So, it's Sunday night. I have a pretty lazy day overall. Bit of gym, bit of French self-tutoring, bit of cooking. My brain is nicely calmed and I have a glass of Argentinian red to hand to help eek out the last hours of the weekend.
And about an hour ago I turned on the TV, didn't pick a channel necessarily, just started watching whatever was on and 70 minutes later I am still watching it.
I know WHY I didn't turn it off immediately. Scarlett Johnanson was looking perky and was doing a little dancey thing. Normally, once this is over and done with, I would have realised it was a terrible modern romantic-relationship comedy and moved on with my life.
And yet. And yet...! 73 minutes later I am still watching this, gods, this asinine and frankly pretty offensive drivel internally cursing myself for wasting my time on it and YET...!!
He's Not That Into You... what are you, where did you come from and why in the HELL can't I turn you off??
So... Ever caught yourself watching tripe and somehow, beyond sense and reason, found yourself not switching over (or off)?
Hugo - dear lord, help me...
And about an hour ago I turned on the TV, didn't pick a channel necessarily, just started watching whatever was on and 70 minutes later I am still watching it.
I know WHY I didn't turn it off immediately. Scarlett Johnanson was looking perky and was doing a little dancey thing. Normally, once this is over and done with, I would have realised it was a terrible modern romantic-relationship comedy and moved on with my life.
And yet. And yet...! 73 minutes later I am still watching this, gods, this asinine and frankly pretty offensive drivel internally cursing myself for wasting my time on it and YET...!!
He's Not That Into You... what are you, where did you come from and why in the HELL can't I turn you off??
So... Ever caught yourself watching tripe and somehow, beyond sense and reason, found yourself not switching over (or off)?
Hugo - dear lord, help me...