Picture, if you will. It's 2:30 at night.
I'm watching some tv, and as is normal here in the Netherlands, after 1:30 the regular programming of the big commercial networks stops and is replaced with phone-sex ads.
Now, this is a pretty normal thing, and anyone over 16 years old who still gets a boner from watching a girl rub a Nokia 3310 across her bare chest, should be slightly worried.
So after hearing another woman moan suggestively what number to call to listen to a fictive story I press the channel up button again, to move from channel 6 towards my end goal of 11, where I have Comedy Central who is currently on a commercial break.
A few more channels of moaning girls pass me but I pay no attention to them any more.
These commercials are boring, and hardly arousing. But, I think to myself, they must be working on someone. Seeing as how about 6 major channels broadcast them each and every night.
Then I finally hit channel 11, and I see the all too familiar commercial about a electric power supplier.
"Ik zeg, doen!" any Dutchman, you know the one.
But before I can react to that, I go back a channel.
There was something odd about 10.
There was a girl, a phone number, and assuming a Nokia 3310.
But she was wearing clothes. And she was a lot older then the previous girls.
I noticed the title ASTRO-tv.
This is a physic-hotline.
And people are calling it, live, at 2:30 at night.
And take it seriously.
All drowsiness that was so useful a moment ago pops out of my head as I realize;
There are people, at 2:30, that seem to take a physic-hotline seriously, while it airs between nothing but prostitutes and phone-sex. They actually call these people for advice, who's sole business success was getting a air slot in with the smut.
I listened to the phone call she was halfway in answering, She saw the spirits had good things in store for this (assuming) middle aged, single woman. Financial success and if she followed the path of her guarding spirit, even love.
I was somewhat dumbstruck by the epiphany, so much that I actually missed the beginning of the second half of Married With Children.
Heh, Al Bundy is joining the senior citizen marathon.
I'm watching some tv, and as is normal here in the Netherlands, after 1:30 the regular programming of the big commercial networks stops and is replaced with phone-sex ads.
Now, this is a pretty normal thing, and anyone over 16 years old who still gets a boner from watching a girl rub a Nokia 3310 across her bare chest, should be slightly worried.
So after hearing another woman moan suggestively what number to call to listen to a fictive story I press the channel up button again, to move from channel 6 towards my end goal of 11, where I have Comedy Central who is currently on a commercial break.
A few more channels of moaning girls pass me but I pay no attention to them any more.
These commercials are boring, and hardly arousing. But, I think to myself, they must be working on someone. Seeing as how about 6 major channels broadcast them each and every night.
Then I finally hit channel 11, and I see the all too familiar commercial about a electric power supplier.
"Ik zeg, doen!" any Dutchman, you know the one.
But before I can react to that, I go back a channel.
There was something odd about 10.
There was a girl, a phone number, and assuming a Nokia 3310.
But she was wearing clothes. And she was a lot older then the previous girls.
I noticed the title ASTRO-tv.
This is a physic-hotline.
And people are calling it, live, at 2:30 at night.
And take it seriously.
All drowsiness that was so useful a moment ago pops out of my head as I realize;
There are people, at 2:30, that seem to take a physic-hotline seriously, while it airs between nothing but prostitutes and phone-sex. They actually call these people for advice, who's sole business success was getting a air slot in with the smut.
I listened to the phone call she was halfway in answering, She saw the spirits had good things in store for this (assuming) middle aged, single woman. Financial success and if she followed the path of her guarding spirit, even love.
I was somewhat dumbstruck by the epiphany, so much that I actually missed the beginning of the second half of Married With Children.
Heh, Al Bundy is joining the senior citizen marathon.
