Deep Vermillion
Understandable. gonk Obviously one has to consider other people when staying up late, whether it's family member or other tenants. That's like the first rule of insomnia. xp
Indeed. At the very least, Boychild should know this, because of the OH s**t SOMETHING'S COMING sense training.
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You'll notice that this Sense isn't trademarked, because it's nothing original. Every guy who grew up in the mid-90's has this sense. It's a sense born out of necessity, for survival. Allow me to explain.
Back in The Day, the internet was a way different beast than it is now. Now, it's a vast and expansive resource...for porn. But back then, the internet WASN'T for porn! Shocking, I know, but bear with me. Of course, there was porn on the internet, but it wasn't easy to find. You had to lie to hundreds of disclaimer screens, and even then probably join some really expensive membership. It could take hours just to find a site with free pictures. Nowadays, you can download porn DVD rips in under an hour. We've come a long way, baby.
So for us adolescent males, unless our dads had an easily accessible stash of videos or magazines hidden away somewhere, in order to get our fix we had to rely on skin flicks on HBO/Showtime/Cinemax late at night (Cinemax was particularly good...thus earning it the nickname Skinemax). These B-movie bombs were absolute wastes of the reels they were produced on, their only purpose was to get some B-list actress (usually Shannon Tweed) naked and in a softcore sex scene for a minute or two. Even then, all we really got was boobies (not that I'm complaining, I likes the boobies...) This was our porn fix, ladies and gentlemen. The current generation of young boys have NO IDEA how good they have it.
We'd check our handy Premium Entertainment program guide, using the warning labels as a gauge (BN = brief nudity, N = nudity, SC = strong sexual content). We'd scan the movie listing until we got to something that perked our interest ("N, N, BN ******** you, N....SC?! We have a winner!"), and then try to watch that movie late at night, while the rest of the family was asleep. As you can imagine, this was quite the stealth operation. We watched the movie without any sound (trust me, we weren't missing anything) and acutely aware of everything that went down in the house. We could discern every little nighttime sound, from the crickets chipring, the family pet moving around, the wind through the trees, when someone was moving around in bed, and even the bed noises - general rustling, trips to the bathroom, or the "Hey, I think the downstairs TV is on!" roll-over. In case of emergency, we could switch the channel to Scooby-Doo reruns, throw ourselves on the couch, and pretend to have fallen asleep while watching cartoons. In order to live this lifestyle, we had to perfect the "Oh s**t, something's coming!" Sense. It was this sense I would have to rely on for the rest of the day.
Back in The Day, the internet was a way different beast than it is now. Now, it's a vast and expansive resource...for porn. But back then, the internet WASN'T for porn! Shocking, I know, but bear with me. Of course, there was porn on the internet, but it wasn't easy to find. You had to lie to hundreds of disclaimer screens, and even then probably join some really expensive membership. It could take hours just to find a site with free pictures. Nowadays, you can download porn DVD rips in under an hour. We've come a long way, baby.
So for us adolescent males, unless our dads had an easily accessible stash of videos or magazines hidden away somewhere, in order to get our fix we had to rely on skin flicks on HBO/Showtime/Cinemax late at night (Cinemax was particularly good...thus earning it the nickname Skinemax). These B-movie bombs were absolute wastes of the reels they were produced on, their only purpose was to get some B-list actress (usually Shannon Tweed) naked and in a softcore sex scene for a minute or two. Even then, all we really got was boobies (not that I'm complaining, I likes the boobies...) This was our porn fix, ladies and gentlemen. The current generation of young boys have NO IDEA how good they have it.
We'd check our handy Premium Entertainment program guide, using the warning labels as a gauge (BN = brief nudity, N = nudity, SC = strong sexual content). We'd scan the movie listing until we got to something that perked our interest ("N, N, BN ******** you, N....SC?! We have a winner!"), and then try to watch that movie late at night, while the rest of the family was asleep. As you can imagine, this was quite the stealth operation. We watched the movie without any sound (trust me, we weren't missing anything) and acutely aware of everything that went down in the house. We could discern every little nighttime sound, from the crickets chipring, the family pet moving around, the wind through the trees, when someone was moving around in bed, and even the bed noises - general rustling, trips to the bathroom, or the "Hey, I think the downstairs TV is on!" roll-over. In case of emergency, we could switch the channel to Scooby-Doo reruns, throw ourselves on the couch, and pretend to have fallen asleep while watching cartoons. In order to live this lifestyle, we had to perfect the "Oh s**t, something's coming!" Sense. It was this sense I would have to rely on for the rest of the day.
