Loading ...Man, all this quietude on the Shattered Prayer is getting disconcerting. Though I realise R the P and Mojo (quite possibly the two biggest mouths on SP) are making ready for a parental visit. Hey, if R the P’s parents are lucky, they might see some rain while they’re up there. I’m sure its been a while since they’ve seen any. (though we’re supposed to have rain tomorrow - we’ll see).
So are they driving up? Maybe they’ll gimme a ride.
Heh, I could see that. Me in a car for 17 hours with R the P’s parents. I’m sure I’d be put out on the side of the road somewhere just before we hit the Tennessee border.
You know, I always have a hard time figuring out how many Esses to put in ‘Tennessee’.
Anyway, I hope they have a good visit, and give A the girl my congrats.
Okay, so here’s a question for you. I find myself appalled at the fact that my mother bought my niece the Grand Theft Auto game. Am I overreacting here? I mean, I play violent games. Hell. I LOVE violent games. But I’m in my 40s. KK is 9 years old.
I’m fairly sure I’m not getting conservative in my middle age. I think its more that I know KK, and I don’t think she’s yet mature enough to handle some of the subject matter. Am I unreasonable in this? Should I just shut up?
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We are also getting a little more conservative in our older age. Of course, our conservativeness is lefty pinko liberal US hating damned to hell evil bastards in the South.
I’m not too fond of the Grand Theft Auto for KK either. But then again, I don’t really get into video games. I’m not manly enough. Mojo, on the other hand, loves them. And violent ones too. So he’ll have to add his 2 cents worth.
Hell, even Dune quotes Dune! At the beginning of every chapter.
I am trying to fill the SP silence with thoughts about grand theft auto. Isn’t that the game where people get blow jobs in the alley, prostitutes are raped in the cars, people get run over, and get their body parts get ripped off?
If so, it is important that KK play the game. It will prepare her for what happens when people actually do drive. Um. Stolen cars.
Mojo used to play a game where the announcer would yell “Fight!” and then Mojo would fight. He also likes to play X-Men and be Wolverine. And for some reason, he plays a Harry Potter Game where Ron yells what sounds for all the world like “The bees, Harry! The bees!” Maybe Ron knows about our dying bee population, which is far scarier than anything except President Bush, Chinese produced cat food products, and Peter Pan Peanut Butter — all of which can kill you. Or your pets. I’m sure Bush is behind the dying bee population.
A the Girl’s prom is tonight. She is talking about not eating today so she can feel thinner. She said she was going to eat at the prom itself. She said she would eat then. I told her to be dainty about it so he date would be impressed by her ladylike eating behavior. She just asked us if her bra made her boobs look too pointy. I say that the pointier boobs are, the better!
Mojo is giving Ciao some scritchin’s. Ciao is what we sometimes call our beloved cat. You may have heard us refer to her as Puss. She sometimes makes a loud mioaw that sounds like “McNow!” and then she’ll turn her back on us. Mojo took to saying, “Well, Ciao, McNow!” So now she is just Ciao.
Oops! Have to go. Mojo just said, “We have to drop that thing off at the place!” So we have to go do that!
Well I don’t think I’m getting conservative at all. But hell, I’ve talked to game designers who wouldn’t let their kids play GTA.
Mom: KK, I told you, you can’t be playing that game all day.
KK: I haven’t been playing the game, I’ve been on the internet with Aunt Che.
Mom: (to me) Is that true?
Me: Yeah, we’ve been looking at pictures on the net for the past couple of hours.
Mom: What kind of pictures?
Me: Ghosts.
Mom: You can’t show her that stuff! It’ll frighten her!
(But GTA is just FINE, right?)
Our conservativeness is a slight conservativeness. It is more along the lines of “things should be done this way!” For example, GTA not for newborns. That kind of thing.
Well, I’d probably happily put GTA into the hands of anyone else’s newborns, but when it comes to my niece, I’m a little hesitant. At the same time, I’m almost relieved that she’s showing an interest in something kind of butch, because she’s such a girl I’m half terrified she’ll grow up to be some doormat. But you’d think there’d be some kinda happy medium between ‘killer car thief’ and ‘girlie doormat’.
So did you go take the thing to the place?
Oh, and I kinda have to admit a certain degree of admiration for the ‘mission’ in GTA where one is sent to kill the pizza delivery boy. Payback for all those mixed up orders in the past.
Though one mixed up pizza order once sent me, you, johnny bill and apie kapp on a wild late-night adventure. Of sorts.
I’m not remember the late night pizza adventure. Please remind me and our thousands of listeners about that night.
We did get the thing at the place. And then A the Girl called us up and said, “Can you get me some hairspray so I can spray it on my butt so my dress won’t stick to it?” and then she said, “Can you get me some glitter?” and then “Can you get me some baby powder.” And then I was like, “Can you make one list instead of 700 calls, or maybe take care of some of this yourself?”
Ah the joy of having a teenager in your house. Although that is fast coming to an end. She’ll be heading away to college in a few weeks.
Hey, if we want to increase readership, I can just say “Paris Hilton released early from jail” and thousands will flock to the SP.
We did it before by mentioning Blender.
Mojo found a Blender that was on the go! A portable blender that you could charge up and take camping with you for those times when you need Margaritas in the deep woods.
Or in the Pine Barrens with biting flies and heat and humidity.
And newborns simply do not have the motor skills to play GTA well.
