Here’s the deal. I have like 8 seasons of the Simpsons. The box sets sit by my TV and whenever I’m happy or sad or bored or sick I pop in a disc and sit down and enjoy. My brother is sick of the Simpsons (he NEVER wants to watch them), and my parents hate cartoons.
This is what ALWAYS happens on the rare days when my brother is out for a few hours and I’m home and watching the Simpsons.
Me: [happily watching the Simpsons, occasionally making little purring noises because life is perfect]
Mama Hoomster: What are you watching?
Me: There are yellow people on the screen with big googly eyes and one of them has a blue bouffant. I’m watching the Charlie Rose show.
Mama Hoomster: [world-weary sigh] Your watching this means that I should go somewhere else.
[silence]
Mama Hoomster: Can we watch something else?
Me: Like what?
Mama Hoomster: Some nice movie or documentary.
[I super-reluctantly switch from DVD to Netflix on the PS3 and flip to the documentary menu.]
Me: Which one do you want to watch?
Mama Hoomster: Something funny.
Me: A funny documentary.
Mama Hoomster: Yes.
Me: That doesn’t mean anything. Here, why don’t you take the remote and choose?
Mama Hoomster: No. I can’t even read the screen. The letters are too small and I’m too far away.
Me: Then tell me which one you want to watch.
Mama Hoomster: Something funny.
Me: That doesn’t mean anything!
Mama Hoomster: Fine, then let’s just watch nothing.
:|
Haters. Everywhere.
