Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Seymour On South Park

I think I make a biiiiiiiiiig
A friend loaned me Season 12 of the completely-warped animated series South Park. This is the 12th season that I have watched since being introduced to the show by this friend, back in November of 2007.
What it's done to my brain is debatably measurable, but I digress.
It is the first season that my pet rock, Seymour, has watched with me (he was in Japan and Ohio while I was getting caught up on Seasons 1-11). Without thinking much about it, I allowed Seymour to watch it with me.
After watching all of the episodes, and Seymour is...well...stunned. He can't believe what he's seeing on the screen. He can't believe the language (I confess it caught me off guard as well; through Season 11, the 'heavies' of the language were bleeped, albeit barely; not now). He can't believe most of the plot lines. He can't believe the total lack of respect and political incorrectness for everything and anything. He can't believe that I'm laughing at this irreverence.
But, for some reason....he totally believed the episode about how Peruvian flute band music keeps killer guinea pigs at bay. And nothing -- I do mean, nothing -- that I have said, was dissuading Seymour from a feeling of absolute doom.
Why? Because I don't play Peruvian flute band music here. I don't have it. I don't want to have it. It doesn't matter to Seymour that I point out that in 9 years, we've suffered not one attack from any kind of killer guinea pigs. Not one.
But Seymour is a bit gullible, when it comes to what he sees on TV. He believed AlGore's inconvenient hoax about global warming, even though, as a product of geology and having been around the 600,000 plus years of cyclical climate, Seymour ought to know better. He believed that the tapping ruby red slippers together three times, would get one "home" -- even in Kansas. And he believes that pet rocks are being deliberately left out of universal healthcare.
If I didn't know better, I'd say Seymour had been (mis)educated in public schools in Denver.
Though, Seymour did learn at least one thing that I know he didn't learn in a social engineering environment: Seymour says that the definition of a government "expert" is thus: "x" is the unknown factor, and "spert" is a drip of water under pressure. Pretty astute, for a rock that falls for other dumb ideas, and hides under the loveseat from a cheesy special effects 'monster' on The Outer Limits (TOS).
At any rate, Seymour was most put out with me for not taking the killer guinea pigs that were actually seen in the South Park episode seriously. One had even morphed into a killer Guinea Pigasaurus Rex (try as I might, I couldn't get Seymour to realize that what he was seeing was a real guinea pig, magnified on camera, digitally inserted into an animated scene, and dressed in a sock-puppet-like outfit to make it look like a monster from a 1950s "B" movie).
But then, Seymour had one of those *TOING*s that frequently lead me to make bad writing and posting decisions on this h'yar blog. And he immediately began pointing out, in his pointless manner, that I did, in fact, have music that was comparable to Peruvian flute band music.
Me: Seymour, you won't find a single CD or audio cassette of any such music here...
Seymour: Yes you will! Look at these!
He's pointing out two or three of the James Bond DVD movies I have, that have music that isn't authentic Peruvian flute band music, but arguably sounds a lot like Peruvian flute band music.
Cricket crap. I could see it now: Seymour, playing these movies, over and over and over again -- primarily the musical tracks -- to keep mythical killer guinea pigs away.
Me: Seymour, it's been 9 years here. And when have you ever SEEN a killer guinea pig hereabouts?
Seymour: uh, well, what was that leftover thing that tried to attack me in the refrigerator, hmmm?
Me: it was meatloaf, Seymour, NOT a killer guinealoaf...
Seymour: oh...well...maybe the killer guinea pigs KNOW you have these movies with the right music...
It took a little bit more persuasive discussion to finally convince Seymour that we don't need to play Peruvian flute band music 24/7, to keep killer guinea pigs at bay. The South Park episode was imaginary somethin-er-other, and nothing more, just like AlGore's climate scam.
In fact, I convinced Seymour that if we started to play Peruvian flute band music, perhaps I'd spend more time in the kitchen...
Seymour: "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"
Game, set, match, smoke.

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Blogger Monica said...

Um..Skunk? Did you inform your readers that you and Becky took over my facebook wall by acting like 3 yr olds and that you then blamed Becky and SEYMOUR?

Didn't think so...btw, you're still grounded.

25 November, 2009 07:49  
Blogger Sandee said...

You two belong together. Bwahahahahahahaha. That was really rich. Say hi to Seymour.

Have a terrific day and a very happy Thanksgiving. :)

25 November, 2009 10:17  
Blogger A Lawyer Mom's Musings said...

Well, whatever you do, don't let Seymour watch the Twilight Zone.

25 November, 2009 12:51  
Blogger Jack K. said...

Hey, man, Seymour wasn't stunned, he was stoned. Or are you the one consuming the "stuff"? Maybe it's a group party. snerx.

Have a happy Thanksgiving.

26 November, 2009 04:06  
Blogger Andy said...

Skunks! Thanks for the giggles this morning. I'm late to the party as usual. Have a blessed Thanksgiving, and please don't cook anything.

Denver Fire Fighters need a break, too.

26 November, 2009 07:20  
Blogger Seane-Anna said...

LMAO!!!!! Seymour believes the darndest things, although he's probably right about pet rocks being deliberately left out of universal health care.

Tell Seymour that if he moves to Mexico and then sneaks back into America he can get universal health coverage as an undocumented rock. And tell him to emphasize that he's been living here for 600,000 years and that giving him free health care will preserve his indigenous culture. Libtards will definitely fall for that. Hee, hee.

Happy Thanksgiving, Skunky!

26 November, 2009 11:53  
Blogger Sniffles and Smiles said...

As always, I can count on you for brilliant in point: "And he believes that pet rocks are being deliberately left out of universal healthcare." Oh, I am ROFL... tears are streaming...Pet Rocks are now going to be registered to vote...He probably thinks it's unfair that "Acorns" receive government funds and he does not!!! LOL... This was fantastic!!! I love your Seymour Stories!!! Hope your Thanksgiving was wonderful, Mike!!! Hugs, Janine

27 November, 2009 10:02  
Blogger Debbie said...

You have one warped imagination.

I don't think I've ever watched South Park. I must correct that.


Right Truth

27 November, 2009 13:24  
Blogger JMK said...

WoW! I bought a pet rock and all I got was a lazy, non-communicative lump of stone....what I wouldn't give for a talking rock right about now.

29 November, 2009 08:08  

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