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Good morning! A good one as Mom is finally getting discharged from the hospital. We're all working hard to make sure everything's just right for her return. Except me, I'm blogging.
Super Happy Fun Time breakfast, too; I was already chowing down on my oatmeal & banana when Dad came in with his breakfast and turned on the TV. A red-hot super-sharp spear of screechy metallic sound jabbed itself into my left ear and out my right, dripping blood and brains onto the aqua-teal carpet.
And it wasn't Fox News.
It was a Science channel, actually, showing something about overweight men white-water-rafting on the canals of Wiltshire. The banshee noise came from the female announcer, the same jagged nasal assault I've come to associate with the Hitler Harpies in Mr. Murdoch's stable. Turns out that these poorly trained female speakers are everywhere on cable TV. I can't think this is accidental, what with all the schools out there that can teach women (and men) how to speak properly for broadcast. Have the experts determined that the painful voices command more attention?
And, lastly, a word about "educational" channels on cable TV. Last night, the History Channel had a two-hour piece about "Gates of Hell," mostly footage of volcanoes tarted up with Satan-believing fundamentalist talking heads and close-ups of Hieronymus Bosch paintings, cheaply Flash-animated. This, apparently, is History. And Science channels are showing overweight men white-water-rafting on the canals of Wiltshire. That part I don't mind much, as they were furry. And wet. But still.
Super Happy Fun Time breakfast, too; I was already chowing down on my oatmeal & banana when Dad came in with his breakfast and turned on the TV. A red-hot super-sharp spear of screechy metallic sound jabbed itself into my left ear and out my right, dripping blood and brains onto the aqua-teal carpet.
And it wasn't Fox News.
It was a Science channel, actually, showing something about overweight men white-water-rafting on the canals of Wiltshire. The banshee noise came from the female announcer, the same jagged nasal assault I've come to associate with the Hitler Harpies in Mr. Murdoch's stable. Turns out that these poorly trained female speakers are everywhere on cable TV. I can't think this is accidental, what with all the schools out there that can teach women (and men) how to speak properly for broadcast. Have the experts determined that the painful voices command more attention?
And, lastly, a word about "educational" channels on cable TV. Last night, the History Channel had a two-hour piece about "Gates of Hell," mostly footage of volcanoes tarted up with Satan-believing fundamentalist talking heads and close-ups of Hieronymus Bosch paintings, cheaply Flash-animated. This, apparently, is History. And Science channels are showing overweight men white-water-rafting on the canals of Wiltshire. That part I don't mind much, as they were furry. And wet. But still.
Good morning! A good one as Mom is finally getting discharged from the hospital. We're all working hard to make sure everything's just right for her return. Except me, I'm blogging.
Super Happy Fun Time breakfast, too; I was already chowing down on my oatmeal & banana when Dad came in with his breakfast and turned on the TV. A red-hot super-sharp spear of screechy metallic sound jabbed itself into my left ear and out my right, dripping blood and brains onto the aqua-teal carpet.
And it wasn't Fox News.
It was a Science channel, actually, showing something about overweight men white-water-rafting on the canals of Wiltshire. The banshee noise came from the female announcer, the same jagged nasal assault I've come to associate with the Hitler Harpies in Mr. Murdoch's stable. Turns out that these poorly trained female speakers are everywhere on cable TV. I can't think this is accidental, what with all the schools out there that can teach women (and men) how to speak properly for broadcast. Have the experts determined that the painful voices command more attention?
And, lastly, a word about "educational" channels on cable TV. Last night, the History Channel had a two-hour piece about "Gates of Hell," mostly footage of volcanoes tarted up with Satan-believing fundamentalist talking heads and close-ups of Hieronymus Bosch paintings, cheaply Flash-animated. This, apparently, is History. And Science channels are showing overweight men white-water-rafting on the canals of Wiltshire. That part I don't mind much, as they were furry. And wet. But still.
Super Happy Fun Time breakfast, too; I was already chowing down on my oatmeal & banana when Dad came in with his breakfast and turned on the TV. A red-hot super-sharp spear of screechy metallic sound jabbed itself into my left ear and out my right, dripping blood and brains onto the aqua-teal carpet.
And it wasn't Fox News.
