Sunday is usually the day for me to lie down on favorite place in the world. The couch. But my little sanctuary, my safe bitter place from all the world, was very rudely interrupted when one of the essentials of couch dwelling was missing. The very thing that keeps me from moving the most was gone. The remote control was missing.
I called my search and rescue team and we got to work, scouring the world. We combed the Bedroom Forest, looking through its vast treehouses and the mystical undergrounds of the Under Bed, climbed the highest mountains including the most treacherous Laundry Peak, and even the deepest darkest Closet Caves. Just as it looked the most bleak and we would be lost in the seas of having to change the channel, gasp, manually, we found respite in the Kitchens of Mordor. We scrounged for food in the Pantry Fields, and luckily we came upon some Golden Graham Honeycombs and some Darigold Cows that we milked for just enough sustenance to make it another few minutes.
Then, after carving down some words of bitterness and demotivation on the ancient golden plates of Ben’s Bitter Blog in hopes that someday someone might read of the adventures of the Lost Remote, I had my high speed Wi-fi messengers run to the center of the world, the World Wide Web. A small cult of followers might find the words on Reader or the Email and spread the word, possibly even causing the words to cause a virus which would spread across the World…Wide Web.
Exhausted, I sat down on the Chair of Reclining, but all was not right. As I pulled the Lever of Lean Back, the Chair of Reclining would not fully recline. Something was preventing it from doing its job of making me comfortable. I stood up in an outrage, saying, “What is the meaning of this!” when the object of blocking fell down.
“The remote control!” I proclaimed. “The prodigal son has come home! Let us have a celebration! Let us killed a fatted calf!”
The others proclaimed, “Actually why don’t you just lay on the couch and we will use the remote like we wanted to before!”
“Alright great idea!” I proclaimed back.
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We later went to the Church of the Worship. As we were leaving, I felt my shoulder for the satchel of which contained the Tablet of Computations and Wallet of Money. My gut dropped to my stomach. The satchel was not on my shoulder. Back to the Church of Worship!!!
ARRRRRRGGGGHHHHHH
Bitter Loser Ben
I once found my remote in the fridge. Makes sense. On my scales of need and want, food comes before television every time.
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Was it you that left the remote in the fridge? Yeah, food is pretty valuable, but TV is right up there for me. I think the tri-force of my life would be TV, couch, food. If they are all in balance, I’m in balance.
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clever
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Sometimes I can be.
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I once lost my remote control. It only took one time to ensure it would never happen again. And after years of therapy and counseling I have been able to pretty much forget the horror of that moment…when I forgot my remote.
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I needed counseling too. My shrink brought me back to the horrifying memories before we had remotes and had to change the channel by turning the knob in a circle and I about broke down and told him never to speak of that again.
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You are a brave man indeed….to have left the safety and comfort of your couch to embark in such a harrowing journey. By the way, I am making it a point to come to your house every weekend and hide something new so be prepared with extra pizza and nap breaks. You’ll need them.
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It was a journey that left me exhausted, warn out and ready to return to the comfyness of the couch. It was a bitter journey indeed. I might just try to live without those things you hide, because that was way too much work.
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Okay, but I’m warning you…because I’m also gonna hide your TV, your computer, and possibly one of your children.
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My computer and TV? Noooooo! My children, meh. You can take them for a while.
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Bitter children. Just what I need…more of.
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Yeah a few more for you to deal with.
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Love your blogs, man. I can so relate.
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Thanks. I think there is a little bitterness for everyone around here and everyone has a little bitter inside them, just wanting to come out.
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Losing the remote is a Level 4 Emergency in my home, too. Losing internet connection is even worse!!! -_-
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It was the worst. I don’t know how we survived the morning without it. And the power and internet going is grounds for crying bitter tears.
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And I thought that losing the remote into the black hole that is my lounge room was an oddity that only happened here. -thumbs up- Glad you found yours.
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It only took all morning. Then later in the day losing my bag, I felt like the biggest loser yesterday.
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