Nov. 3rd, 2011

dmxrated: (Tycho)
Mom drove me to the library yesterday, and I picked up the latest issue of MAD Magazine (volume 511). Skimmed through it, and found some joke TV listings on pages 44-45. Not gonna list every show shown airing on every channel, but several are worth noting.

On Playboy 2 (channel 904) at 9:00 PM is Accident-Prone Beauties: Five lovely women in -- and out of -- lingerie are seen falling down the stairs, dropping trays of food, and slamming doors on their fingers. Watch a preview here. (Wait a minute, she's fully clothed.)

On The Chick Channel (channel 911) also at 9 PM, Come Back Here, You Bastard: A woman plots revenge against the man who wronged her, but doesn't tell him what, exactly, he did. And there's a good reason for that: She doesn't remember! Here's the first scene!

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Last night, as I was having dinner, Mom brought up an opportunity to take a class for Microsoft Excel. Unfortunately, I wasn't in a bad enough mood to just tell her to shove it (unlike half a year ago), so I just kinda let her figure it out as we discussed it.

Thing is, having had to sacrifice stuff for the sake of Dowling instead of the other way around, along with nearly everything that happened during my last semester there (and some stuff beforehand) is one thing that still pisses me off to this day. I still wish I had just thrown it all to the side instead of sucking it up. Not because it isn't paying off, but because I was respecting myself about as much as a dog rolling over and letting someone piss all over it.

Given how unemployable I currently am as it is, Mom told me that if I refuse to take even a single of the simplest classes available and keep myself busy just so that I feel better, she's just gonna pull the plug on DDI and I can live with her and Dad for the rest of my life. If you ask me, that might just be for the better, given how much free time I require to get anything towards my own goals done. Maybe.

(What? You expect me to cry "Nooooo!" like a little kid?)

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Shortly after the discussion ended, Mom asked me if we should go to some gas station to pick up lottery tickets. I asked her since when she buys lotto tickets, because those are known to get people addicted and drain their money away. I thought that was restricted to scratch cards in our stockings on Christmas, but she told me she just does it every now and then, maybe every few months.

We drove down, and she got two tickets while I pumped some gas in the tank.

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