avid enthusiast of storytelling, humor, improvisation, games, grammar, & serendipity. also: rollercoasters, hoppy beer, cheese, & other experiences/consumables.
as someone who just moved from Angry Time to Itchy Time & is still not okay with the fact that everything on TV starts so goddamn late now, I suggest you reverse those two designations.
I deeply distrust anyone who's familiar with Peaches but doesn't like her/her music. (the ones who aren't aware of her, I just pity or try to shaman into awareness.)
this is a great idea & now I'm sad thinking about how it'll never actually happen. that said--if you start a petition or something, count me in.
@Gary Michael Porter I know, right? by like 8,953 characters.
@IceMetalPunk@twitter ...& now my mind is doubly blown. how are those two things so similar? &--more importantly--which one did Choire actually intend?!?!
I'd never heard of this show before (although now that I have, I'm intrigued!)...I just felt compelled to marvel at the level of cultural currency that the "Thong Song" still has, to the point that its syntactic cadence is recognizable in a completely unrelated context. I hope Sisqó is proud of this accomplishment.
@Anarcissie "yes but" is also a good way to start every line in an improv scene if you want the other performer(s) to completely hate you.
this made me laugh out loud. that is all.
ahhh, I saw something like this on that Lockup show (why I as watching it, I can't explain or defend).
the inmates did it with ballpoint pen ink & were ridiculously proud of themselves (& also hilariously inept in their attempts to pretend it "just happened"...because clearly there's no relationship between their suddenly black, red, or blue eyeballs & the fact that those were the the colors of the pens found in their cells).
this spoke to me.
...let's just say that I still have a half-full bottle of Grass (which I only stopped wearing because it made my college boyfriend* feel allergic), & that my mom resorted to calling bras "top underwear" because I was otherwise unable to discuss them even when we were actually in the lingerie section.
*said college boyfriend is now my husband, & I just started laughing out loud upon asking myself the question, "& why are you saving that bottle of perfume, exactly?" I kind of love the idea that, if I'm ever single again, I'll immediately hit the town redolent of stale Gap perfume.