design challenged

what to do on a saturday night? if i were my younger self, i would try to round up the goddess girls and we would head out somewhere to raise mayhem.

considering we just spent our afternoon together -- with flugilicious, mam and ljam in tow -- that wasn't going to happen. for those in the know, ljam and mam are NOT to be mistaken for lisa's left and right chicken cutlets. her breasts prefer - "dirk" and "chesty".

instead, mam and i spent out rockin' saturday night like we spent our friday night -- on the sofa, under a blanket, yelling at the television set. to see the many levels of geekdom that resides in our house, just take a look at this picture:

nestled under blankets on the sofa on friday night, we yelled at the tv. we watched as the philadelphia flyers broke mam's heart one more time this season. yes, folks, another ugly loss and an even uglier 1-and-6 start to the season.

of course, mam had high hopes for this season -- "mr. hands-of-lead" (keith primeau) is gone from the team. we were even spared of having the "esche-hole" in goal that night. but it didn't matter. we still yelled at each bonehead move, missed pass and moment of temporary blindness suffered by the refs.

but yelling at the tv doesn't make someone a geek. and although you would think the frequent commercial break flips to see episodes of the new doctor would raise the bar on geekdom, it doesn't come close to saturday night. to any child of the 70s and early 80s who remembers the original dr. who -- bad british sci-fi with corny, tin-foil and cardboard box attempts at robotics -- this new dr. who will knock your socks off. it's classic 1999, straight-to-video cheese.

but i digress. the true level of our geek stature is measured by the fact that on saturday night, we spent a better portion of our night watching home improvement shows and yelling at the tv.

we yelled at the designer who attempt to make over a room on the show. we screamed "no" as the idiot owner attempted to put lipstick-on-a-pig and call it his new girlfriend. we cursed the color pink, all of its hues and vowed to banish from the world of paint stores. we remained hopeful, when a designer showed bold choices to soften the masculinity that abounded in this room, we bemoaned paint colors, fabric choices, overall design schemes. we shook our hands at our rustic, wide-paneled oak ceiling wondering aloud as to "why, why, why, any one would paint over decades old mahoghany panelling in good condition?"

with make-up gun set to whore, these designer and idiot owners try to make the room into something that its not. frilly pastels and chinese florals in a room deserving of leather club chairs and velvet curtains.

you just can't shake who you are. you need to accept your geekiness for what its worth. and you certainly shouldn't be putting lipstick on a pig.