Report on tv watching
I know you are all on the edge of your seats wondering how my day of tv watching was going, so I thought I would file this little report.
Shortly after I was done in the kitchen, I removed my pants and began some hardcore, balls-to-the-wall laying around. On the couch at first, then later on the floor, which I find more comfortable usually.
I watched several episodes of Infested! which freaked me out and got my ass right up off floor. I felt like bugs were crawling all over me. That show is a mindfuck. It’s sort of put together like a horror movie, usually even with stock horror movie characters: the Pretty Girl Victim (PGV), the Innocent Child (IC), the Reasonable White Male Dipshit Who Doesn’t Believe Anything (RWMDWDBA). You know the guy: he’s always the one saying “It’s all in your mind” or “I believe YOU believe it”.
He’s a complete dick and it’s always great when the monster finally eats him.
There are two other characters in Infested! that you don’t see in the standard horror film: the City (or Health Department) and the Landlord. They are both portrayed very realistically in this show, which stands to reason since Infested! is a documentary. The City or Health Department is a government organization that, like all government organizations, doesn’t give two shits about you or your family. The Landlord is the guy who owns your property and doesn’t give two shits about you or your family.
Call one of them up and say “A pack of rats just ate my little girl’s foot” and see. You will get the run around. Usually, you have to get the media involved to get these characters to do something about your problem. One guy put signs up all over his neighborhood inviting people to come look at the roach infestation, which was of mythic proportions, in his nice, clean apartment. The infestation was coming from the apartment next door and of course neither the City nor the Landlord was doing anything about it—despite repeated calls. Eventually, his efforts got him on the news and BOOM both the City and the Landlord were all over it.
So remember, kids: don’t tell the Landlord or the City, tell the news or Facebook. I threatened to do something similar with my neighbor, who abused and neglected his dogs. I called and called again and nothing was ever done—until I said I was going to post pictures of his dogs and license plates on the internet, plus pictures of the police department and their phone number. “I got over 7000 followers on Tumblr, you idiots. Enforce the rules on a well-to-do white person for once.”
Next day BAM! rescued dogs.
True story.
Anyway, another episode has just downloaded. Gotta go.
