Be Excellent To Each Other

You know how it is, you've both had a hard day at work and she wants to watch Hollyoaks and pish like that and you want to SHOOT TERRORISTS in the HEAD and pish like that. How do you solve this quandary?

Lady's of Bezz: please swap the genders, Hollyoaks for Top Gear, and TERRORISTS for PINATA and so on. (Stereotypes a-hoy!, sorry.)

This is based on having my evening plans ripped up tonight by my ladyfriends desire to watch TV I was wondering how people here manage that balance. We've not really had this problem before as I've always been working. The double Irony is that the lady friend has playing lots of GTA whilst I've been working anyhow....

She goes to bed around 9pm every night, I go to bed around 2am. Recipe for a happy marriage.

Join the 20th century and have more than 1 TV in the house.

Minimizes bed time shenanigans though...



The den option then. Unless you are suggesting multiple tv's in one room?

Though to be honest we are struggling to have 1 room big enough for a TV let alone 2.

I have a den. She is watching America's Next Top Model now (hair cut episode!!!!! aparently) I am pressing f5.

Not really - they're just her bed time shenanigans.

Good point. This could work...

So what do you do while she has them then?

Play on the Xbox. Are you not paying attention?

I play* when I have the house to myself or when Mrs & Baba Z are bobos.





*GAMEZ YOU LOLLERZ NOT MY COCK FUN. much.

This is the second reason that the first game I make has a working title of "Shoot everyone from Hollyoaks in the head".

The first being "because Hollyoaks is fucking dire", obv.

We have four people and a games/music room. It works out well.

Hollyoaks was so very, very good when it first started. It's so tragic that it's ended up as Girls Aloud in soap form.

Kids are worse than partners, I've been trying to watch a DVD since 8pm, I've seen about 8 mins of it.

"3+ people: But it works like a finely oiled machine." for me.

3 people with pretty similar tastes + my housemate's girlfriend who is mostly neutral + XBMC = TV Bliss.

We kind of compromise - she watches a bit of TV, I play a few games. Usually she'll be done with the gogglebox by 10 or 11pm and I usually PEW PEW until midnight or so.
Of course, His Royal Highness Sir Thomas (my 10 month old son) is Lord and Master of the house until it's time for his beddybyes. He quite likes the pretty green light on the front of the 360 (if I dare to play games while he's awake). He likes to poke the pretty green light on the front of the 360. He switched off Daddy's game yesterday. Daddy was not amused.

It's like I don't even know you anymore.

It was an offensive stinking piss stain of a beginning. Hollyoaks has improved massively (but is still very, very shit) since we had JAMBO buying LEVI's because he'll LOOK NICE FOR YOU LADIES but OMG he's CUTTING OF THE LABEL wow he's such an INDEPENDENT MAN. The Cashier CAN'T BELIEVE HER EYES!

That is a top story line there!

I have my Den, I get home at 5:30, t'other half gets home at gone 7, she moans cos I ignore her, as I am pwning teh noobz on COD4. I then wander off and cook her dinner, then she starts to watch, property ladder, or somesuch, and I get back to pwning noobz.

We don't talk, the secret to a successful relationship.

America's Next Top Model was great last night.

In our house we haven't got space for two TVs or anything and, besides, we like being together so I don't think I'd enjoy having a den. We tend to do things that suit both of us, but if there's some gaming I really want to do, I'll do it, likewise if there's something she really wants the TV for, she'll do it.

Last night we watched BG Razor, then I played some Pain on PS3, then we watched America's Next Top Model, then played some co-op Lego Indiana Jones, then went to bed. It's good stuff.

I have my own Command Centre (Yep.. that's right.. Command Centre) so as soon as dinner is done, and the washing up is sorted, I sneak off in there and spend the rest of the night pew-pewing.

Most evenings I spend my time playing while she shouts from the other room that there's something on telly I MUST see... last time I did that, I went in and there was a kitten on telly.

A kitten.

Great.

What's wrong with kittens?

They're not puppies.

In my old flat when I was living with the ex, we had a spare room which I used as a den. Unsuccessfully. The missus insisted that we should spend all house time together, which included on her insisting that we went to bed together. Some nights I'd get away with a little pew-pew after she'd retired for the evening, but not often. Frustratingly, if I tried to sneak into the spare room, she'd follow me in there and moan at me the whole time.

Thankfully, I had a job where I had to work at least one weekend day, so I'd always have one precious, heaven-sent weekday off in which I could get in as much pew-pew as my heart desired, because she'd be at bloody work. And she wonders why we broke up!

Myself and the current Lady Zio don't live together and we do have our own seperate lives as well as 'us' time. So it's very easy for me to simply save all my pew-pew excesses for nights when we're not seeing each other. I'm not sure what it'd be like when we are living together, but she's a much more reasonable woman than her predecessor and as a result, I'm a much more reasonable guy so I can't really see it being much of a problem.

