I am now being forced to watch Children’s Television.
I was addled this morning anyway, but now I’m in a state of complete brain death.
I am being force fed Sponge Bob. He is bad enough with his American accent and slang being pumped into the next generation, but it’s the advertisements that are really bringing me to the melting point of tungsten.
They are obviously winding up for the Big Spend Fest in a couple of month’s time [I refuse to use the ‘C’ word until December]. The stuff they are advertising is the greatest load of sh*te I have ever seen. And the f*cking prices!!!!
I haven’t seen one item yet that requires a concentration span of a goldfish. They are all tacky dolls that talk [providing you with a ‘friend for life’] or dogs that talk and grow, or Barbies that [wait for it….] plug into your own MP3. Every second advertisement seems to be a Barbie this, or a Barbie that, or a Barbie DVD.
To try to make the toys look exciting, the advertisements are full of noxious little brats, all saying “WOW!” in a hushed tone of voice. And the voice-overs are worse.
Will someone please tell me in which dictionary I will find the word ‘awesomest’?
I am now going sedate myself with whatever toxic substance I can find under the kitchen sink.
Puppychild just raised an eye at me..
“Are you all right, Gwandant?”
No, I’m not, my little precious.
No, I’m not.