Zach and Cody have rotted my brain....

As the title of this post implies, I have been subjected to way too much Disney Channel lately.  My wonderful 6yr old son has somehow come to the conclusion that Zach and Cody are the penultimate in all things cool.  I beg to differ, but somehow my opinion is consistently disregarded in this matter.

I never intended to let the boy get too into television.  My rationale?  Having always had a weight problem myself, I didn't want the kid to be encouraged to be a couch potato.  Besides, there is precious little on TV that he would like that I can stand to watch also.  And he's a really active kid... soccer, baseball, guitar lessons, playing outside with the neighborhood kids, all of that.  But he has developed an infallible sixth sense... he feels it in his bones when Zach and Cody are on the tube.

Their hotel (now cruise ship--who lives on a cruise ship??) hijinx are as irritating to me as a splinter under a fingernail.  I have an irrational aversion to these little blonde moppets.  I can't even tell you why I have such antipathy toward these kids.  Maybe it's because you can see the plotline coming a mile away.  Maybe it's because they play the cute card until I scream for mercy.  Maybe it's because the show just plain blows.  I dunno... but I can't stand it anymore.

They make me want to pull an Elvis and shoot up the TV.  

Some people are just messed up...

I got to thinkin' about this after my last post.  My fathead brother (fhb) is where the thought originally started.  The PBG made a very perceptive observation about his revolving-door wives, that the common denominator in all that mess is him.  Which of course brought on the conclusion, Hey...know what, fhb IS fukd up!  And there are many things that factor into his fukdupedness....  but then, I saw this isht on the TV about freakin' Octomom getting an offer to do porn!  

Now, this is fukd up.  First of all, allow me to say, ewwwww.  Just ewwwww!  Then allow me to observe, this waste of space needs an eviction notice.  I want her off of my planet.  

She has the audacity to irresponsibly reproduce into double digits without a means of providing adequately for the children.  She starts up a web site asking people to help her to provide for said children, then gets photographed buying makeup at the M.A.C. counter (I'm pretty sure that lipgloss coulda bought some Pampers).  She's about to lose her current living situation and yet has the ovaries to be looking at a crib listed at 1.5 million.  

So why should I be surprized that the porn industry is knocking at her door? The surprize will be in her not conforming to character and further compromising her eternal soul by turning down a job on her back.  What do you think the title will be?  There's already a copyright on Octopussy, so that's out....

In all honesty, fhb is starting to look pretty damn normal!  He's still a fathead, tho.