It was a Science channel, actually, showing something about overweight men white-water-rafting on the canals of Wiltshire. The banshee noise came from the female announcer, the same jagged nasal assault I've come to associate with the Hitler Harpies in Mr. Murdoch's stable. Turns out that these poorly trained female speakers are everywhere on cable TV. I can't think this is accidental, what with all the schools out there that can teach women (and men) how to speak properly for broadcast. Have the experts determined that the painful voices command more attention?
And, lastly, a word about "educational" channels on cable TV. Last night, the History Channel had a two-hour piece about "Gates of Hell," mostly footage of volcanoes tarted up with Satan-believing fundamentalist talking heads and close-ups of Hieronymus Bosch paintings, cheaply Flash-animated. This, apparently, is History. And Science channels are showing overweight men white-water-rafting on the canals of Wiltshire. That part I don't mind much, as they were furry. And wet. But still.
Sad, sad, sad. Not because the act I wanted to win didn't win.
Sad because I had an act I wanted to win.
But I blame that on my unusual surroundings
Actually, not only was my favorite act not the winner, the announced order was the complete opposite of what I would put. They kicked off the two unique, interesting acts, leaving a little girl with an amazing voice, who should completely retire from performance and work on technique until her lungs grow in, but won't and will almost certainly ruin the voice, and a white soul singer specializing in early 70s ballads, of the type you've heard in nightclubs, the type I've heard in nightclubs. I've heard better in nightclubs. Dull, actually.
And the dull guy won, while the "judges" effused over how great and special and unique he was. Granted, he had a good hard-luck story. I think his grandparents' double-wide was washed away in a flood, I'm not sure. Something about mountaintop-removal mining. I wasn't paying that much attention. I have a cryptic crossword I'm working on.
Sad because I had an act I wanted to win.
But I blame that on my unusual surroundings
Actually, not only was my favorite act not the winner, the announced order was the complete opposite of what I would put. They kicked off the two unique, interesting acts, leaving a little girl with an amazing voice, who should completely retire from performance and work on technique until her lungs grow in, but won't and will almost certainly ruin the voice, and a white soul singer specializing in early 70s ballads, of the type you've heard in nightclubs, the type I've heard in nightclubs. I've heard better in nightclubs. Dull, actually.
And the dull guy won, while the "judges" effused over how great and special and unique he was. Granted, he had a good hard-luck story. I think his grandparents' double-wide was washed away in a flood, I'm not sure. Something about mountaintop-removal mining. I wasn't paying that much attention. I have a cryptic crossword I'm working on.
Sad, sad, sad. Not because the act I wanted to win didn't win.
Sad because I had an act I wanted to win.
But I blame that on my unusual surroundings
Actually, not only was my favorite act not the winner, the announced order was the complete opposite of what I would put. They kicked off the two unique, interesting acts, leaving a little girl with an amazing voice, who should completely retire from performance and work on technique until her lungs grow in, but won't and will almost certainly ruin the voice, and a white soul singer specializing in early 70s ballads, of the type you've heard in nightclubs, the type I've heard in nightclubs. I've heard better in nightclubs. Dull, actually.
And the dull guy won, while the "judges" effused over how great and special and unique he was. Granted, he had a good hard-luck story. I think his grandparents' double-wide was washed away in a flood, I'm not sure. Something about mountaintop-removal mining. I wasn't paying that much attention. I have a cryptic crossword I'm working on.
Sad because I had an act I wanted to win.
But I blame that on my unusual surroundings
Actually, not only was my favorite act not the winner, the announced order was the complete opposite of what I would put. They kicked off the two unique, interesting acts, leaving a little girl with an amazing voice, who should completely retire from performance and work on technique until her lungs grow in, but won't and will almost certainly ruin the voice, and a white soul singer specializing in early 70s ballads, of the type you've heard in nightclubs, the type I've heard in nightclubs. I've heard better in nightclubs. Dull, actually.
And the dull guy won, while the "judges" effused over how great and special and unique he was. Granted, he had a good hard-luck story. I think his grandparents' double-wide was washed away in a flood, I'm not sure. Something about mountaintop-removal mining. I wasn't paying that much attention. I have a cryptic crossword I'm working on.
