Random Ramblings of a Rambunctious Rebel
Aug. 25th, 2005 02:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tinhuvielI'd rather be in a ditch, covered in petrol, and on fire than to be here in The Pit right now, listening to the Feudal Mistress be self-important over the phones. She hasn't shut her pie-hole all damned day long. Speaking of the Feudal Mistress, I've decided to do something thoroughly petty and immature after I'm in possession of my severance check. Tuesday morning, I packed up the remainder of my goodies in one of those bankers boxes the Feudal Mistress said she prefer I not use so, after I have my check in hand and cashed, I'm gonna get Aunt Tudi to take a picture of me holding the bankers box, and then I'm gonna email it to the Feudal Mistress with a sound wave of Nelson Muntz going "HA-HA."
For some ungodly reason, Aunt Tudi and I have watched "Family Feud" for the past couple of evenings. When I was a kid and watched it during the Richard Dawson years, when the entire stage needed to be scrubbed with bleach, I was always so happy to get the number one answer. Not so anymore. If you get the number one answer on "Family Feud," this means that you're part of the herd mentality much more than you would care to admit. If I lost miserably on "Family Feud" because I never got any of the survey answers, I'd be proud and proclaim my individuality before the studio audience and viewers nationwide. Then again, being a contestant on "Family Feud" would pretty much scream for all to witness that I and my family are nothing but drones caught up in the icky icky glue that is American Pop Culture. I have to say that the new "Family Feud" pretty much sucks. They've changed the music and the families that compete are high-fiving empty-headed weebles. I do like Richard Karn, though. I always liked him on "Home Improvement." He's my "type," or one of them.
After work, I will be afforded the supreme honour of going to Wal-Mart for an hour or so before picking up Chester from the vet's. Oh, how I love to spend my time at Wally World! Again....I'd rather be in a ditch, covered in petrol, on fire. Thankfully, we don't have much to pick up, so I won't have to be there for very long. My homicidal nature is honed to a nice fine point whilst in the presence of so many Rednecks in a confined area, so the sooner I get out of there, the better off I'll be.
My squeaky chair has begun to vex me. I thought about asking Lonnie to send a dude up with some WD-40 but, really, why bother now? I only have 9 hours and 10 minutes total to suffer the noise.
For some ungodly reason, Aunt Tudi and I have watched "Family Feud" for the past couple of evenings. When I was a kid and watched it during the Richard Dawson years, when the entire stage needed to be scrubbed with bleach, I was always so happy to get the number one answer. Not so anymore. If you get the number one answer on "Family Feud," this means that you're part of the herd mentality much more than you would care to admit. If I lost miserably on "Family Feud" because I never got any of the survey answers, I'd be proud and proclaim my individuality before the studio audience and viewers nationwide. Then again, being a contestant on "Family Feud" would pretty much scream for all to witness that I and my family are nothing but drones caught up in the icky icky glue that is American Pop Culture. I have to say that the new "Family Feud" pretty much sucks. They've changed the music and the families that compete are high-fiving empty-headed weebles. I do like Richard Karn, though. I always liked him on "Home Improvement." He's my "type," or one of them.
After work, I will be afforded the supreme honour of going to Wal-Mart for an hour or so before picking up Chester from the vet's. Oh, how I love to spend my time at Wally World! Again....I'd rather be in a ditch, covered in petrol, on fire. Thankfully, we don't have much to pick up, so I won't have to be there for very long. My homicidal nature is honed to a nice fine point whilst in the presence of so many Rednecks in a confined area, so the sooner I get out of there, the better off I'll be.
My squeaky chair has begun to vex me. I thought about asking Lonnie to send a dude up with some WD-40 but, really, why bother now? I only have 9 hours and 10 minutes total to suffer the noise.
