I'm looking for someone who can help me describe the unmistakable sound of The Flaming Lips. I will never live that one down, but at least I didn't try to tackle Bob Dylan. ;-) I love your blog. I got all sad and bastardy with Dan and laughed out loud (and scared the dog) when you said what you said about lovable losers and journalists ... I think you may have found your calling. And you inspired me to blog. Not to be a community heroine with shiny tights and great boobs, but for me, because I love barfing my thoughts into the ooze, wondering always if I will ever hear from Scott Steiner again. Your voice is missed, and now I know where to find it.
The unmistakable sound of The Flaming Lips is like a giant kaleidoscope farting confetti into the cosmos. Have you started your own blog, then? I hope so, because And She Was ... was a Thrive, um, treasure. The verbal diarrhea of a blog is insatiably gratifying in spite of the occasional mess. Get on it yo!
Okay, deep down I know I'm not a loser — nor is anyone else who loses their job. But getting laid off, even if it was based on tenure and the economy has gone all Titanic on us, well, it's hard not to feel like getting cut from the JV baseball team all over again. Plus I'm horny for alliteration. And I thought it was funny, especially after Googling "Laid Off Loser" and a link came up that had something to do with "a shirt covered in Cheetos." It might come to that.
I'm looking for someone who can help me describe the unmistakable sound of The Flaming Lips. I will never live that one down, but at least I didn't try to tackle Bob Dylan. ;-) I love your blog. I got all sad and bastardy with Dan and laughed out loud (and scared the dog) when you said what you said about lovable losers and journalists ... I think you may have found your calling. And you inspired me to blog. Not to be a community heroine with shiny tights and great boobs, but for me, because I love barfing my thoughts into the ooze, wondering always if I will ever hear from Scott Steiner again. Your voice is missed, and now I know where to find it.
ReplyDeleteThe unmistakable sound of The Flaming Lips is like a giant kaleidoscope farting confetti into the cosmos. Have you started your own blog, then? I hope so, because And She Was ... was a Thrive, um, treasure. The verbal diarrhea of a blog is insatiably gratifying in spite of the occasional mess. Get on it yo!
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