Reasons to be cheerful, part 3 (well, if you're me):

1. My Missus doesn't watch TV even remotely regularly. Last thing she did watch was Life on Mars series 2.

2. We have two living rooms, one of which is the games room where she will happily sit and use the PC while I play far too much Grand Theft Auto 4 (or whichever game I'm into at the time). The normal living room also has a TV, which is also most of the time connected to a games console, currently a SNES.

3. I also have a TV in the bedroom, which I currently use to play the Saturn or Mega Drive. In bed. (I did have to compromise to a degree here, as I have to use a TV with a headphone socket so as she isn't constantly awoken by cries of "Long Easy Right" or, even better, the cry of "SEEEEGGAAA" when a Sonic Game is first turned on).

This sounds too much like a gloating session now (or an admission that I'm very sad, one or the other), which wasn't the intention. I just wanted to point out why I couldn't really vote. There are still some shenanigans. Like her habit of talking over cutscenes, but remaining silent at all other times. And then being insulted when I go "SSSHHH!"

Oh, and :



This, but with things on the internet rather than telly. Last night it was the Walker Crisps thing where you upload a picture of your face and they turn it into some sort of Flash based pseudo 3-d-ish potato. Seemingly just to horrify me further she'd given the potato version of herself a moustache.

There's already a PS2 under the TV.

That sounds utterly obscene.

Have you seen Last Tango in Paris?

I was buying some replacement glasses, after mine got RAGED AGAINST by THE MACHINE at Leeds festival. I had to get them really quickly because I was going to Seattle for PAX immediately afterwards.

Anyway, the guy in the store kept offering me ones with garish designer labels on them. I ended up saying "Have you got any that aren't designer" and he was like "what...what do you mean? Why wouldn't you want designer ones", I the just explained how I didn't want my face to be an advert. He found me some plain black ones, for much cheaper, and they are much nicer than my old set.

I share a house with a woman who watches far more TV than I do, but it doesn't really affect pew-pew time because (a) my 360 is in the spare room with the PC anyway and (b) she usually goes to bed at 10pm, so if I do want to play on the Wii or whatever I can do so after 10.

I also have a Dreamcast, Xbox, N64 and a recently-acquired PS2 in my bedroom, but I can't remember the last time I used any of them. Haven't even set the PS2 up yet.

I play whatever, whenever. A lot of the time I can't be arsed though, as I only like a few games and don't buy things unless I've already played them or are almost certain I'll enjoy them. Consequently I've probably got less than 20 games, and perhaps 3 I might consider playing at any one time.

My wife watches quite a lot of telly, and particularly enjoys property and wedding shows. I don't really like them, so will sit and use the computer (still in the living room).

I've been meaning to get a spare 360 power supply and a long ethernet cable so I can take the 360 into the bedroom and play without having to arse about with the wires hidden behind the big telly. She doesn't really enjoy video games all that much and doesn't really like to sit watching me play them, although she often sits with me and reads a book or something instead.

Mrs C won't do that unless I've got the volume off. The sounds of BANG BANG DEATH aren't relaxing, apparently.

The only thing we have to think about is things like who is going to be using the gaming PC, as she plays Lordy Lordy Online and I play EVE and Defcon and stuff.

We both play 360 though, so we just work out one playing one and one playing the other. They're both in the same room so we still talk through that. She loves the Lego series so we've played through those on co-op, and she's now at the end of Puzzle Quest too.

Works pretty well, in all.

Oh.

More than one of the options applies, so I just chose the 'den' one as that's what I have... a second living room with second TV. Because of, yes, *country's* Next Top Model, and CS fucking I.

*country's* next top model is one of the most sexist degrading patronising pieces of shit I've EVER had the misfortune to clap eyes on. Everybody involved in it, particularly the "experts" should be fucking run over with steam rollers. On live TV

I'd watch that.

However, I suspect they may jump at the chance to be EVEN THINNER that a steamroller would offer. The potential models would be disappearing leg first under the steamroller while shouting "I'm a size 6! Now I'm size 4! Now I'm size 2! Hoorah! Nearly there!" And at the end we're left with a horrifically smug red smear on the floor wearing gucci jeans.

Expert: What does it mean to you to be given this opportunity to model in "yetanotherfashionwank" mag.

What the fuck are you supposed to say to that? It doesn't mean anything you fuckwit. Ask a more intelligent question, if you can.

"It means I get a springboard to finding a wealthy, B list celebrity to shack up with and leech off."

I have my own den I can run away to when Ange starts drinking her box of wine, watching the Wedding Channel.

I would say 'watch out' but it's already too late for you.

Sometimes, I'd like to smash the Sky box to bits for the shite that it pollutes my missus's poor head with.