Because I am laptop less and can't go without computer for long, I've not actually watched anything on TV lately hardly. I am behind on everything that is currently airing. I did go out tonight to watch the first half of the two hour premiere of Terra Nova with the family tonight though. (We can only consume things in one hour blocks on weeknights since mom gets up ungodly early to commute, hence only seeing half.) The following conversations took place.
Sister: That backpack looks a lot like a person. Does no one notice that?
Me: There is not enough dinosaurs in this dinosaur show. They advertised it as a dinosaur show, and so far all we've seen is some brachiosaurs getting fed by a precocious kid. I call foul.
Mom: I know. And now it's about different WARRING groups of people? Why?
Sister: Well it's a show about people, so there had to be someone they were fighting, because that Army Guy is in it. What did you expect?
Mom: Peaceful things! Learning to live in a new place, with dinosaurs, peacefully.
Dad: Did you not see Jurassic Park? How are dinosaurs peaceful?
Me: They just want PEACE, man, we've got them all wrong. T-Rex was all about the peace, love, and dinosaurs.
Mom: You're not funny.
Me: *at the end of the first hour* THERE WAS NOT ENOUGH DINOSAURS. NO ONE WAS EATEN? HOW WAS THIS ADVERTISED AS A SHOW ABOUT DINOSAURS? IT IS ABOUT WHINY TEENAGE BOYS AND MIDDLE AGED DUDES WHO DON'T WANT TO WEED GARDENS!
Mom: I thought there'd be more dinosaurs.
Mom: It's like if someone wrote a really long story about Jurassic Park and there were almost no dinosaurs in it at all.
Me: . . . touche. (Note: Mom gave the first readover for that one. As she does a lot of mine.) There was one? I'm just saying, SOMEONE BETTER BE EATEN NEXT HOUR, OR I'M OUT. Preferably whinyblandteenageson, but that's not happening. It'll be random teenage son's love interest's friends.
Mom: You're so cynical. I had no idea you had such strong feelings on people being eaten.
Then the shot we paused on, to finish tomorrow, was some kind of ninja thing with weapons, and for all the world, it looked like the guy was wielding two giant whisks. Which led to my sister and I going back and forth with "Whisk you! I'm going to WHISK you away."
Dad: Those must have been some big eggs. And big omelette's.
Me: DINOSAUR EGGS.
Sister: THAT'S WHERE ALL THE DINOSAURS WENT!
So, we make our own fun.
Unrelated to dinosaurs, but R.I.P., Steve Jobs. Whether or not you love Apple and Apple products, I don't think anyone can deny the man helped change the world, and will be missed.
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