Country Fried Fotos

A.K.A. What passes for fun around these parts these days

One of the stranger things we have taken to doing since we moved here is watching CMT, which stands for "Country Music Television". That's misleading though, since CMT has about as much music as does MTV these days, which I understand to be the home of more "reality TV" than there are big-screen TVs in a Howard's showroom on Labor Day Weekend. One of the other eye-opening programs is "Trick my Truck," in which about a half-dozen guys you wouldn't want to meet in a well-lit alley with armed bodyguards turn somebody's work truck (usually a big rig) into something else -- generally involving lots of airbrushing, chrome and blinking lights. We have also watched Country Fried Videos, which is a cross between some of the extreme video stunts you can find on YouTube performed by people who might do quite well competing for a spot on the Darwin Awards and, well, the South.

One of our favorite shows would have to be "Mobile Home Disaster," in which a lovably annoying CMT personality and his team rehab a trailer home in something like 24 hours while the family that usually lives there is on a show-sponsored vacation or other activity--such as a blind date, in the case of a single dad. Let us not neglect to mention "Farmer Wants a Wife," in which a dozen or so vapid young women vie for the affections of a hunky young farmer by riding tractors in heels and going on coveted lake-swimming dates (one-on-one or in groups) with Mr. Right. I can only claim to have watched that show once. Between the free-flowing estrogen and the lunacy of the concept, that was all I could stomach. (Okay, so that was actually local TV, but I still contend that watching CMT is a bit like watching a multi-vehicle wreck in the middle of down-home America over a steaming bowl of opossum stew.)

Still, we find it strangely compelling. In fact, we have changed our lifestyles a bit to reflect the new possibilities we have discovered. For instance, we now scavenge for dinner in the street. This little guy wasn't very filling, I am afraid.

We also have exchanged our mattresses for natural, renewable bedding. Here is Monte in his new countrified bed of carrot greens. MooMoo is there to provide protection.

Finally, we have decided to adopt new looks. Please note the stains on the shirt.

Okay, so I am just kidding... about some of it.
Monte really does love to nap in carrot greens, and Dan really did get a new look... but that's not it.

Neither is this.

I'll post the real look after some pause for speculation and gossip.
Discuss.