Its really funny you should mention it because Paris Hilton has been on my mind all day. (Now THERE’s a sentence I never thought I’d type in a million years) Her jail sentence has touched my life in ways I never thought possible, and her getting out of jail has greatly interfered with some of my plans. Who KNEW that dear Paris could effect my life so directly.
Anyway, what a fantastic sounding blender! Now THAT is a necessity for Jersey Devil day.
How could Paris Hilton change your plans?
And what was our midnight pizza adventure?
Inquiring minds want to know. So do enquiring minds.
Oh, the whole thing with Paris and me. Its a long story. But the pizza - surely you remember that. We discussed it not long ago.
We were in Athens visiting one of Johnny Bill’s friends, and ordered pizza after getting back from that club. But we got someone else’s pizza, and they got ours. So since their phone number was on the side of the box, we phoned them. They invited us over, even though they didn’t know us. Then they left us at their apartment alone and went out! We could have robbed them, could have killed their sleeping roommates, could have peed on their furniture. They didn’t know us! We coulda been psychos! Some of us were!
Anyway, I’m sure you remember now.
Its raining!
I do remember that.
Congrats on the rain!
And as to long Paris stories — they’re the most interesting.
Hurrah to the rain, Che! Congrats.
And yes, Paris Hilton has an impact on your life? Shocking, appalling, and generally disturbing!
What’s not appalling is that portable blender - brilliance! Here is the link for inquiring minds:
http://www.coleman.com/coleman/ColemanCom/newsrelease.asp?releasenum=331
As for GTA, I would say a solid NO to that. A friend at work has it and he said that he would have loved it as a teenager but figures it’s really an 18+ game (or at least a 16+ game). Not for kids, really, given the MATURE rating it was given. Each kid is somewhat different though. KK may be as immature as some others.
And I used to be a pizza delivery boy — and 90% of the time, delivery problems are due to the person taking the order and/or the cooks. But the delivery guys get the bad attitudes, etc. I always just said, ‘If you have a problem, call my manager. I’ll wait until you’re done and if she wants to tell me something such as to give it to you for free, just let me talk to her and we can resolve this situation’. Why the hell should I be bothered for that paltry salary?
The best part about the job was that sometimes guys would come to the door in nothing but a towel or nothing but shorts. Sometimes women would too, but that was less interesting to me, usually. Still, it was a perk to an otherwise thankless, low-paying, unfulfilling job.
Man, is that blender a beauty. I like the red one.
You know, Mojo, my disparaging remarks ’bout the pizza delivery guys was just… you know… a way to make a GTA joke. No one need take it personally. I’ve never delivered pizzas, but I’ve had plenty of thankless, low-paying, unfulfilling jobs. At least you got a glimpse of a towel-clad guy or gal once in a while. People never wore towels to Quincy’s.
And it may surprise you to hear this, but I’ve never once murdered a pizza delivery boy. Though I did once try to molest a Chinese Restaurant delivery guy. But hey, I tipped him well.
And I usually try to talk KK into playing other things - board games and card games and stuff. My mother is just old and doesn’t understand that video games aren’t like Pong anymore.
Pong!
Brilliance.
We used to have Pong. There was a time when my parents were ahead of the curve technologically, then they slowly went into the old age decline of “You say there’s clocks what have the time written right on them?” that seems to inevitably happen. So we had Pong when no one had Pong. I could do it long paddle, short paddle, double paddle!
Then we got Atari! My parents would get together with my aunt and uncle and they would have Kaboom! battles on Atari. Loser would have to host a steak cookout. My cousins, my sister, and I would play Uno because we couldn’t get onto the Atari, what with our parents battling it out. I would always be paired with my cousin who later was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Say what you will about those with bipolar, but they can make a card game interesting. She and I would cheat like mad, and my sister and other cousin would wonder how we won so often. My BP cousin didn’t even care about the winning, she just cared about the cheating and seeing if anyone would notice it. She’d cheat and lose just for the thrill of cheating.
She was pulled over for speeding 27 times and NEVER got a ticket. She just flashed those blue eyes, shook her blonde hair, and then started the manipulations that Bipolar people are so good at. They can charm the pants off a never-nude. Or Southern hick policemen out of speeding tickets.
And my parents also got a VCR before anyone else. Betamax, Baby!
And then my parents lost that curve. Took them a while to admit and then even care that Betamax had lost to VHS. We never upgraded past Atari and those Kaboom tournaments became a thing of the past.
What was I talking about that took me down this particular memory lane?
Oh! Pong!
Yeah. Games have come a long way, baby. A the Girl finds it hard to believe people could be entertained by an outline of a triangle “shooting” at irregular outline shapes. But in the day, “Asteroids” was the shit!
I actually wrote, “was the shirt!” and then had to correct myself.
If people came into Quincy’s in a towel, I might have eaten there more often. The big fat yeast rolls just weren’t draw enough.
Asteroids! I loved it. Yeah we had pong early on too. My dad was a neo-phile. And we too got an atari.
I’ve never been too enamoured of the BP folk. I’ve always been a schizo-magnet. I don’t know why, but schizophrenic people LOVE ME. And I like them - in small doses. Problem is, there are NO SMALL DOSES when it comes to schizos. Every single one I’ve ever known has gotten super-attached to me, and you know me. I don’t want anyone up my ass all the time, schizo or not. I likes my space.
Well it looks like mom has finally gotten wise and taken away the GTA game. I expected KK to make more of a fuss, but she just happily plays the Sims.
Is it just me, or does Aphrodite in the Pan picture look like she has syphilis?