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So. After 3 years of begging VH1 to agree to buying a Wii, I finally defied him and bought a Wii console from eBay.
And I lurves it. Oh, you told me that I would but, then again, you tell me that my ass doesn’t look fat in these pants. So why should I have believed?
Except that I do now. Ooooh, my Venomites, I do believe.
So, because I’m too lazy to spend time writing something meaty here (though I have plenty of lovely things lying in wait for you this coming week), perhaps we should play Word Fugue™?
If you’ve never played it before, here are the rules:
1. I start it off with a word.
2. You look at the most recently posted comment.
3. You leave ONE word that comes to mind upon reading the most recent comment.
4. You may play as many times as you like, but you may not use the same word twice.
5. Don’t leave links. They’ll only send you into comment moderation.
6. Word Fugues that wind up in comment moderation will get deleted.
7. The game continues until you bore me, at which point comments are closed.
If you’re in the Tulsa area, be sure to tune into The Pat Campbell Show on 1170 AM right around 7:05 on Tuesday morning. Even if you’re not in the area, you might recognize Pat’s name from his appearances on the Fox News Channel, including the O’Reilly Factor and Fox & Friends. Pat Campell runs Tulsa’s only morning talk show and, of course, he blogs.
As an added bonus, I’ll be a guest on Pat’s show where we’ll be discussing… Michelle Obama.
I honestly don’t know how families without TiVo or a DVR watch television together in the evenings anymore. The other night, with a tornado watch keeping my family confined to the basement, VH and I found ourselves flipping through channels in search of a show we could watch with our Big-Eyed Boy. Oh, sure, there’s always the cartoon channel, but even that has its own dangers: all of the commercials trying to push cross-marketed merchandise on kids. (“Mommy, can I have Hulk Hands?” “Honey, do you even know who The Hulk is?” “No, but I need them anyway!”)
What we really hoped to find was a sitcom the whole family could relate to, one that wouldn’t introduce concepts or words that our son doesn’t need to know about, like the menage a trois frequently mentioned on Two and a Half Men, a show that VH and I enjoy when our son isn’t around. Unfortunately, there’s just not a whole lot of good, wholesome programming anymore. Come to think of it, there’s not a whole lot of good programming, period.
During tonight’s tornado watch — which, let’s face it, is pretty much a given if you’ve been paying attention to the weather in my area of late — we’ll be watching The Bill Engvall Show. (Season premier is tonight on TBS at 9 p.m. Eastern). I admit, we’re big fans of Bill Engvall around here, although I’ve yet to live down the night I laughed so hard while watching “Here’s Your Sign” that I wound up peeing a little.
In a recent interview (check it out below), Bill Engvall said that one of his goals for the show is to make it a template for the families that want to come back to watching television together in the evenings. That’s almost exactly what VH and I had said about the show last season when we caught the first episodes: that we’d been waiting since The Cosby Show for a program that would appeal to us as well as to our kids, one which is funny without being filthy, and which focused on inherently good, normal people living lives much like ours.
So, given my anticipation of yet more severe weather tonight, I’ve re-stocked our supplies in the basement and ensured that we have fresh batteries for the flashlights just in case the tornado sirens go off yet again. And, since we’ll be watching The Bill Engvall Show on TBS, I made sure to put a couple of spare pairs of underwear downstairs, too.
You may have noticed that I haven’t written much about the Venomous Hubby’s snoring of late. There’s a reason for that: I bought him a Sona anti-snoring pillow. Yes, the thing was pricey, but our only other alternative was to sleep in separate bedrooms since he’d sworn he would never, ever sleep with a CPAP mask. Their resemblance to Hannibal Lecter’s restraint mask, I can’t say I blame him. Much.
As I pointed out in my Amazon review, it’s been worth every penny.
