This is the cast of the new-ish National Geographic (“Nat-Gee-O!”) show Chasing UFOs. As you can see, they’re pretty much wearing your standard UFO-chasing gear: vests, leg straps connected to holsters holding unknown objects (…guns?), glasses of some kind, cargo pants. Cargo pants are key for the, ah, putting UFO debris in.
Lighten up, guys! We’re talking about spaceships here! THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN.
Really, what I think this particular type of TV show (your Ghost Hunters, your Finding Bigfoot) is missing is a fun-loving sidekick who really loves the paranormal creature at hand BUT is also dropping equipment just constantly. Comic relief, you know? How many episodes of night-visioned searches of broken-down old buildings and wooded areas are we meant to sit through without getting to see someone trip? It’s unrealistic, and frankly it’s un-fun. There needs to be someone on Chasing UFOs who takes breaks from watching the sky (which…presumably is what they do on that show) to eat one of the many snacks from the supply she’s keeping in her cargo pants, and then a squirrel jumps on her and takes that snack away. There needs to be someone who is constantly fear-swearing, because actually seeing a UFO would be fucking terrifying. This is entertainment!
Anyway, what I’m getting at is that I really really really want to be that person. I promise I’d be good at it. I have the perfect sunglasses, and I can probably find everything else I need except maybe the leg straps, and I have never entered a room without running into at LEAST one of the objects inside.
I’ve never been more serious about anything in my ENTIRE GODDAMN LIFE.
National Geographic: your move.