An Unpleasantly Generational Experience

Okay, I was introduced to this show by a couple in Phoenix, Arizona, with whom I crashed while touring the country, whose daughter's autism may have been due to their extreme hipness at the time of conception. Their living room featured a painting from the wedding, in which Mr. Husband was in full Al Jourgensen mode. Yes, they were married a while ago. More recently, Mrs. Wife, "The Greatest Punk Rocker" according to a close friend of mine, signaled the end of the relationship by physically abusing her husband. Suffering is, indeed, an integral part of life. Spouse abuse by a woman is an act far ahead of its time. Anonymity in blogging is irritating.

The show is called Yo Gabba Gabba.

It helped that the couple got rid of their daughter for a few minutes, using some pretext or other, and smoked me out.

Common wisdom would have me reject the label, "Generation X," but am I more GenX if I accept the label? After all, it comes from that fool Billy Idol's original band, which is responsible for the mind-expanding observation that even people in the Pentagon use Kleenex. Like wow man! We're all one!

So anyhow, I found myself with remote control in hand today, and I chose said show. As if it weren't bad enough that the program seems to have been formulated to appeal to GenX parents, who will instill a taste for the show in their offspring, I found myself eating (vegan) cereal out of the box while I watched it. I have been programmed, and I'm always trying to find the new Scooby-Doo, Where Are You! so that I can eat sugary cereal with a lotus-eating movement from box to mouth, inducing a deep, spiritual peace. There will never be another. It's pretty sad, particularly considering the mercenary attitudes of the "classic" show's producers.

I have not become a GenX parent, by the way, but I can feel sorry for myself about two divorces. Can you? Eh? Huh? Huh? Am I justified now?

Have I encapsulated all I feel in a concise, quick-witted, blogger's manner? Never mind, just check out the video. Note, particularly, the cyclops dildo. One-eyed. Yep.



That's right! The characters are action figures! Tell mommy or daddy to stop playing World of Warcraft long enough to order some from " the computer!" "Waste-o-Time Warcraft," the abusing spouse called it in an email to me. Zing! And who played with the slowed-down "Quiet Village" from the Pee-Wee's Playhouse intro? And while we're at it, who invited the Paul Frank monkey to the party? Hadn't that primate already enslaved a nationfull of Southern Californian minds?

As if life were not already characterized by confusion, how about a little Elijah Wood, so to speak?



I'm not sure I've made my point, but the time comes when one must let go. I'll leave you with this. Biz Markie's gonna getcha if you don't watch out!



By the way, I liked Phoenix.

Hee hee!

I Surrender!

Oh Emily, you're too good for words! There are reasons to be soft in our terribly hardened world. She deserves a standing ovation!

Aw Shucks!

And then this defuses my whole perversity thing! She's so cute! All hail Emily!

Noddy Does Snow White

After all that political digression, I really need to get back to basics! Wheee! Here we go!



"Fook the arse of Snow White!?" I'm feeling so repentant I won't even comment!

I Promise You I've Been Trying to Stay Positive

It's just so hard to search the Internet for good material when a ton of terrible crap comes up. This fiendish so-and-so, shit-smelling-face-acting and all, came from the same high school that I did. There was a whole political thing with limited parking spaces for students, and kids whose daddies could afford to get them nice cars. She probably had the best spot, which is why she was cast as a queen. Looking at this picture, my gag reflex is triggered. I really can't explain it, but I wonder whether Jehovah personally threw a couple of airplanes at the Twin Towers, knowing that we were harboring a Natalie Portman somewhere.


It sounds like class hatred, I know, but there's a universal quality I can't explain easily. Let's just say it fits into a historical perspective that would be very boring in a blog about sex. My father went to prep school in the 50s, making the issue more complex than you may think. Yep, an original preppie! Do I really have to go into details? 4.53% of Earth's population consuming 1,000,000% of resources and all? Most of the Southern Hemisphere of an entire planet being a ghetto. I won't even talk about Syosset High cheerleaders! It's just too, too terrible! I am a man of delicate sensibilities after all! Ack! Gag! Choke!

The World's Smallest Political Quiz

Your PERSONAL issues Score is 90%.
Your ECONOMIC issues Score is 50%.

According to your answers, the political group that agrees with you most is...

LIBERALS usually embrace freedom of choice in personal

matters, but tend to support significant government control of the

economy. They generally support a government-funded "safety net"
to help the disadvantaged, and advocate strict regulation

of business. Liberals tend to favor environmental regulations,

defend civil liberties and free expression, support government action

to promote equality, and tolerate diverse lifestyles.

Okay, I can accept that, but I'd qualify the last statement a bit, limiting the government's role to repairing only blatantly unjust situations such as racial segregation. The Civil Rights Movement may have opened some doors to government control I don't care for, but it was necessary to free my darker-skinned fellow citizens from terrible oppression. Ooh, it's tempting to go into the subject more, but this is a blog about perverse sex after all! The whole LGBT thing will have to have to wait for another post.

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