Posts Tagged ‘TV’

Stick around for the Mojo

May 4, 2004

Well, we signed our lease Friday. A nice little two-story house here in town. Street seems quiet, we’re near a park, and there’s a bit of a yard for the puppy. Inside, stairs for the cats to race up and down on, nooks to hide in, and a pantry in the kitchen for Baby Cat to perch upon. I think we’ll be happy, even though there’s only one bathroom.

Not much else going on. I’m distraught over the end of “Friends,” so we went and bought season 1 on DVD. Oh man, did I ever laugh my ass off Saturday night. Actually, the reason I wanted to get it is because Dave’s grandma is very sick, and I wanted something to take his mind off that for at least a little while. He needed laughs.

It’s too freaking cold for May, let me tell you. When you can see your breath at night, it’s just not right.

Oh, we took Fat Mojo to the vet last week, and Dr. Jones couldn’t find anything wrong. He checked both front legs and said he didn’t feel anything out of sorts. So, he put Mojo on the floor to watch him walk, but all Mojo did was almost hide in the trash can, low walk, and try to get back in his cage. Low walking, in case you’re wondering, is when he crouches down and runs. It’s pretty amusing. Anyway, with the low walking, Dr. Jones couldn’t see him limp of course, so the Mojo got a cortisone shot, and seems to be all better, so who knows what his deal was. He did let me know how displeased he was about the whole trip when we got home though. He yowled at me for a while and then punished me by going in another room to sleep. Mean, isn’t he?

*BURN UPDATE* It wonders what all the fuss is about over the puppy.


Why is this on TV?

November 19, 2003

So the third annual Victoria’s Secret skank parade – oh, I’m sorry, fashion show – is on tonight. I’m pretty happy about that.

I mean, it’s good to find a way at least once a year to reinforce to the teenage girls that you have to be skinny and tall and have big boobs to be beautiful. And what better way to do that than by airing an underwear show on a major television station? Rock on, CBS!

And it’s not just bad for the girls. The boys are having the same ignorant ideals of beauty implanted in their hormone-ridden brains, and those ideas will stick around for a looooong time. I pity the round little girl, or flat-chested little girl who develops a crush in her teens. Teenage boys can be brutal in their mockery, which tears the poor girl down even more.

But I shouldn’t be upset about this silly show, because it’s on at 10 p.m., and all the young’uns will be asleep.

I know, I know, there are bigger things to worry about. Like what impact Arnold’s governorship will have on the Midwest (NONE, so get a life fellow Ohioans), or whether bin Laden is hiding out in California (he’s not, he’s in Deshler, Ohio). I don’t care. This crap promotes low self-esteem – and I’m not even going to get into the objectification of women.

I’m sorry, but until a short fat woman struts her stuff on one of these frigging shows, or until they aren’t shown on TV anymore, I will bitch.

Scratch that, I’m not sorry one bit.