Lucky there's a family guy (unless you live in Venezuela)

With my back still very sore I bit the bullet today and made my way - gingerly - to the nursing station after school, in order to see if they could prescribe me any ointment or cream to relieve the pain. I was given some anti-inflammatory tablets and I've tried rubbing some on my back but they don't seem to be doing any good so far. Maybe I'm doing something wrong...

On a lighter note, yesterday saw the first show in the new season of Family Guy, and I must say that it was one of the funniest episodes I've seen in a long while, although I'm not sure if the Disney Corporation would agree! It's at times like these that I'm glad I don't live in Venezuela (not that there actually are any other times when such a thought crosses my mind), because Family Guy has actually been banned there due to the fact that it 'promotes the use of marijuana.' In the past, The Simpsons was also banned as it 'sent messages that go against the education of girls, boys and adolescents.' Guess which morally righteous and uplifting show they put on instead...?

Baywatch.

Venezuelan boys will now have something uplifted, but I doubt it will be their morals...

Christmas comes but twice a year

There are few greater pleasures in life than the late, unexpected Christmas present, and I have been fortunate enough to be on the receiving end twice in the past week. Firstly, Vikki gave me a collection of gifts that rather accurately summed up all that I hold dear and believe to be true: a trivia-based game, a toilet roll with jokes on, a scarf and a Family Guy DVD (OK, the scarf may have been a bit of a red herring, although it was rather stylish).

And then, to cap it all, at the weekend I was presented with my very own...wait for it...Sham Wow and Mighty Putty!!!!! (Thanks, Dave!).

Consequently my cup now runneth over, and the good thing is that I am now in a position both to mop up the mess and mend the handle should the cup topple over as well as runneth.

Life is sweet.

That's gotta hurt...

I just had to post this; I swear I'm not making it up, and this was exactly how it happened.

I was watching the CW11 channel last night (which I think broadcasts out of New York), and during the commercials in Family Guy - it was the episode where Peter goes blind after attempting to break the world record for eating nickels - there was a preview for the evening news. It trailed three stories, in this order:

"Coming up on tonight's CW at 10, we look at how the financial crisis is affecting you, we reveal the shocking surprise that a local man found in his hot dog bun, and we uncover evidence that proves that there might be truth in the story of a Brooklyn cop who claims he was sodomised with a fellow officer's walkie-talkie."

Unfortunately, I had to help out at my school's Halloween dance and I never got to see the news.

Damn shame; I really wanted to see what was in those hot dog buns.

Quagmire for President?

Any time you turn on the TV here at the moment, chances are that you're going to see either Senator McCain or Senator Obama staring back at you, and the more I see of them, the more I realise who they remind me of:

That's right; the next 'leader of the free world' will either be Glenn Quagmire (from Family Guy) or Pob (a character that will only be of relevance to our UK readers of a certain age). So, who gets your vote: the sex-crazed middle aged man, or the simple minded puppet?

....wait a moment, don't those descriptions sound a little bit familiar?

They say every country gets the leader it deserves!