Well, loyal readers, every single three of you, you know one problem is the least of my worries. No, I have several. Can you count into the low six digits?
But my problem is with credits. Yes, the credits on television which say who did what. Plus the disclaimers for car and drug commercials. (You know, "Professional driver, closed track, do not attempt"). Except it's in 7-point type and absolutely useless. Like those EULAs (whatever the fuck that means) that you have to click through every time you register for software. (See? I told you I had multiple problems).
Well, the drug companies at least have a clue and rattle off the disclaimers with some fake doctor's at least you can HEAR "May cause uncontrollable convulsions causing death" instead of trying to pass it off as "fine print" and then claim the suitor didn't read it.
But it's the TV shows that bug the hell out of me. Sorry, but I'm actually INTERESTED in who the Key Grip was or who wrote the music. But they scroll it past impossibly fast; why do they bother? Please, let us off the hook and just hold a title on the screen saying "This movie was made by People."
Skip the ambient music.
I feel your pain!
ReplyDeleteI feel your chickens! They must be meaty plump by now! Mmm, mmm good! (See my post about sharpening my knives).
ReplyDeleteAll seriousness aside, though, I think I should just read books for the rest of my life. You can't fuck with a book. It's all there in black and white and I can read it as slowly or as fast as I want.
So thatsa whatta I'ma gonna do.
My chickens have big beaks and sharp claws with which to peck out your eyes and scratch your face! Just sayin'!
ReplyDeleteI've gone the book route. TV is driving me insane these days...
Well, you know very well that chickens are descendants of Archaeopteryxes. Possibly even Pterosaurs.
ReplyDeleteSo there is no doubt in my mind that Frankie, Hankie and Spankie would tear my eyes out first chance they got. But I'll get 'em first.
I have my secret weapon. THEY CAN'T FLY! That's their Foghorn Leghorn Achille's heel.
I will get them, be sure; even if I have to hire Wile E. Coyote personally to do the ugly deed.
Mmm . . . I have an excellent recipe for roast Thai chicken . . . key is, lots o' garlic!