Thursday, November 13, 2008
No, no, no, I'm not going to rant about the imminent eradication of rabbit ears-or whatever the whole deal is with converting our televisions. Seriously, I'm clueless as to what old dude in the commercial is even talking about. I have a different dilemma.
Last night, Favorite Guy and I- and then just me because I live a life of excess, watched several back to back episodes of Sex Change Hospital. I pass no judgment as to why anyone fortunate enough to have skipped the perils of the pussy would want one. But I'm telling you, I think the show (or the cup of dark coffee, Raisinets and handful of wasabi soy almonds at 12:00 am whilst glued to watching said show) did something to me. I woke up this morning like a rabid, hungry, homicidal beast. I have been in a foul mood all day. Exacerbated only by this uncontrollable hunger! Perhaps I should kick someone's ass. If nothing else, I'd burn off some of the shit I've eaten.
So, um yeah, stay away from Hormonal Disasters Television-that's my tip for today folks. Carry on, there's nothing to see here. But seriously, what is this converter box business?
at 1:00 AM