OurPrisoner.com: The First 24-Hour Interactive Reality Show
From Fox News:
So what do you do if you’re a 35-year-old kazoo-playing dude from New Jersey who’s afraid of soup and redheads, just moved out of your mom’s place and you haven’t had sex in two years?
Assuming, of course, that you’re fool enough to admit those things to anyone but your imaginary friend, you could opt to share every sordid detail of your neurotic existence on a 24-hour Web show.
Kieran Vogel thought it was a good idea, anyway.
Starting Wednesday, Vogel will lock himself in a house in Monmouth County fitted with 32 cameras where experts will attempt to make him over and Web viewers will make all of his decisions for him, the New York Post reports.
OurPrisoner.com, billed as the first 24-hour interactive reality show, allows interested parties to choose what Vogel wears, whom he dates and what he does — all day long — as long as it occurs within the confines of his virtual prison.
It might sound dull, if it weren’t for the fact that Vogel happens to be … um … a bit eccentric. The freelance graphic designer who says soup is “a morass of sickening food residue” also fears public restrooms…
During his confinement, he’ll have regular sessions with a therapist, a personal trainer, a cooking teacher and a dance instructor, among other coaches. He’ll be set up on blind dates every week — all of which have to take place in the house — and viewers will get to vote on whom he goes out with again and who gets the boot.
If he can stand the pressure for the entirety of his six-month stay, he’ll get a new car and a $60,000-a-year job at BigString.com.
What a shame.
He won’t be free to compete in the Geddy Lee look-a-like contest.
Todays Tom Sawyer,
He gets high on you,
And the space he invades
He gets by on you.
No, his mind is not for rent
To any God or government.
Always hopeful, yet discontent,
He knows changes aren’t permanent,
But change is.
I hope they have a ‘Get a job’ button.
Some will sell their dreams for small desires
Or lose the race to rats
Get caught in ticking traps
And start to dream of somewhere
To relax their restless flight
Somewhere out of a memory of lighted streets on quiet nights…
– Rush, “Subdivisions”
An ode to PR:
Weve taken care of everything
The words you hear, the songs you sing
The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes
It’s one for all, all for one
We work together, common sons
Never need to wonder how or why
We are the priests
Of the temples of syrinx
Our great computers
Fill the hollowed halls
We are the priests
Of the temples of syrinx
All the gifts of life
Are held within our walls
– Rush, “Temples of Syrinx”
You can surrender without a prayer,
But never really pray, pray without surrender.
You can fight, fight without ever winning,
But never ever win… win without a fight.
I’ve seen ‘em seven times, and it’s never enough.
I think we’ve found our permanent common ground.
I’m all about bringing people together, dude.