Tales of D'Oh!

So, as I’ve mentioned elsewhere, I’ve gotten myself completely hooked on George R.R. Martin’s Ice and Fire series. I’m in the middle of book three, (3 of 6 that is,) all of which I’ve already bought because it’s clear that I absolutely have to know, to the extent that it’s been decided, how this mess turns out.

There’s a great deal I dislike about the books, especially the manner in which women are portrayed, and there are certain elements of it that are just wholly inappropriate for me to be reading about right now, but there it is. My curiousity is raised and there’s nothing else to be done but just plow through them.

The reason I started this whole mess? I wanted to find out who this Cthulhu character was. I just looked it up today because I thought it odd that his name hasn’t come up yet. I really thought once we got North of the Wall I’d start hearing about him.

:smack: D’Oh! :smack:


Anybody else got one?

Well, along those lines is my “Wheel of Fortune” story:

I moved in with my wife a few months before we got married, and I came over for dinner a lot before then, as well. Every evening, we’d watch the NBC local news, and right afterward, Wheel of Fortune would come on. I wasn’t a fan, but she never turned it off, and I was the “new guy”, so, not wanting to rock the boat, I played along and watched it. We went on like this for about four years.

Then, one night, my wife makes a comment: “Well, I guess I’d better turn it to your favorite show.”

I’m confused. “What?”

“You know, Wheel of Fortune.”

Still confused. “That’s not my favorite show.”

“But you always make us watch it!”

Huh? “It comes on after the news, and you never turn it off! I only watch it because you watch it!”

“Me? I don’t even like Wheel of Fortune!”

“Neither do I!”

So, apparently, we’d both been watching Wheel of Fortune for years, even though neither of us liked it, because we both thought the other one did. Communication: it’s what makes a healthy marriage.

For those of us that haven’t read this series would you clue us in to why this is a d’oh? :slight_smile:

I pick up the phone.

My brother (whispering): “If it’s X, tell him I’m not here.”

Me: “He says he’s not here.”

Brother: :eek::mad:

Me: :eek::o

Cthulhu is the creation of H. P. Lovecraft, and has nothing at all to do with George R.R. Martin’s books.

TruCelt, when you’re done with that series, the complete works of Lovecraft is available free from here, and the Call of Cthulhu is pretty short. There’s also an excellent free audio book here of just that story, and a podcast episode that discusses it.

There are also dramatizations here, as they would have been broadcast at the time they were written.

http://foo.ca/wp/chick-tract-satire/who-will-be-eaten-first/

You know, that might explain it. Maybe I had confused R’Lyeh with R’Hllor. Hmmmnnn.

My uncle came up to see us (this was in the 70’s) during one of his “once a year visits” from NJ. Even better, my grandma from DE also came along.

Us kids were all excited, and my dad decided to make it a memorable night by treating everyone to a dinner at this fancy-schmancy [to us] restaraunt.

My sister orders the “ground beef steak”, not realising it was just a hamburger patty without the bun.