Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Now really.

What is the point of making reality shows about foul-mouthed people pissing off other people when you're just going to censor the swear words? Some TV is such sh-bleep-t. F-bleep-k.

Meanwhile, I love the Whitcoulls ads. That would so be me if I was a guy and could get away with such things.

Am having violent tendencies towards the TV at the moment, as I turned on the end of Homegrown hoping to catch some classy NZ music, and instead I got Adeaze getting stronger with that chick with odd name, and sounding like they bought the song from some American song-writer in the mid-nineties. I hate that song. It's OK though, I only watch the show for the theme song. Baaaaaaa.

It amuses me though, because the girl I work with has that CD (Adeaze). We hijacked the office stereo last week and stuck it in our room to stem the growing insanity, and then compared CD collections. Basically she likes everything I hate (and vice versa, most likely). "Do you want to listen to Creed? Linkin Park? Linkin Park and Jay-Z? Eamon? Some rap shit you've never heard of?" I tried to inflict Shihad on her, but then it was time to go home. Meanwhile our boss (who happens to be her father. How convenient...) keeps putting the Messiah on, and I am reminded of roadtrips with G-Money.

Speaking of G-Money, he has alienated all his friends, including the red-haired girl, and as Mary lives in Raglan he is now being very friendly to me and keeps inviting me to do stuff. And when I don't want to he can't take the hint. It doesn't annoy me so much as amuse me, because he's doing exactly the same thing to me that he was complaining the red-haired girl is doing to him. People are such morons. [Tonight he texts me asking if I want to come over for dinner because he's being deserted by his family and will be bored, and then later he starts to panic because some people are coming over and he doesn't want them too. And he wonders why he doesn't have friends.]

Meanwhile, the TV is still giving me violent tendencies. I have a very string aversion to Robson Green, not because of him, but because of the shows he associates himself with. Ooh, a new drama about lawyers. That should be original. I bet they solve police cases and everything.

You know you're far too involved in a book when you want to jump inside it and shout at the characters. Man, given the opportunity I'd give Professor Snape a mean beating (except of course for the fact that I hit like a girl). This wouldn't concern me so much (Scarlett O'Hara got quite a few imaginary kicks) if I wasn't reading a children's book. Stupid Harry Potter.

My goodness, they are solving cases! I'll bet the police are all pissed off at them. "Stop stealin' our bloody work, yeah? Get back to yer blimmin' jobs!"

Speaking of pathetic TV, did you hear about that new Irish drama that started a few weeks ago? (Wow, that sounds like the opening to a joke.) Three women coming to terms with life, living and love, or some such shit. I should so write television shows. I'd probably never get anything done though, cos I'd be too ashamed.

Oooh, there's some sinister crime racket going on. Something bad is happening. You can tell by the suspenseful music. Guy and girl in car. Guy speaks. "It's going to be ok. It's just you and me now." Smooch. Girl leaves car. Guy speaks once more. "Slut."

He's a bad man.

And now I shall go. To bed, in fact.

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