Thursday, March 09, 2006

Talk To The Hand

I spent a large part of my weekend sacked out on the couch watching The Gilmore Girls Season 1 DVDs (Thanks Secret Squirrel).

I'm not ashamed to admit that I spent that much time loafing. Fuck it, I've earned it. I've been on the road for six weeks now so I think I've earned a little downtime.

What I am ashamed to admit is that I'm not so good with the remote control. I forget which button just rewinds vs taking me back to a previous scene. I also don't know when I can and can't hit certain buttons.

But, you can bet my bitchy DVD player doesn't let me get away with shit.

If, say, I'm trying to look at the menu that shows me the list of episodes before the DVD player is ready, she sassily replies with:



That's right: my DVD playes gives me THE HAND.

I try to fast forward through the FBI Warning to get my GG fix, but she's all:

"You want me to 'hurry up' so you can watch your show? Uh-uh, I don't think so."

Bitch.