mental-escher
Jun 2nd, 2005, 08:14 PM
For those among us whose evenings are oft spent basking by the warm, comforting glow of the television, May marks a sad time of the year. It’s that regrettable period when what little episodic television that remains on network television ends and is replaced by, if it’s possible, even more shows where the premises are as deep and thought-provoking as “how fast can one chew up and swallow llama testicles?�
Depressed, we search the guide, clinging to the hope that we’ll stumble onto something. Alas, it doesn’t happen. Our friends and family urge us to enjoy the 18 hours of daylight. “Get out,� they say. “Exercise.� They just don’t understand that our thumbs are getting the cardiovascular equivalent of a marathon. It’s not easy to scroll through the 500 channels of nothingness over and over again.
I've got an idea - create your own podcast instead of doing thumbcersises!
Depressed, we search the guide, clinging to the hope that we’ll stumble onto something. Alas, it doesn’t happen. Our friends and family urge us to enjoy the 18 hours of daylight. “Get out,� they say. “Exercise.� They just don’t understand that our thumbs are getting the cardiovascular equivalent of a marathon. It’s not easy to scroll through the 500 channels of nothingness over and over again.
I've got an idea - create your own podcast instead of doing thumbcersises!