Temptation too great
So here we are sitting on a side street in Carson, CA (basically Los Angeles), having just eaten at our favorite restaurant in the area, a little place simply named Thai BBQ. The barbecue chicken and fried rice is to die for, and they have these things they call angel wings, which are chicken wings stuffed with yummy stuff (I’m not sure what it all is, but it’s delicious). We are two very happy and satisfied hags.
We’re not the only happy and satisfied people in the area. This dark street where we’re parked, we’re pretty certain, is where local hookers bring their johns. They drive up and park for anywhere from three minutes to no more than ten, and ply their trade. We can’t see much but ducking heads, which is really too bad, since Hedon and I are both curious sorts, even about vaguely repulsive sights.
While Hedon navigated around the L.A. area earlier today, I kept my head down in the bunk (always the best plan when Hedon is driving in L.A., for both our sakes), and goofed around on the internet. I learned that flamethrowers are actually legal in many states and that there is some legal drug named salvia that gives brief hallucinations which are so powerful it frightens some people from using a second time. I also learned what a MILF is, what Bukkake* is (*Edit — do not look this up if, uh, strange sexual practices turn your stomach), and that they actually make a sex toy for dogs.
I also learned that the likes of J.K. Rowling, Jewel and Bill Gates aren’t quite the rags to riches stories they would have us believe. And I discovered a number of former fashion trends which killed people. Yes, corsets were on the list.
All of this handy information came courtesy of Cracked.com.
Elsewhere on the net, I caught up on some blogs, checked on the latest WNBA news, then wandered over to Yahoo to see what was going on in the world.
After reading a couple of actual news stories (one particularly frightening story about Libya’s Ghadafi being named to head the African Union for the next year), I decided to see what the current entertainment news was.
As you know, last week I confessed to the rather salacious shows I watched on TV while I was home. I had thought I would try to clean up my act next time home, but then I wandered into the TV section at Yahoo today.
Piece of info #1 — CBS has ordered a new reality series in which an adult’s family will select a mate for them, who they will then marry. The show will follow the marriage. The working title is “Arranged Marriage.”
Piece of info #2 — On Mondays, on ABC (a network we don’t receive, but which often re-runs its stuff on cable channels we do get), is “True Beauty.” Apparently, beautiful people compete in a beauty contest, but there’s a twist. The contestants don’t know that it isn’t just their looks that are being judged, but also how they behave, i.e. how pretty they are inside.
Piece of info #3 — Logo premiered a new show tonight featuring Rupaul, “Rupaul’s Drag Race.” In this reality competition program, Rupaul hosts and judges the contestants to find “The Next Superstar Drag Queen of the World.”
Now, I ask you, how in the ever-loving hell am I to keep the resolution to clean up my TV act when those crafty bastards in the reality programming world are throwing at me such unbelievably tempting programming? It’s impossible, I say, to resist it. Singles desperate enough to agree to a televised arranged marriage, narcissists judged on morality, and, oh my god, competing drag queens? How can I not watch that?
As I write this, I am fighting the temptation to dash to the TiVO site and remotely tell my TiVO at home to record the Rupaul show. Argh! I’m no good at willpower.
Where’s that leftover Thai barbecue chicken?