Hooray for Canned Food!!

Mr. Bump just left a wee bit ago. He was visiting me for the weekend, and we spent an indordinate amount of time watching the show House M.D. on DVD. Mr. Bump is not much of a vidiot, meaning he just doesn't watch tv much. He gets excited about books on economics and statistics (barf.), to the point where he can't speak or look at me for fear that his head might explode if he breaks the loving and committed gaze with the book he's been shmooing with since breakfast. I keep telling him he has a problem, but he just won't admit it.

Anyway, apart from said books, I have rarely seen Mr. Bump attach to something so immediately and intensely. Mr. Bump has taken to this show like a leach attaching to a hemophiliac. We managed to get through six episodes (back-to-back) in less than 12 hours. This is sick. I mean, we enjoyed it, and didn't even think about stopping, but it is sick, nonetheless. Also, the fact that Mr. Bump enjoyed this particular sitcom is not to say that he didn't interject comments (at a breathtaking 4.5 second interval) along the lines of "no immunologist on earth does their own ultrasounds" and "pfhm, you never hold that in your left hand, this is so fake." This was not at ALL annoying. Not even a little bit. I tried to suggest that if someone were to make a sitcom out of days from his work, they could actually euthanize people by making them watch it, and voila, less work to do! This had little effect on the rate or quality of commentary issuing forth from his pie-hole. Looking back, he may not have realized I was in the room.

In other news, my extensive fan club (ha! This blog is Top Secret! Google will not help you! If you have stumbled here by mistake, you will be visited in the night by a team of experts who will remove your...oh, right. I can't talk about that.) will no doubt be interested to know that it does not appear that anything exciting will happen this Valentine's Day. It appears that proposing on Valentine's Day is "too cliche". Whatever, dude. Groundhog's Day? Hello? Other missed opportunities: January is National Prune Breakfast Month, National Oatmeal Month, and National Bread Machine Baking Month. C'mon! Where. Is. The. Love. ?? But rest easy, Mr. Bump, February is National Canned Food Month. And we have Wave All Your Fingers At Your Neighbor Day (Feb. 7, because most people only wave one finger at their neighbors, obviously.), Umbrella Day (Feb. 10), National Battery Day (Feb. 18) and National Hoodie Hoo Day (Feb. 20, wtf is a hoodie hoo?) to look forward to. (You can play, too! Find stupid holidays at http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/)
I started this out not so much to bust Bump's balls, but more to comment on his rationale. However, having typed the last paragraph, I now realize that there are other humanoids in the world whose actions and underlying rationales for inventing the lamest possible holidays EVER are in more desperate need of smacks upside the head than Mr. Bump is.

Good thing National Do A Grouch A Favor Day is coming up...