Ok, so last night I watched Who Wants To Be A Superhero on Sci Fi. It's a so-called reality show hosted by Stan Lee that has people dressing up like superheroes and completing challenges with the prize being an actual Marvel comic based on their hero.
Mrs. Marius has a much higher tolerance for lower quality entertainment than I do, I mean she's actually seen Bio-Dome all the way through, and she got up about a quarter of the way into the show to go read. I wanted to stop watching. I wanted to go read, or imagine next year's taxes, or wax my back, or anything else, but I couldn't. It was like watching a rhino fuck a volkswagen. You know you should just turn around and walk away, but you're riveted with disbelief and repulsion. And at the end, I was actually curious about next week's show.
I think it's time for an intervention. Are you allowed to ask for one of those?
Yours with plummeting cool points,