"So if you need a college educated man, move on and I will pray for you!"
I just laid some groundwork for something that could either explode into a firestorm of complete and utter awesome or implode into a catatonic shame spiral……..pray for mojo.
You want to shout “I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU!” to someone, but it wouldn’t be appropriate or well-received, so you don’t shout it, you just think it and you eat it and it sits in your gut and digests until there’s a pearl in your insides that sparkles and reflects light in ten million colors of the rainbow, but no one sees them; it just waits to shine in the bloody darkness, and then, one day, you don’t need it or feel it anymore, and you shit that pearl out your ass and flush it down the fucking toilet.
Why are there soooooo many men posing with fish on OKCupid?
(Although I guess it IS a good way to signal: “Hey! I can provide for you!”)
I’m feeling confused about life these days. (Surely it’s not horribly obvious.) Is it loneliness? Boredom? A sense that I’m a shitty friend/person and then overcompensating (or worse, compensating the wrong way) to assuage that sensation? Maybe it’s because my nearest and dearest are all shacked up and I see how…nice…it can be to have a someone. For a while. Who is interested in being something together.
This has been a summer of lessons, which, I guess, should ideally mean a summer of learning. It seems like we should be able to discern things from heartbreak, to study and read the skeletons left behind when the dust has finally blown away. But it’s more like I’m just carrying this noisy sack of bones around my neck and waiting for them to whisper an answer into my ear. I’m trying very hard to listen.
Ups and downs,
lefts and rights,
virtues and vices,
the murky middle.
Holy fuck, the Mighty Boosh live tonight was one of the most incredible shows of my life!!! Noel and Julian have this special magic, and to feel it in such a small room was…..electric. Like an eel! Getting up inside ya!
So, this was a musical show, and it was incredible. Dave Brown’s voice is unreal, and to finally see all of the Boosh (including Mike Fielding and Rich Fulcher) in the breathing, sweating flesh……I’m still reeling.
As for the show, they came out in these monk outfits and announced that they’d found the world’s oldest music, then started playing this crazy version of “Electro Boy,” followed by “Little Deer” (from the radio show)—by this point, they’d shed the monk robes and Noel was in a black sparkly cousin to the mirrorball suit—which segued into “Charlie.” Then Naboo came out and played the pan pipe, then Julian came out with a long-haired wig on and did a sort of motivational speaker bit before breaking into the yeti song (!!!!!!!!!). Bob Fossil (!!!!!!!!!!!) came out in his beautiful powder blue leisure suit thingie, then Old Gregg (boat) times with a lot of crazy new lyrics in “Love Games,” and they finished and the crowd went wild!
They came back out after a minute and played an awesomely extended version of “Eels” as I felt so happy that there was a small concern my heart might actually be exploding…daaaaaamn, I cannot believe I get to see them again tomorrow!!!!!!!!!
(Only teeny-tiny-eeny-weeny complaint: no crimps?!)