Friday fantasy
Had a sore throat all day today. Then this afternoon, as sudden as if someone flipped a switch, I got slammed with congestion, sneezing, body aches. I went home a bit early and took some Benedryl. Then I camped out on the living room floor in front of the tv.
One of the channels airs old 1970s tv shows during the week. Monday is The Six Million Dollar Man. Tuesday is The Bionic Woman. Wednesday is The Dukes of Hazard. Thursday is Starsky and Hutch. Today (Friday) is Buck Rogers. I try to catch The Six Million Dollar Man, The Bionic Woman, and Buck Rogers.
You think, yeah, these shows are going to be cheesy and dated, but until you actually sit and watch them, you don't realize how deliciously bad it all really is. Buck Rogers and Steve Austin are such patronizing asses.
And there I was on the floor, curled up in my Capt Jack Sparrow blanket, watching Buck once again undermine Wilma, when the silly thought entered my head:
Starbuck. The new Starbuck. She'd lay waste to Buck and Steve. It would be glorious.
One of the channels airs old 1970s tv shows during the week. Monday is The Six Million Dollar Man. Tuesday is The Bionic Woman. Wednesday is The Dukes of Hazard. Thursday is Starsky and Hutch. Today (Friday) is Buck Rogers. I try to catch The Six Million Dollar Man, The Bionic Woman, and Buck Rogers.
You think, yeah, these shows are going to be cheesy and dated, but until you actually sit and watch them, you don't realize how deliciously bad it all really is. Buck Rogers and Steve Austin are such patronizing asses.
And there I was on the floor, curled up in my Capt Jack Sparrow blanket, watching Buck once again undermine Wilma, when the silly thought entered my head:
Starbuck. The new Starbuck. She'd lay waste to Buck and Steve. It would be glorious.