hey so was watching an American dad yesterday and didn't laugh at it at all! wasn't coz of in a bad mood or anything, it just seemed formulaic and just never ended up having a good laugh, it's the near death experience, they're out looking for a xmas tree in the cold and then stan dies and goes to heaven and his lawyer doesn't have wings n' stuff and God plays with dinosaur toy and Stan holds a gun that works in heaven to God's head........... it was entertaining enough, just never laughed --- wasn't even going to mention that at all but then saw some more family guy today --- was actually trying to remember which American dad it was (just outlined now) and couldn't remember it but then upon blogging it came to mind..........
musing about whether to mention it yesterday on blog, the thing it brought to mind was my dad saying to me: "i don't see you laughing", like when he watched fawlty towers with john cleese he'd really be laughing, but whenever he saw me watching a sitcom from America or something like that and I wasn't laughing he'd always remind me ---- musing upon that made me remember my pizza hut memory with the old man
maestro, music please.......... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ce5Qdcb3njk
so tonight watching the 'Oscar gold' episode of American dad I was really laughing hard, the tears were rolling out (of laughter) ---- roger plays 'Oscar gold' a retarded, alcoholic jew that hugs herman goering..... very funny....... after that they had the 200 episode catch up with the writers and some of the voices from family guy --- it's like a documentary but couldn't stay to watch it coz had to go to work, guessing that was around 69 episodes ago because now, apparently, they've done 269 episodes and are having a summer holiday I guess
anyway, the pizza hut incident, I was at pizza hut in mt druitt with my dad, it hasn't been there anymore for decades, they replaced it with a gas station but it was nearby the k-mart on railway parade -- it was just me and my dad and I can't remember if it was already around 1990, I guess it was, or maybe earlier, can't remember......... I think at the time my mom was spending a while in a mental hospital and my three siblings had moved out to foster families or suchlike......... it was pretty bleak but I was trying to be upbeat so I was just kind of riffing at the table with my dad about how to eat a pizza, 'first you bite this corner, then that corner then the other corner,' but by dad just thought I was being silly
another time, years before that, some kid that I used to see at a local swimming complex (indoor/heated), I guess when I was around 11 years old, although that could have been after the pizza hut thing, can't remember........ but this kid, Michael, he was a real arsehole, I thought we were friends but one day I ended up getting a ride from him and his mom (she was divorced I guess - definitely no dad around) like from swimming centre..... apparently I omitted saying 'thank you' to his mom after she helped me out with a ride, like when I got out of the car, so another day or the same day maybe, she comes along and parks across the road from my dad's house on luxford rd in bidwill....... her son comes across the road, knocks on the door, maybe my dad answered it, he asks me if I can come outside..... we are just standing talking outside my house, and then boom he just goes ahead and punches me in the gut, winding me, I guess coz I never said thanks to his mom.......... I wasn't going to say anything about it, just keep it to myself, but my dad smelled something fishy and kept pressing me for what happened coz he could see something was wrong........ I told him what happened and then had to stomp along like almost a mile up the road to the guy's house, had to tell him where it was too, and then my old man is all like thumping on the lady's door and yelling at her to come out..........their getaway car was parked outside and I think I saw a movement inside the house or something so it's like they were just kind of cowering in the house at that point.......... my old man pounded on their door some more and yelled some more and then we left --- he was steamed.........
the funny thing is, if my old man knew half of the hits I was taking from my brother, he really would have kicked his arse........... sometimes I complained and he'd go off and yell at him, maybe slap him or something........ but ironically, he'd already been too mean and violent to him in the first place, like before I was even born, so that just compounded the issues I had to deal with with regard to my brother being violent to me when I was a kid - like punching me in the face and stuff.........
I saw that Michael kid one time on a train nearby our hometown some time after that incident mentioned above, he was a real prick that guy (and his momma was a psycho hater bitch by the looks of it), I walked up to him on the train and asked him if he had a bone to pick but he didn't say anything so I just went back to my seat and ignored him..........
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that's weird, reminds me of another time when I was like 19 in 1995, I was coming home from a day at work at the Microsoft building in north ryde, the same one I drive by every weekday now in the bus...... some dummy sitting behind me on the train just decides to slap my neck.... it didn't hurt or anything and I guess he wanted to see if he could start a fight, like he was a crazy Lebanese or something -- it wasn't real scary though and I just ignored it and kept listening to my opera music or whatever, I never really cared about that and only remember it maybe less than five times in my entire life..........
dire straits are very cool, am wondering if family guy has treated on that before........ apparently not, if you youtube family guy and dire straits you get stewie debt collector:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TruXhuAO4IY
which makes you wonder about the time brian shaved himself:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aU1c6r9wstI
wow look at that, brian on mushrooms:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=86a8IP_QIe0
probably should read some sweedenborg now and sleep
have to say, I was no saint as a kid --- may have recounted on this blog already, how my brother and two sisters were mocking me for being a weak swimmer and how great a swimmer little Laura was -- Laura and I were around five years old at the time, the mocking was annoying me so I straight punched her in the nose and made it bleed, I guess my brother had already socked me by that point in the face although I can't really recall --- but my dad was shocked I would do that and my siblings too were impressed by it --- not necessarily in a positive way --- they never gave me shit about being a weak swimmer after that though.......... when my brother and I were a little older and our two sisters had moved out and it was just me and him with our mom all afternoon after school while our dad was at work -- I mean my bro should have just been out getting a life but he's a total screw up so whatever........ he was just really giving her a hard time, calling her 'mukka' over and over again, that was his mean nickname for her.......... guess him and her have plenty of time together these days to relive the good old days like that............ one time my mom brought me home some ice cream but it was like not the flavour I wanted so I straight threw it at the wall in anger --- one of my buddies caught wind of that and thought I was super low for doing that............ I guess it was just a way to put a hurt on my mom for various resentments
mentioning it now though, it reminded me of a time in early 2007, like maybe may or something - I was in sofia Bulgaria and had just spent like 5 months living with a bunch of niggers at a homeless shelter in downtown LA so I was in a really good position to get back to my rotten bastard self......... some Iraqi war refugee (like from Bush's 2003 war) was cooking me a hamburger and some Bulgarian lady was taking payment at a little caravan hamburger place -- someone did something wrong like what would piss a nigger at a homeless shelter in downtown LA off (like be white or something) so it pissed me off too I guess, so I straight took the hamburger and threw it at the wall of that caravan burger place like it was my momma giving me the wrong flavoured deli cup and then it was just a pastiche of messiness on the wall right there.......
I can tell you though my mom straight had that shit coming because when she was off her meds she was just the most annoying arse dummie you could imagine, I mean some of my first memories are of her just straight throwing coffee on all the living room walls --- she couldn't just dump her coffee down the sink like normal people, she had to throw it on the wall like she's some kind of mad artist -- shit like that makes people angry - just saying - the walls were just covered in coffee --- totally annoying dumb bitch
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