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Mar. 18th, 2007 12:42 pmUhh...I ate'n't dead?
I forgot how little I have to talk about when I'm home with the family. Not much external stimulation here, alas, though the whole fam is going out this afternoon so I'll have the house to myself for a few hours, which will be nice. Not that I'll likely do anything other than watch television and work on the laptop, but at least I can watch what I want.
Back when I lived at home I gave way on the epic battle over Rome, wherein Mum kept insisting it was pornographic and I kept insisting that I was watching it for the history, and also sex in ancient Rome was a relevant and important part of politics. Considering that, it wasn't too hard to bite my tongue while we were watching Wimbledon today and she kept repeating that Paul Bettany and Kirsten Dunst didn't work as a couple (whatever, I'm not watching it for its romantic plausibility).
At the end, I did say "Thanks for letting me watch that" and she said "What do you mean, thanks? I enjoyed it too."
I will never comprehend my kin.
On the list of other things I will never comprehend, I include High-Definition television. I'm sorry, I can't tell the difference. I know, I've seen the screencaps from the dude who compared key moments in LOTR in normal and high-def, but when I don't have two televisions side by side, I can't tell. Though if it really makes Mum feel as though she's standing in the middle of the Ceilidh dance in the documentary on Ireland on high-def, who am I to spoil her fun.
Weather remains cloudy. Provisions satisfactory. We may just survive this, Dr. Livingstone.
I forgot how little I have to talk about when I'm home with the family. Not much external stimulation here, alas, though the whole fam is going out this afternoon so I'll have the house to myself for a few hours, which will be nice. Not that I'll likely do anything other than watch television and work on the laptop, but at least I can watch what I want.
Back when I lived at home I gave way on the epic battle over Rome, wherein Mum kept insisting it was pornographic and I kept insisting that I was watching it for the history, and also sex in ancient Rome was a relevant and important part of politics. Considering that, it wasn't too hard to bite my tongue while we were watching Wimbledon today and she kept repeating that Paul Bettany and Kirsten Dunst didn't work as a couple (whatever, I'm not watching it for its romantic plausibility).
At the end, I did say "Thanks for letting me watch that" and she said "What do you mean, thanks? I enjoyed it too."
I will never comprehend my kin.
On the list of other things I will never comprehend, I include High-Definition television. I'm sorry, I can't tell the difference. I know, I've seen the screencaps from the dude who compared key moments in LOTR in normal and high-def, but when I don't have two televisions side by side, I can't tell. Though if it really makes Mum feel as though she's standing in the middle of the Ceilidh dance in the documentary on Ireland on high-def, who am I to spoil her fun.
Weather remains cloudy. Provisions satisfactory. We may just survive this, Dr. Livingstone.
