08.22.2003 - 11:50 a.m.
"Robot parade, robot
parade, robots obey what the children say!"
Oh yeah, that's stuck. Stuck
right in some cranial fold, probably obliterating something vaguely
useful like remembering how to convert fractions to decimals.
I went to see Gigantic on Wednesday, which by the way is
hilarious and you should totally see it if it comes through your
town, even if you do think They Might Be Giants is music for
geeks, which is true. The scene with the high school debate team
arguing over the meaning of "Particle Man" is worth
the price of admission, right there.
I went with my friends Chiara,
who are all so funny I think I may have peed myself on three
separate occasions that night from laughing.
Ha ha! I am just kidding. About
the peeing. (Maybe.)
Scott was kind - or EVIL -
enough to bring me a copy of his newly created TMBG monster mix
CD, and that's where I heard it for the first time.
"There's electric cars,
there's electric trains, here comes a robot with electric brains."
It's taking over my hypothalamus!
O, the sweating!
Ahem. Unhand me, strange desire
to make anatomical brain jokes of dubious quality.
JB is coming home tomorrow,
weather willing (it's typhoon
season in Hong Kong, apparently). I'm looking forward to his
return, because it seems I have forgotten how to entertain myself
in any decent manner when I'm alone. For instance, I watched
the entirety of Eight Legged Freaks on Tuesday, even though
I have (the shame!) ALREADY SEEN IT. And last night, I spent
a good 20 minutes transfixed by Dog, who was licking the bottom
of a cool whip container and moving it around the living room.
Oh, and I killed about an hour
the other night batting wildly at myself after walking into a
spider web. That was a party in a can, let me tell you.
I'm playing hooky today, and
I'm not the only one: the Workplace Excuse-O-Meter is in full
rotation this morning churning out various emailed explanations
for being out of the office. Two separate people have sick cats,
and one person simply said he was going back to bed but he expected
to be in for his massage later.
Workplace: attendance optional!
Massages required by law. I'm never bitching about that place
"Wave the flags that
the robots made!"
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comments so far.
I have moved. - 1.03.2005
Obviously, a work in progress. - 12.27.2004
Happy holidays! - 12.24.2004
Listen, I am not a complete dick, it's not like I want Joe to die alone surrounded by cats or something. - 12.23.2004
Plus I am convinced my butt is extra big when it's upside down. - 12.22.2004