Just recently, my mother had trouble getting to sleep because my Dad was making noises in the middle of the night. When it comes to sounds, my mother is something of a light sleeper, especially if the offender is outside her bedroom door. (I've had to stay completely silent when on my late-night excursions when my writing inspiration kicks in) So you can imagine her frustration when the perpetrator of sound pollution happened to be lying right beside her. To make matters more infuriating, even after prodding and pushing the offending person to stop the noise, the perpetrator barely took notice of the assault on his person, and promptly stayed asleep, leaving my poor mother feeling more tired and awake than ever.. For her, getting up is easy. It's staying asleep that's hard. Oftentimes, she'll spend the night awake dealing with her personal insomnia all on her lonesome. It's very annoying when you're tired and everybody else seems to have an easier time falling asleep than you.
|"Pictures, or it didn't happen."|
In contrast, my father is the very opposite of this condition, which infuriates my mother to no end. He can fall asleep at the drop of a hat, often without any need for meaningless buildup. His choice spot for rest and relaxation is where countless men have chosen for their refuge: in front of the television set.
Usually, he'll be watching some awful B-movie with terrible jokes, and he'll be really enjoying himself, when all of a sudden, overcome with a wave of euphoria, he'll suddenly falls asleep sitting up. Sometimes he'll be eating his supper at the table and then he'll nod off with his head hanging slightly above the plate, with his utensils still in his hands. Often, he'll sleep sitting up for a good while, while the action continues in front of him unnoticed, and then wake up and then continue watching the program without caring about missing a large chunk of the narrative.
|This is not an accurate dramatization.|
|Included mainly for the throwaway panels.|
I'm a little of both camps, since I'm constantly living in a world where I seem to be missing the script and nobody's bothering to correct my lines. That's why I've take steps to ensure that all the comic links in my sidebar go straight to the first strip, baring some exceptions, depending on whether it's serial or episodic. It's always good to make a good first impression.
Getting back to the bedside manners, my mother was undergoing some heavy painkillers to deal with some recent dental surgery, and was planning to listen to some relaxing nature sounds on tape to unwind. It was at this point that dad pointed out that his meditation method was plucking dandelions and mushrooms off the lawn. When he's outside in his element, being outstanding in his field, he feels totally at ease, and suggested using that method of relaxation for my mother. Mom understandably wasn't convinced, since she's more likely to participate in Reading than Weeding.
|This seems excessive.|
|It's only funny when it's not happening to you.|
On the other hand, it's somewhat of a lost cause not having a potential audience get my jokes.
It's raining, it's pouring,
My old man is snoring.
He went to bed
And got bumped on the head
And can't get up no morning.