Sep. 4th, 2009
My Dad is a caveman.
Sep. 4th, 2009 10:18 pmTonight, something strange happened. I walked past the TV to put my stuff away in my room. Suddenly, and without reason, the closed captions started popping up on the screen. It made Dad mad.
I came back in to wish my parents good night. I heard someone on the TV say "Murphey!" and I looked. "Hey!" I said happily, "It's Roboco-" I drifted off as the TV screen turned into a swirly black and white mess. Sometimes that happens, the set top box crashes. It's a digital bit of hardware, right?
No. No no. Dad decided it was MY FAULT. "YOU! You did it!" He started getting really angry, and I laughed. "No I didn't!"
Mum made a joke about me being Electro-girl. But Dad got *really* upset about it. I started saying something.
"Shut up, you!" he said to me, "I'm really fucking sick of you! I listen to your shit ALL DAY, and now, now you fuck up the bloody television!"
Any other time I would have dissolved into tears, but I could tell that he was having a childish moment of supreme frustration. I guess he really wanted to watch Robocop. I understand, it IS a fucking awesome movie. So I did what any other daughter accused of electro-kinetic powers would do.
I laughed my tits off at him.
Oh, and I asked him to apologise for the things he said before. He said, "NO! You did it! You have magnetic bones!"
... Okaaay! He's joking, and I know when he's trying to rile me up. Douchebag. LOL! I should set up some electro-magnetic tricks just to freak him out! Hahahaha!
I came back in to wish my parents good night. I heard someone on the TV say "Murphey!" and I looked. "Hey!" I said happily, "It's Roboco-" I drifted off as the TV screen turned into a swirly black and white mess. Sometimes that happens, the set top box crashes. It's a digital bit of hardware, right?
No. No no. Dad decided it was MY FAULT. "YOU! You did it!" He started getting really angry, and I laughed. "No I didn't!"
Mum made a joke about me being Electro-girl. But Dad got *really* upset about it. I started saying something.
"Shut up, you!" he said to me, "I'm really fucking sick of you! I listen to your shit ALL DAY, and now, now you fuck up the bloody television!"
Any other time I would have dissolved into tears, but I could tell that he was having a childish moment of supreme frustration. I guess he really wanted to watch Robocop. I understand, it IS a fucking awesome movie. So I did what any other daughter accused of electro-kinetic powers would do.
I laughed my tits off at him.
Oh, and I asked him to apologise for the things he said before. He said, "NO! You did it! You have magnetic bones!"
... Okaaay! He's joking, and I know when he's trying to rile me up. Douchebag. LOL! I should set up some electro-magnetic tricks just to freak him out! Hahahaha!