Uh, yeah. This so-called life. I’ve had dreams conducted entirely in chat or MSN Messenger. And some people don’t even dream in colour: I dream in FONTS, with SMILIES, bitches! Animated smilies! How’s that for livin’ la vida virtual?
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Whaaaaaaaa! Why does LA have all the cool resistance meetings? They don’t have any actual resisters down there in the first place! Tell that Reznor to get his sorry ass up here to the Republic of East Vancouver like, now, or I’ll sic Greenpeace on him. He’ll get his butt Birkenstomped!
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We know what it’s like. It’s two in the morning, your hand won’t let go of the remote, and your innate optimism is driving you to click past yet another NADs commercial, whispering there must be something good on, there must be something good on…and so dawn finds you, bleary yet hopeful, thumb numb, clicking onward in search of the one interesting show that has to be out there.
Allow me.
Ladies, gentlemen, and undecided, we present the one channel on which you can all depend. No, not the Yule Log.
Available 24/7, Cheddarvision never disappoints. Like Fox News or state channel of a banana republic, you always know what you’re going to get: a wheel of cheddar, slowly ageing on a shelf in realtime. If you’ve ever thought that Watch the Grass Grow cam was too fast-paced, if you’ve ever thought that watching slo-mo replays of golf got you too riled up before naptime, if you’re the kind who eschews cough syrup because you might get a wicked high, then this is the channel for you. Watching a wheel of cheddar age has got to be more interesting than the gossip around the canasta table in the ward lounge.
If not, email me. I love a good canasta tale.
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