Saturday Afternoon
I gave up on war coverage for the afternoon. I flipped through the channels and it looks like nearly every movie channel has a Paulie Shore "masterpiece" on. Sometimes I wonder WHY I pay $40 extra a month for all these movie channels when lately all it is Harry Potter and Paulie Shore. I wonder, could a Harry Potter parody be the thing that brings Paulie Shore back to mainstream TV? Oh god.
I will say that if she's anything like her character, that once she turns 18, I'm scheduling a major crush on the girl who plays the girl sidekick. If I was 10, I'd probably put down my GI JOES to watch. Probably not for long, but still. I have to start picking people now who will be 18 for my midlife crisis. Isn't that sad? Hell no, it isn't. I want to be one of those guys who hit the lotto and have millions and have gold chains and 18 year olds on their arms. Sorta like the old wizard who gave Morgan her powers ... hmm ... wonder if there's actually magic words. Wouldn't that be great? If you just started making up magic words and lighting would hit you and you'd become other forms ...
I'm saying a lot of strange words today, just in case, but mainly they're new forms of swears. "Holymotheroffish, that freakapoloy hurt!" when I go to sit down. "My christianpogostick, frig frag flip" when I try to stand up ... ah life ...
So I've turned the TV onto the World Poker Championships on the Travel Channel. All the commercials have beautiful people on them. You know "characters" for you to come watch. Sadly, none of them are in this tournament. Well at least done of them that I want to see. Like the red headed girl in the low cut outfit. Where is she? Or the guy who looks like a long haired cowboy in the leather duster? Where did he go? And why aren't any of them wearing the cool black clothes while playing? The guy who lost was just in a purple ensemble that would be indicative of one of the Joker's henchmen on the old Batman show, not one of the ultra cool poker sharks that were in the commercials.
This was like the time I found out that Wayne Newton was Wayne Newton. Growing up I had heard stories of this guy. You know, women would throw their underwear at him on stage and how his machismo made him a super hero. Then I saw him. Then I saw the women who throw their underwear. You know, it's like finding out that Superman was really Jimmy Olsen the whole time and Lois was a guy. Ugg. Wayne Newton ... with 50 year old housewives throwing their undies on stage ... my god, WHY DOES IT HAPPEN TO ALL OF MY HEROES?
You know, one of these days it's going to come out that Patrick Norton isn't getting laid by half a dozen college cheerleaders every night.
Please god, don't spoil that one.
k9
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I will say that if she's anything like her character, that once she turns 18, I'm scheduling a major crush on the girl who plays the girl sidekick. If I was 10, I'd probably put down my GI JOES to watch. Probably not for long, but still. I have to start picking people now who will be 18 for my midlife crisis. Isn't that sad? Hell no, it isn't. I want to be one of those guys who hit the lotto and have millions and have gold chains and 18 year olds on their arms. Sorta like the old wizard who gave Morgan her powers ... hmm ... wonder if there's actually magic words. Wouldn't that be great? If you just started making up magic words and lighting would hit you and you'd become other forms ...
I'm saying a lot of strange words today, just in case, but mainly they're new forms of swears. "Holymotheroffish, that freakapoloy hurt!" when I go to sit down. "My christianpogostick, frig frag flip" when I try to stand up ... ah life ...
So I've turned the TV onto the World Poker Championships on the Travel Channel. All the commercials have beautiful people on them. You know "characters" for you to come watch. Sadly, none of them are in this tournament. Well at least done of them that I want to see. Like the red headed girl in the low cut outfit. Where is she? Or the guy who looks like a long haired cowboy in the leather duster? Where did he go? And why aren't any of them wearing the cool black clothes while playing? The guy who lost was just in a purple ensemble that would be indicative of one of the Joker's henchmen on the old Batman show, not one of the ultra cool poker sharks that were in the commercials.
This was like the time I found out that Wayne Newton was Wayne Newton. Growing up I had heard stories of this guy. You know, women would throw their underwear at him on stage and how his machismo made him a super hero. Then I saw him. Then I saw the women who throw their underwear. You know, it's like finding out that Superman was really Jimmy Olsen the whole time and Lois was a guy. Ugg. Wayne Newton ... with 50 year old housewives throwing their undies on stage ... my god, WHY DOES IT HAPPEN TO ALL OF MY HEROES?
You know, one of these days it's going to come out that Patrick Norton isn't getting laid by half a dozen college cheerleaders every night.
Please god, don't spoil that one.
k9
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