Seymour On South Park

I think I make a biiiiiiiiiig mistake...eh.

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...

Ugh.

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.

Seymour On Leonid, Yeti, Dishes

Seymour, for a pet rock, is easy to read.

"Am not!"

For a rock, he's also got good ears, for something without 'em.

Seymour, for example, listens to the radio when I do at home. Not only does he hear the news, he grasps it, to some level of juvenile comprehension. For example, Seymour just heard that the Leonid Meteor Shower is happening on the evening of November 16.

And he wants me to stop it.

"Seymour, it's a celestial event, quite beyond my ability to affect. It's going to happen. No power on Earth can stop it".

"AlGore can!"

"Wha...say WHAT???"

"AlGore can stop global warming! So I figure he can stop the slaughter of all those helpless meteors!"

"Seymour...AlGore is scamming you. He can't stop global warming, except by shutting his mouth".

"He...he is???"

"Yes, Seymour...he is. Why?"

"Uh..don't check your credit card bill too closely next month...".

*rrrrr*...Life with a pet rock.

During the recent two days of snow locally, I made reference to yetis and yak, snarling traffic on my commute to work into the mountains. Seymour saw it this way:

"What yeti? Where?! I wanna see!"

"Seymour, they're out there. But they're scary. You know, like that creature you saw on the first The Outer Limits (TOS) episode that had you hiding under the love seat for a week".

"Ooooooooooooooh..*shudders*...but if they were out there, then why won't you let me fix the DVD remote to better defend us?"

"Seymour, remember when you did that with my old VCR remote, and didn't tell me?"

"Uh, no...remind me.."

"Uh...I accidentally vaporized the refrigerator...and the apartment next door.."

"That's not my fault!"

"Seymour, relax...yeti avoid people. They won't bother us up here".

"But the yaks will!"

"The yaks won't bother us, either".

"Uh-huh they will!"

"How, Seymour?"

"Everytime you get sick, YOU yak!"

"TMI and not the same thing, Seymour..."

Life with a pet rock.

And, of course, there was the time I forgot to power down the computer before I went to work. When I got home...

"Seymour, what are you doing?"

"Surfing the 'Web!"

"How is a pet rock surfing the 'web? And look what you did to the key board!!!"

"Uh..yeah..buy a stronger keyboard next time, you cheapskate!"

*Ugh*..."So, what did you learn on the 'web?"

"I learned that your dishes reveal your personality?"

*OMG*..."Okay, Seymour...what do my dishes tell you?"

"That you're chipped and haven't been done in a month..." *rimshot*

There's something really wrong with a pet rock, having access to a *rimshot*. Besides...it's been longer than a month, and I digress.

"Hahahaha"

"Not funny, Seymour".

My offer to pay the shipping for anyone who wants a pet rock, still stands.

"Does not!"