Not feeling clever anymore

[itsallovernow]

I'd like the 76 Trombones in my head to stop marching and for my vision to unblur.

I'd like the part of my brain that vacated when I decided to buy self-tanning cream for my back to return.

I'd like part 9B of Blue Eyes to be written already.

I'd like to lay on my couch and follow through with my prescribed plan to watch Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose, Young Frankenstien and Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.

I'd like to bail on dancing tomorrow night. My only consolation is that despite it being ridiculously cheesy, I am going to dance to the theme from Lawerence of Arabia.

I'd like to have the house to myself tonight. Ain't gonna happen.

I'd like M. to actually record a message on our new phone since he bitched about us having a boring, "this is so and so please leave a message" message. The options he and G. came up with include the following:

a) Welcome to M. and Thea's. And yes, we're still pissed at SciFi for cancelling Farscape. You may now leave a message. (They're sucking up, but I love them anyway. They have no intention of using this one).

b) Welcome to Tyrell Corporation. Replicants please press 1, all others press 2. (The phone doesn't have two lines - this doesn't seem to have stalled their efforts any).

c) Hello and welcome to M. and Thea's (this said in the moviefone voice). For a sensitive, sophisticated comedy about life in L.A., press one, etc.

Why can't they just say, hey, we're not here, leave a message? It's actually infringing on M.'s manhood that I want us to sound like adults when people call us. His friends all have obnoxious messages, so he feels left out. Boys are just so weird. They have now started to call and make fun of the electronic voice that plays in lieu of a greeting.

ETA: Bender meets Tyrell Corp.. This almost made my head stop hurting.

Comments

[cretkid.livejournal.com]

going with the infantile phone messages, I had a great Q line from (I think it was) Deep Space Nine :

(first me, saying): R. and E. aren't here.
(then Q): "That's right, blame me. It is my lot in life to the galaxy's whipping boy. Heavy is the burden of being me."

and then there was the time i had Riker saying:
"Could somebody get that? Can someone answer that damn ringing!?" (I don't remember the episode, but Troi was made into a cake)

Then, of course, my favorite, the Red Dwarf theme song playing in the background and me saying we weren't there.

These stupid ass messages prompted my mother to elave equally obnoxious messgages... "Rory, it's your MOTHER, the Terminator."

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[thassalia.livejournal.com]

At this point, I'd be happy to have the whole frelling theme from Star Wars play through as long as something gets recorded.