My Life: A Study In Nuttiness.

A Typical Night In My Home, 11:30 p.m.

The Place:  My bedroom, darkened with the exception of the flickering electronic light of my television. Beside me, the wife was slumbering peacefully, as was our  crazy dog who insists on nestling up tight beside my beloved until she rolls over and realizes she has entered into a platonic threesome that never ends. As for yours truly, I was left to scan the barren landscape of late-night TV in search of something worthy of my valuable time.

Among my choices were the following:

Highway Thru Hell:  For some reason I feel an urge to insert a mother-in-law joke but the words “insert” and “mother-in-law” should never be used in tandem so we’re going to forget this ever happened, all right?

The Shopping Channel:  They don’t carry comic books, porn or weapons. Why the hell would anyone with a penis-that-prefers-to-visit-a-vagina ever watch this station?

You Gotta Eat Here!:  No, I don’t.

Castle:  A great show, actually, but Detective Kate Beckett (Stana Katic) is inexplicably, ridiculously, four-alarm, Chernobyl reactor meltdown, “How can anyone human and not plastic be that perfect?” hot so I had to stay away. The last thing I needed was to become aroused; that’s the moment the wife will roll over, take notice of my condition and say,

“Yeah right. Dream on, Butt Boy!”

Duck Dynasty:  I’d rather eat glass in the company of the entire Honey Boo Boo clan than spend a minute watching a bunch of filthy-rich, deceitful (the Robertsons are as genuine as a three-dollar-bill), homophobic rednecks drag the A&E network further down the toilet than they already are.

Did I mention Castle? I did? Oh well, the pic was already lined up, so…

In the old days, before television supposedly cleaned up it’s act, I’d watch “Blue Movies” on Toronto’s City-TV. Of course, the “films” they broadcast were soft-core masterpieces, but… you know what? I’m a guy; I shouldn’t have to justify why I prefer to watch beautiful women engaged in various sexual acts – and so I’m not going to.

And that, my friends, is how you keep a marriage fresh. Never ignore the humor in the everyday and you’ll be fine. Of course, it should be noted that I am not a licensed marriage counselor, but you can trust me, I’m a bellman.

See you in the lobby, kids…

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About The Hook

Husband. Father. Bellman. Author of The Bellman Chronicles. Reader of comic books and observer and chronicler of the human condition. And to my wife's eternal dismay, a mere mortal and non-vampire. I'm often told I look like your uncle, cousin, etc. If I wore a hat, I'd hang it on a hat rack in my home in Niagara Falls, Canada. You can call me The Hook, everyone else does.
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19 Responses to My Life: A Study In Nuttiness.

  1. I’m not sure but did you mention Castle?

  2. I like Castle but I haven’t watched it in a couple of years. My first love is NCIS and Mark Harmon… But I am totally smitten with Yannick Bisson now too… THANKS for that!!

  3. Austin says:

    While I watch Castle because it’s a cool show, the Beckett Hotness Factor also plays a huge role in why I never miss an episode. 🙂

  4. Stana Katic is ridiculously good looking. I approve this celebrity crush.

  5. 50g says:

    Back after a few years of absence… Damn, you’re still as funny as when I left 🙂 Just spent the last what, 30 minutes? reading your latest posts, and I got immediately back to where I left…
    Dammit, Hook, you’re good!
    For the note, you don’t have to remember me, I’m irrelevant 😉

  6. curvyroads says:

    Thank you for articulating how I feel about those Duck Dynasty morons. 😀

  7. List of X says:

    Now I have to wonder, would you watch Duck Dynasty if Stana Katic were on it?

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