10.02.2004
Give me one good reason why we should return to Hooterville...
So here we are at the weekend again. Same old thing, except for that I won't be doing anything but working...stupid money.
So I skipped eating out and instead prepared myself a breakfast of eggs, sausage and a bagel. I need to be somebody's wife...I enjoy doing this domestic shit way too much. Ok. Then I decided to watch my 15 minutes of television for the day...I only watch tv when I'm eating by myself...mostly because if I try to eat and type at the same time, the keyboard gets sticky and dirty. I guess I could sit on my bed, but getting crumbs in my bed has to be one of my biggest pet peeves*...OK. So the tv box was showing one of those Saturday afternoon movies that make me start to loose faith in humanity in general.
Was anyone else in the dark about Green Acres being made into a made for tv movie? Cuz I sure as hell didn't know they went there. It was so zany. Although I only witnessed 15 minutes of this masterpiece, I got the plot down pat: that chick with the accent and that guy that liked the farm end up moving back to New York. Meanwhile, poor Hooterville is threatened by a money-hungry big-city real estate guy who sneakily buys the whole town and makes plans to demolish it...I didn't catch what for...but, I don't think it matters. And then...and then...I'm sorry, I'm tired of telling this story already. Let's just say everyone bands together and the town's saved in the end.
Lots of money goes into this shit, folks. People can't feed themselves and their children, but by golly, I can feel safe in knowing that there will always be plenty of money to make really really horrible entertainment...if you can call it that...I'm sure there's at least one person out there that thinks that "Return to Green Acres" is the best thing EVER. Step aside Jesus...that cute little pig is all I need for happiness. Just one more reason why I refuse to pay for tv.
Gah. I'm glad I got that out.
*now that I think about it, this may have been one of the direct causes of breakup for my ex-girlfriend and I...I mean, do you really need to enjoy those cookies and cheetos in BED?!?
So I skipped eating out and instead prepared myself a breakfast of eggs, sausage and a bagel. I need to be somebody's wife...I enjoy doing this domestic shit way too much. Ok. Then I decided to watch my 15 minutes of television for the day...I only watch tv when I'm eating by myself...mostly because if I try to eat and type at the same time, the keyboard gets sticky and dirty. I guess I could sit on my bed, but getting crumbs in my bed has to be one of my biggest pet peeves*...OK. So the tv box was showing one of those Saturday afternoon movies that make me start to loose faith in humanity in general.
Was anyone else in the dark about Green Acres being made into a made for tv movie? Cuz I sure as hell didn't know they went there. It was so zany. Although I only witnessed 15 minutes of this masterpiece, I got the plot down pat: that chick with the accent and that guy that liked the farm end up moving back to New York. Meanwhile, poor Hooterville is threatened by a money-hungry big-city real estate guy who sneakily buys the whole town and makes plans to demolish it...I didn't catch what for...but, I don't think it matters. And then...and then...I'm sorry, I'm tired of telling this story already. Let's just say everyone bands together and the town's saved in the end.
Lots of money goes into this shit, folks. People can't feed themselves and their children, but by golly, I can feel safe in knowing that there will always be plenty of money to make really really horrible entertainment...if you can call it that...I'm sure there's at least one person out there that thinks that "Return to Green Acres" is the best thing EVER. Step aside Jesus...that cute little pig is all I need for happiness. Just one more reason why I refuse to pay for tv.
Gah. I'm glad I got that out.
*now that I think about it, this may have been one of the direct causes of breakup for my ex-girlfriend and I...I mean, do you really need to enjoy those cookies and cheetos in BED?!?
