My wife, her dad and myself just returned from a trip up the coast to a larger town an hour and a half away. We hit some stores, wandered around a bit and headed home. Got into the house and when my wife got out I headed for the bathroom. She flipped on the TV which was set to the history channel. A bunch of GIs were fighting heavy seas while loading into a landing craft. I stopped. The commentator said "blah blah 1943 on the coast of" 'click' The wife had found the channel control on the remote. I started towards the bathroom again. The guy that played Popeye in 'The French Connection' yeah, the famous one, can't recall the name, getting senile...anyway, he was acting up a storm, a great actor...had that gleam in his eye like something was up, things were happening. I stopped. He was saying something, the gist of which was...'click'. I started. A girl in her early 20s was belting out some song of love or heartbreak, whatever. The wife stuck on that as the bathroom door shut. As I sat there doing my business the singing girl was squeezing every bit of drippy emotion out of whatever it was. Gawd. Finally I ducked outa there and into the bedroom where we keep the computer. I shut the door so I can't hear what's on in there. It's no good in the living room.
Gene Hackman!
Anyway guys, gotta have a place to go to get away from the fairer sex, absolute must have...
Gene Hackman!
Anyway guys, gotta have a place to go to get away from the fairer sex, absolute must have...
Oh we laughed! 

She better not touch my Civ game tho.
). I've actually learned that censorship is not about the removal of words, it's about the removal of subjects.
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