Sorry for the lull. I’m at a professional conference. One of the speakers today was a TV producer whose network, Turner South (now SportSouth), aired a show about flea markets. (I googled and can’t figure out whether it’s still on.) The show was called Junkin’.
This was pretty much the most awesome thing I’ve ever heard, and so far today I’ve said “Junkin'” approximately six hundred times. Like I said, I have no idea whether the show is still on, but I assume it must be. How could it fail? According to one of the hosts, writing on IMDB:
> Junkin’ is a show where I (Val Myers) travel to the south to meet up with my friend Dave Bird. We drive around in his El Camino (The General Flea) and go to flea markets and Yard Sales in the south. We buy “junk” hence the name, then we put the junk on ebay and see what happens. The people we meet are super interesting and the junk is endless in it’s variety. Funny things happen, we meet funny people and we laugh at junk.
“We laugh at junk” pretty much sums up my philosophy of life. In fact, _Junkin’_ is going to be so popular, soon all TV shows will end in _in’_.
In addition to professional _boxin’_, there will be a kickboxing show called _Kickin’_. A home repair show called _Fixin’_. The Nashville Network will carry _Pickin’_.
I will host a Food Network show about America’s favorite protein. It will be called _Chicken’_.
The future: it’ll be rockin’!
Kim, this one’s for you.
Obviously, you need to change the blog name to “Rootin’ ‘n’ Grubbin’ “
Well, I after reading this, I am now filming my new show. It’s call Laughin’. And please, don’t forget our idea show for a medical show aimed at gastro-intestinal professionals: Crappin’.
Anita, consider it done.
Kim, I’m pretty sure that in the meeting with the network execs, that one got changed to Keepin’ It Movin’. The network execs at the Gastrointestinal Network, I mean. Great channel.
it’s nice that the interwebs have made it easier for dorks like me to be entertained by other dorks like me.
now if you’ll excuse me, i have to head off to my job, cheesin’.
(mongerin’ just sounds dumb.)