Game On!

As much as I hate to give H credit for anything (and I do, I really, really, do), she introduced me to the hilarity and immaturity that is Kenny vs Spenny. What better salute to our best "boys on mugs" than to stage our own competitions?

So H: challenge happily accepted! I'm all in. I love competing for me, so much so that, at times, some people - friends, family members, boyfriends - have refused to play games with me. I'm not proud of it, but I might have been known to be rather ungracious when it comes to boardgames, card games, oh, any type of game in general. I've mellowed since then, but if H is willing, so be it.

One of the best KvsS episodes is when the boys arrange "mini-comps", a series of smaller, slightly silly competitions. Rules are simple, there's very little to plan, we'll be less likely to bore our guests, and I'll have more time to exult in my many triumphs.

Suggestions and humiliations have been noted, with thanks! We'll publish the full list before Saturday. Winner takes all; the loser is my, I mean the winner's, bitch.

Oh what the hell: suck it, H.

H vs M

I'm not one of those people who "doesn't watch TV" or "hates TV." Actually I hate those people. Smug fuckers, just because they are actually productive and participate in the world. Sheesh.

Energy-wise, I hit a major wall in the late afternoons (and after breakfast, before and after lunch, also around 3:15-ish) and TV saves me. More specifically, my favourite show, Kenny vs Spenny. And when I think about it, KvsS is actually a major influence on Sisterly Torture.

If you've never seen it, shame on you. (Though understandable, since nobody watches Canadian television.) But the concept is two best friends -- the self-proclaimed good one and evil one -- who hold weekly competitions, after which the loser suffers a massive humiliation. Competitions include "Who can stay awake the longest?" "Who can live in a van the longest?" "Who can wear a dead octopus on his head the longest?" and many more.

This show is a fascinating look at rivalry and the struggle between the forces of good and evil. It's also packed with super-immature-toilet-sexual-grossout humour, so I'll admit it takes a special person (one who is at her core, extremely immature) to appreciate its genius.

Okay, so we don't exactly hold formal competitions, but M and I certainly compete. And I don't claim to be the "good" one, but I do claim to be the better, nay, best one. So, M, when we see each other on July 28th, are you interested in a challenge (or a good old fashioned ass kickin')? Here's what I've come up with so far:

- Who can be nice the longest.
- Who can go the longest without swearing.
- Who can win at badminton.
- Who can steal the most of the other's stuff unnoticed.

As for humiliations.... any ideas?




(I saw Kenny in the grocery store once. All I could think to say was, "I have your face on a mug!" so I opted not to talk to him.)