Monday, May 07, 2007

The Complaint Corner

Complaining is good for the soul. At least that's what I think. My list is endless when it comes to politics so I'm not even going to go down that road.
However, there's one thing that bugs the hell out of me and that's when I'm watching TV and somebody enters the room when the film's almost over and starts asking annoying questions.
This happened to me this weekend- and in fact it happens most of the time. The mother unit is insufferable when it comes to TV.
So, I'm watching Elizabethtown on the Devil-Box and the film's almost over-

Enters mother-unit: "Who's that?"
Me: "Mum the film's almost over, I can't possibly tell you about the characters now, do you mind?"
Mother-unit:"That's the strangest funeral I've seen, is this how it's done in the US?"
Me: Mum, I dunno- never attended a funeral in the US- seriously, the film's almost finished."
Mother-unit: "Well people who vote for that dreadful Bush imbecile must be strange, I'm sure their funeral services are weird too!"
Me: "Yeah, yeah, mum, pleeeease stop talking and let me watch the film in peace!"
Mother-unit: "Does this take place in Virginia? I read a book on Virginia and have also been hearing about Thomas Jefferson and Sally Hemings...You know she was a slave and the Americans didn't acknowledge their relationship until 1998, through DNA testing. Incredible these people!"
Me: "No Mum, this one takes place in Kentucky. And what's up with your fascination with US presidents? Now, please go read a book or something and I'll holler when it's finished."

Phone calls for Mother-unit and although the phone's totally new and cordless, she decides to take the call on the couch right next to me. Endless stories about sick relatives and more than middle-aged friends behaving badly in terms of really old love interests; you know the kind of conversation you really don't want to listen to. Mother-unit hangs up the phone and continues asking about the film...just as the end credits roll across the screen.

Mother-unit: " Oh, is it finished? What a boring film- well I just came in here to say that I'm pretty tired and don't think that I'll be watching any telly tonight. Sweet dreams dahhhling!"
Me: "Gahhhhhh" (tearing hair from head).

Who ever said that watching TV was easy?

# posted by Björkin : 1:20 PM
Comments:
tíhí, góð frásögn: )
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 8:59 PM
 
Takk takk- óskandi að þetta væri uppspuni kæri Andbæingur- en we aim to please preeeecious.
# posted by Blogger Björkin : 11:10 AM
 
I hate to be a bore (not really though) but if this is such a problem, you can always move away from your mum. Or buy your own TV-set. Og til hamingju með afmælið um daginn, koss koss.
# posted by Blogger Smali : 2:31 PM
 
Hey þú.

Til hamingju með skilin og ammælið og framboðið. Kíki á þig eftir nokkra daga með Skoskt þjóðernisvor í farteskinu.

D
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 8:36 PM
 
I must say I totally empathise; my mother has a similar illness, only she does it right from the start of the film ('So who's this then?' 'We don't know that yet, mum, just wait and see.' - 'What's that supposed to mean, then?' 'I couldn't tell you either, it's not been revealed yet, but I'm sure we'll find out soon.' - ''So what did they do that for?' 'Muuum!! Just watch the bloody film, will you!').

Ah, mothers, *sigh!* Can't live without them, but can't watch TV with them either...
# posted by Blogger Wintermute : 8:10 PM
 
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