actually, he owns all the rights to the "franchise", so if ABC wants to have "Dick Clark's Rockin New Year's Eve", then Dick is the one calling the shots on who goes on and who doesn't. So if he wants to trot his old, zombie-like ass on there and slur through the countdown, nobody can really stop him.
That. Is. Awesome. Zombie new years eve.
Tom Dalton wrote:You're a dumbass for making this thread to begin with.
magiclawnchair wrote:fuck that bitter old man
smile_man wrote:
ifeellikeatourist wrote:
Pedals aren't everything, yada, yada, yeah I know.
fuck you.
McSpunckle wrote:I ctrl+f'd mountain goats and decided we aren't friends anymore.
i like the creepy unsettling-ness maybe one year someone'll organize a new year's zombie walk and it'll have it's proper context
mathias wrote:I heard that Tom Dalton read a book on how to grow online communities around your business. But he thought it was too much work so he just created a forum full of alts. You and I are the only real people.
culturejam wrote:I hope they set him up with a Lenin-like see-through casket. Then they can wheel his old bag o' bones out for the countdown every year.
You should send him a telegraph with that idea. I bet he'd go for it.
Tom Dalton wrote:You're a dumbass for making this thread to begin with.
magiclawnchair wrote:fuck that bitter old man
smile_man wrote:
ifeellikeatourist wrote:
Pedals aren't everything, yada, yada, yeah I know.
fuck you.
McSpunckle wrote:I ctrl+f'd mountain goats and decided we aren't friends anymore.
