I have no control over who reads this. It’s as if I published it or something.
But my real gripe today has to do with the Banacek problem. As Ms. ACDC-PC once said of David Bowie (and this was in 1980, mind you), “Bowie is a genius, and I don’t know whether I want to be him or make love to him.”
I finally gave in to my deepest desires and popped the Banacek CD in today. Please be warned: the current TV Guide release for the first season doesn’t give one normal video controls, so I couldn’t figure out how to pause the episodes. That meant that when I couldn’t stand it any more and had to go take a leak, I had to leave the episode running, and then I didn’t want to watch three-quarters of a Banacek episode right away, so I still don’t know the solution to that one. And my Ambien was still refusing to kick in on schedule.
I switched to another one that I happened to remember the solution to, just in case, as long as the people who put this together were going to make me watch entire episodes without bathroom or snack breaks.
Sure enough, my husband found me several hours later in my work/etc. chair with the laptop still on, my feet propped up, my glasses on my nose, and my headphones in my ears. “You know,” he remarked conversationally, “you should either consider going up and going to work, or being a bit honest with yourself, and simply getting into the actual bed.”
I called my boss and gave him some nonsense about the flu that I’m certain he didn’t believe. But the whole thing was George Peppard’s fault to begin with. And who would have believed that, anyway?
But the issue with Banacek is that one is never quite sure whether ones wants to be him, or do him. It’s mostly the former, but who can resist those cars, those badly cut 1970s sportcoats, or those turtlenecks? It’s difficult to be certain in a case like this.
So off I go, for I must find out what happened to that missing football player. And if you make an O.J. Simpson joke tonight I will hunt you down and do horrible things to you. And then I will block you so you cannot follow my blog. There has to be a way. Hasn’t there?
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Just because a dress is red satin, doesn’t mean it comes off easy.
If you’re not sure it’s potato Borscht, there could be orphans working in the mine.
Wisdom from the East . . .
BTW, the toolbar is most likely hidng. Try clicking anywhere on the screen to pause. Alt–Hold the cursor somewhere in the lower left hand corner of the screen and try waiting for the toolnar to appear.
Oh, it showed up. It just wanted to be double-clicked to show up. After that, I went to the bathroom even when I didn’t have to–just ’cause I could.
But the whole thing was George Peppard’s fault to begin with.
I love it when a plan comes together.