It's my Party And I'll Cry If I Want To

It's official. AMC sucks ass and balls. My party's ruined. You can't have a Drink Race 2000 party without Death Race 2000, and you can't have Death Race 2000 if AMC dcided to show Barbarella. What the fuck AMC? Before bed last night I put the TV on AMC so at 3:30 we just had to wander into the living room (ok, my husband had to wander into the living room, but I was ok with that) and push the record button on the VCR. Then I decided to check the guide and make sure it was really the right channel and the right day. Thursday morning, check, AMC, check, Barbarella, che... What the fuck? Barbarella?

I checked the TV book. Thursday morning, check, AMC, check, Death Race 2000, check. Of course, occasionaly TV stations changed their mind about their line-up after sending it to the company that prints the guide up. After all, they print it up almost 2 months ahead of time. So I decided to go on-line and check the AMC home page. Thursday morning, check, AMC, check, Death Race 2000, check. The logical assumption was that obviously someone at either AMC or DirectTV reads the Daily Cud and they were just fucking with my mind. Those crazy bastards. Who do they think they're messing with?

So I get up to let the dogs out this morning and check the TV. There's Jane Fonda in a space ship, not David Carradine running over pedestrians. I guess the opposite of LMAO (laughing my ass off) would have to be CMEO (crying my eyes out). I'm sitting here CMEO because AMC SAAB (sucks ass and balls). I have 2 days to come up with a Plan B, and don't have any ideas. Maybe I'll go ahead and watch Barbarella (I think my husband went ahead and started the VCR) and see if I can't come up with something.