Remember in Singles, when Debbie Hunt does that video dating thing and ends up having to duke it out with her roommate for the Lance Armstrong biker dude? I wonder why that never caught on, but a few carefully retouched photos and some witty, oft pompous asides on a lame internet dating site have attracted millions. Think about it: on camera, talking, laughing, waving their arms, picking wax out of their ears, can show you a hell of a lot more about a person than knowing their favorite movie or Pokemon character. And God knows, with the latest glut of reality drivel, everyone wants to be on TV. Maybe there should be a cable channel dedicated to dating; it could be called "Channel Surf for Love" or something retarded like that. Or you could have a Blockbuster that only carries DVDs of people's single ads: you stroll in, pick up a couple of attractive DVD covers, read the back, and take one home. If you don't like 'em, return it and try someone else.
Ken, should I be patenting/copyrighting/suing for rights for this brilliant concept?
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