is it a gay show?
Well, gee, I don't know, how do you define 'gay'?
Honestly. The nephew said this to me last night. I'd been conversing off and on with poppycat, downloaded a free IRC client specifically to do so, and I wanted to see The Closer--I've been on this big TV-avoidance kick, especially over here, but I thought, hey, yeah, Kyra Sedgwick would be good now. Plus it was a new episode.
The nephew comes in about five, ten minutes into the show, right when Marina Sirtis showed up. I was boggling enough at the concept of Deanna Troi in hijab, but then the nephew comes in.
"Hamburgers, man. My favorite thing. Like, ever." He's staring at me, not the TV. I try to ignore him.
"Yo, got my steel bong and my Glock 9, uh uh uh," he pseudo-raps, jigging in place. Still not looking at the TV. I'm really trying to tune him out now.
"I like chocolate milk," he says, weirdly emphatically, and I finally turn towards him. I take a deep, hopefully calming breath.
"[D]," I say carefully, "this is a new show I really like. Could you please not talk loudly over it?"
He looks at me. "Is it a gay show?"
FOR THE LOVE OF--!!
"No," I say, in that careful and now strained tone. I'm giving up on this five minutes of dialogue now. "It is not a 'gay show'."
"Well, okay then," he says gravely, and sits down. "I will allow your request...and stop talking."
Oh, gee, thank you, nephew of the damned. I am so relieved.
And then I started to get mad. If it had been a gay show--not that I watch any, I don't GET Logo at home, and both Will & Grace and The L Word piss me off to no end--he would have talked over it? Standing facing away from the TV, just blathering at me so I couldn't watch the show?? Just because it had gay characters???
I'm starting to seriously dislike this boy.
People scare me. This came to me via thatdamnelf.
What the...? Don't just stop at the top, either. Keep scrolling down. No, I know that's weird too, but keep scrolling down. Trust me. Keep going...yeah, past that...and that...and there--the peppermint candy.
Yeah. Total huh feeling.
Also: ew? Also also: more ew.
On the plus side--this site believes in EDIBLE candy.
And has anyone heard anything more from these guys since 1997? Or is that where Olestra comes from?
And happysmurfday discovered that all was not well in the City of Roses--he found he was seriously uncrazy about Intel's management style. Can't say I blame him.
Mike the Headless Chicken has a website.
Death gifts! Yay! I particularly favor--and am going to try to acquire--the garnet coffin necklace. And they have trocar earrings! WHEE!
And mimisoliel--newly friended, yay, now I have a better excuse to keep up with her--has been giving out WTF awards for a while. This was the one that caught my eye.
And this. Is. FABULOUS. Go read. It's beautiful. (Tipped by mimisoliel.)
Okay. Going to check email now, maybe play some games, absolutely read more slash...and IGNORE THE DEMON-NEPHEW. Gah.
Honestly. The nephew said this to me last night. I'd been conversing off and on with poppycat, downloaded a free IRC client specifically to do so, and I wanted to see The Closer--I've been on this big TV-avoidance kick, especially over here, but I thought, hey, yeah, Kyra Sedgwick would be good now. Plus it was a new episode.
The nephew comes in about five, ten minutes into the show, right when Marina Sirtis showed up. I was boggling enough at the concept of Deanna Troi in hijab, but then the nephew comes in.
"Hamburgers, man. My favorite thing. Like, ever." He's staring at me, not the TV. I try to ignore him.
"Yo, got my steel bong and my Glock 9, uh uh uh," he pseudo-raps, jigging in place. Still not looking at the TV. I'm really trying to tune him out now.
"I like chocolate milk," he says, weirdly emphatically, and I finally turn towards him. I take a deep, hopefully calming breath.
"[D]," I say carefully, "this is a new show I really like. Could you please not talk loudly over it?"
He looks at me. "Is it a gay show?"
FOR THE LOVE OF--!!
"No," I say, in that careful and now strained tone. I'm giving up on this five minutes of dialogue now. "It is not a 'gay show'."
"Well, okay then," he says gravely, and sits down. "I will allow your request...and stop talking."
Oh, gee, thank you, nephew of the damned. I am so relieved.
And then I started to get mad. If it had been a gay show--not that I watch any, I don't GET Logo at home, and both Will & Grace and The L Word piss me off to no end--he would have talked over it? Standing facing away from the TV, just blathering at me so I couldn't watch the show?? Just because it had gay characters???
I'm starting to seriously dislike this boy.
People scare me. This came to me via thatdamnelf.
What the...? Don't just stop at the top, either. Keep scrolling down. No, I know that's weird too, but keep scrolling down. Trust me. Keep going...yeah, past that...and that...and there--the peppermint candy.
Yeah. Total huh feeling.
Also: ew? Also also: more ew.
On the plus side--this site believes in EDIBLE candy.
And has anyone heard anything more from these guys since 1997? Or is that where Olestra comes from?
And happysmurfday discovered that all was not well in the City of Roses--he found he was seriously uncrazy about Intel's management style. Can't say I blame him.
Mike the Headless Chicken has a website.
Death gifts! Yay! I particularly favor--and am going to try to acquire--the garnet coffin necklace. And they have trocar earrings! WHEE!
And mimisoliel--newly friended, yay, now I have a better excuse to keep up with her--has been giving out WTF awards for a while. This was the one that caught my eye.
And this. Is. FABULOUS. Go read. It's beautiful. (Tipped by mimisoliel.)
Okay. Going to check email now, maybe play some games, absolutely read more slash...and IGNORE THE DEMON-NEPHEW. Gah.