It's All Torchwood's Fault! Or, Torchwood Is Making Me Sick :)
... or, New Mental Diseases of the 21st Century?
If you've been reading my comments, you know that I've been suffering from a common disease that I like to call TGM(Torchwood Gutter Mind). Now I've come down with a related disorder that I'll call TGS(Torchwood Giggle Syndrome).
I don't think you could consider the following a spoiler, but if you've seen the first episode of Torchwood Season Two, you'll actually understand it. Otherwise, you'll probably be confused -- and should really go find a way to see the episode. You'll thank me later.
The first symptom:
I was driving around town a couple days ago when a white SUV pulled into the lane in front of me. A lot of dog lovers live in this area, so one sees all kinds of related license plate holders, bumper stickers and so on.
Right above the license plate was a white sticker with large black lettering:
got poodles?
I laughed so hard I almost crashed into the back of the SUV. Fortunately I recovered control of my car, but as we sat at the stoplight, I noticed something swinging from the, er, poodle lover's rear view mirror.
It was a tiny plush stuffed poodle toy. This set me off again, although I managed to keep driving safely, thank goodness. ("But, Officer, there was this bumper sticker ... you've never heard of Torchwood? Oh.") I giggled all the way to my friend's deli. When she mentioned that she hadn't had a chance to watch the Torchwood Season One DVDs I lent her("Sorry ... can I keep them another week?"), I had yet another attack of the giggles, and had to explain. Unfortunately she hasn't seen "Kiss Kiss Bang Bang" yet. I had to fill her in first, which wasn't quite the same, but she laughed anyway.
I giggled periodically all the way home. I told the hubby and he rolled his eyes. I guess you just had to be there.
I just looked out the window and saw the neighbor's toy poodles. Yes, I'm having another giggle fit right now.
Yeah, maybe you just had to be there ...
If you've been reading my comments, you know that I've been suffering from a common disease that I like to call TGM(Torchwood Gutter Mind). Now I've come down with a related disorder that I'll call TGS(Torchwood Giggle Syndrome).
I don't think you could consider the following a spoiler, but if you've seen the first episode of Torchwood Season Two, you'll actually understand it. Otherwise, you'll probably be confused -- and should really go find a way to see the episode. You'll thank me later.
The first symptom:
I was driving around town a couple days ago when a white SUV pulled into the lane in front of me. A lot of dog lovers live in this area, so one sees all kinds of related license plate holders, bumper stickers and so on.
Right above the license plate was a white sticker with large black lettering:
got poodles?
I laughed so hard I almost crashed into the back of the SUV. Fortunately I recovered control of my car, but as we sat at the stoplight, I noticed something swinging from the, er, poodle lover's rear view mirror.
It was a tiny plush stuffed poodle toy. This set me off again, although I managed to keep driving safely, thank goodness. ("But, Officer, there was this bumper sticker ... you've never heard of Torchwood? Oh.") I giggled all the way to my friend's deli. When she mentioned that she hadn't had a chance to watch the Torchwood Season One DVDs I lent her("Sorry ... can I keep them another week?"), I had yet another attack of the giggles, and had to explain. Unfortunately she hasn't seen "Kiss Kiss Bang Bang" yet. I had to fill her in first, which wasn't quite the same, but she laughed anyway.
I giggled periodically all the way home. I told the hubby and he rolled his eyes. I guess you just had to be there.
I just looked out the window and saw the neighbor's toy poodles. Yes, I'm having another giggle fit right now.
Yeah, maybe you just had to be there ...