Of Looney Tunes, Merrie Melodies, and other miscellaneous cartoonage,
Actually I’ve been through this one before. If four hours of mostly World War Two vintage cartoons seems like overkill, it is. At this point, I have five minutes left. But what’s a sexually deprived 68 year old man to do, if he decides he’s too tired to swim tonight and his wife is boxing up sun tan lotion before Downton Abbey comes on?
Cartoons finished, wife upstairs, I’m now watching Bendita Tentacion, the Mexican trashy lingerie show. I don’t know how long this will hold my attention. Actually I miss the quiet of no TV, but I’ll settle for a gratuitous thrill from these Champions of Body & Sex Positivity from Mexico. You gotta love ’em. Looks like it’s a cancer awareness show tonight, with pink balloons and a couple of doctors on as guests. One of the lingerie models is demonstrating breast self-examinations. I don’t think you would see this show on U.S. broadcast TV.
I’m going up to the quiet in a bit. The no TV moratorium will resume.
I slept a lot today. I talked with C, #2 son, as he decided to go over Jordan Peterson’s list of 102 books to read, book by book. It’s not a bad list at all, titles worthy of being read. It’s just exhausting, but that’s how being with an Asperger’s person can be. He can’t help it. I love him anyway.
This was a frustrating day. My wonderful Asperger’s son called, wore me out, but I would do it again, just to hear his voice. I watched families with beautiful children having pizza at Mellow Mushroom. The loneliness and loss buttons were pushed hard and long today.
Now I need the sleep.