Was searching for some info on HGTV’s show: Man Land that we were filmed for a year ago, and came across the following video…
so an intro exists… a good sign that the show will be aired.
To give credit where credit is due, that intro was made by Craig Stouffer (a.k.a. Mr. BANDITO) from lostproject.net .
He has done some amazing work and I’m sure you’d recognize some of it if you watch his showreel 2007
This is painful…
“what you’ve just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever heard. At no point in your rambling, incoherent response were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought. Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it. I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul.”
Man Land alumni unite!
I have been contacted by some other people that have also been filmed for the HGTV show "Man Land" so I decided to put together a directory of sorts of all the Man Rooms that were filmed.
:: posted in order of original filming date ::
The Man Cave (It’s not just a garage) Where Women are not only welcome, they are strongly encouraged (they just don’t have decorating authority)
The Man Room A sanctuary from the excessive levels of estrogen in the rest of the house. Xbox arena, home theater, climbing wall, home office, etc.
K2 Lounge 
The Blue PigThe Blue Pig includes a stage for his band "the Other White Meat", bar, pool table, tiki bar. Now THAT is an impressive guitar collection.
Well, I finally did it. I finally realized my life long dream of being on a segment of a reality design show on HGTV.
Alright, I admit it, my real life long dream was to own an ice machine, but now I can say that I have been on TV. Well, not actually been on TV yet, but filmed for a show that will be on TV.
Let’s start from the beginning. There is going to be a new show premiering next fall on HGTV called Man Land. A researcher from the show saw photos on this site and contacted me. Long story short, they decided to come out and shoot my basement for a segment on the show.
They showed up and we did the shoot. It was quite an experience. A little glimpse into the magic of Hollywood. From what I can tell this magic is mostly created by doing things repeatedly, but from different camera angles.
They filmed for about 10 hours or so, and they said that all gets edited down to 7 minutes of TV time. So we’ll see how many of my witty comments get left in and don’t end up on the cutting room floor. They did a shot of my dogs, a stafford and a bulldog, playing poker with the host, so now there is a pool going as to who gets more airtime, me or my dogs.
We didn’t get paid or get any prizes for doing the show. The thrill of being on television and bringing entertainment and joy to millions of home viewers was payment enough for me. They did get me to promise on camera that I will next start to remodel the bathroom, so in a sense, my wife won a prize.
I did get a framed picture of the Man Land logo that I got to hang on my wall. The only way to get one of these things is to be on the show and be inducted into the “Man Land Nation”. That, or wait a few months when they start showing up on eBay. I think I’ll hold on to mine.
I’m probably the last person to notice this, mostly because I get dropped on my head a lot, but the other night I was watching CSI. You know, “Crime Scene Investigators,” the cornerstone of CBS’s Thursday-night lineup. The one where over-worked lab techs are ex-strippers and look like they just walked off the catwalk or, in some cases, a porn shoot.
Yeah, that’s the one. So I was watching it, CSI, that is, not porn. Somewhere in the middle of the show, there’s always the 2 minute segment where they show the spikey-haired lab technician analyzing a critical shred of evidence. There’s a lot of tension! “Oh my gawd,” the viewer says, “I hope he’s not using anhydrous ammonium chromate, that would make his results unusable!” The drama is only increased by a bumpin’ techno beat. That’s right, kiddies, the nerd who’s shorts you used to light on fire is, as Phil Hartman would say, SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSASSY!!!
Who knew that a centrifuge was hotter than the disco ball? Clearly not I! Separating semen from a pile of dog excrement? The chicks dig it. And the insects! Don’t get me started on the classic erotic symbolism inherent in the monologues about maggot gestation periods…I’ll need a cold shower. How did the traces of magnesium end up on the aardvark lodged in the victim’s nasal cavity? Please tell me now! I can’t wait until after another Cialis ad, maybe a Yoplait ad, but not Cialis!
And the equipment they use! Enough to make a hard-core gamer backwash into his Mountain Dew. There is clearly no shortage of tax dollars in the Las Vegas Police Department. Hell, in Miami, David Caruso sits stands on a catwalk above is subservient medical examiner and watches the autopsy on wall-length high-definition monitors. That is to say when he’s not peering down her remarkable cleavage from up there. Hey, why scrub in and stand in the same room when the taxpayers of Florida can subsidize this crazy “Dr. No” set up.
So to all you single people out there, don’t troll MySpace or Match.com. Just stroll down to your local morgue and find a hot medical examiner or lab tech. You may be in for a surprize. Furthermore, you may prefer to take one of the corpses home instead.