“How do you stand it?” asked Slim. “It’s so quiet in here!”
I get that a lot when someone new comes to my house. Remember I don’t have a television and you should also know that I don’t have internet either.
You know what else I get, though? People, who upon arriving at my house say that they would die without the noise, falling asleep on my sofa because they are just so relaxed in my marshmallow house. Slim is one of the many whom I’ve found laid out under the fan, hand resting on a sleeping Murphy’s head, snoozing. It only takes about ten minutes for that to happen and then suddenly, everyone is converted to my way of living.
Well, not everyone. Luke is not converted. Luke actually has a giant man-television in his bonus room on which he watches football and other assorted man-TV. Sometimes when I drive by his house and see the glow of the television, I get sort of . . . . jealous. I miss the mindlessness of television on occasion. I miss the laziness of it after a long day, when holding up a book with two whole hands is just too much work. I texted Luke about it one night.
“Hey, can I come watch tv with you sometime? I promise not to talk during any football games and I can bring food.”
Turns out those were the magic words. “Come any time,” he said, “and I like chili.”
One Sunday evening soon after that I ran into him in his yard. “Tonight is the season finale of True Blood,” he said. “You should come watch it.”
“What’s True Blood?” I asked.
“I’ll explain later,” he says. “What are you cooking?”
That evening I put on decent pajamas, ones that cover my whole body, and a hoodie and traipsed over to Luke’s house. I first made my nosy inspection of all his rooms, his washer and dryer and his closets, having never been through his entire house. Then I perched on his futon sofa, highly anticipating a fantastic, lazy, mindless television experience.
That is not at all what I got. Firstly, I learned that True Blood is a vampire show and secondly, I learned that there is all kinda nudity and sex in it. Luke sort of knew that but after about two full-on nudie, really uncomfortable, not-much-left-to-the-imagination-sex scenes, he tentatively said, “Erm, I didn’t realize there would be so much of . . . . that . . . .” as he waved his hand in the general direction of the television. I could barely look at him and we both did that nervous giggle – a very tepid and strangled heh. Heh, heh, gurgle, heh. It only got worse when we saw some full frontal male nether parts. We both sat there, crimson and quiet.
So that lasted for an hour. He flipped around the channels after True Blood and then I got to experience Duck Dynasty and that was eye-opening. Also, cleaner. I enjoyed it very much. We ate M&Ms and watched television and for one half hour, all was marvelous, mindless and lazy. I am a Duck Dynasty convert.
I have other news to share with you. I have no nifty segue, though, so I’ll risk the jarring leap and just jump right in.
You remember my sister, Martie, right? The one who is practically my twin? I mean, look at us. Could we be more alike?
Martie’s musical talent:
Jimmie’s musical talent:
Erm . . . huh. How bout this one?
That’s right, folks! Martie has a blog and you should totally read it! Especially this one, as it’s my favorite. Plus, she has a contest going and you could potentially win cool stuff. We will link to each other often, so get ready. You now have two of us! Heh. Heh, heh, gurgle, heh.