Then I saw a little show that changed all that. A summer replacement program on HBO.
I used to call my friends occasionally. I even remembered my Mother's birthday. Now my only friends are virtual, crazy, like-minded fanatics of this same little show. We quote lines to each other. We scour the international on-line world for news, press, and you-tube videos of shaky camera-phone footage of the two actors who play the leads. We have intense conversations about sideburns and facial hair.
The television series "Flight of the Conchords" has ruined my real life. I'm a wreck. I can't think of anything else, can't perform a daily task without humming a goofy tune. Can't say "yes" properly anymore, without a New Zealand accent. Can't stop smiling when I see the Red Delicious apples at the grocery store. When I'm mad at someone, I want to poison their asses with poisonous gasses. It's become a serious addiction. I think I need a support group.
Thank God I have one.
We like-minded sufferers of this FotC madness have formed a club. MySpace Groups. There are buttons. Dress-up Theme days. You think I'm kidding.
I'm not.
From all over the world, people have been sucked in by its' groovitational pull to come together, and it's pretty far out, man. Despite wicked time zone differences and age differences and cultural differences, these women act and think as one heart in a body with multiple heads and arms. It's kind of a Zen experience, to know there are others who believe that two minutes in heaven really IS better than one minute in heaven... and can sing along.
So even though my RealSpace life is a master class in monotony, monogamy, and dirty dishes; my fantasy life is vivid and lurid and passionate and exciting and glamourous, and I have two men and an astonishing group of women to thank for it.
I love you cool-looking idiots. You rock the party.
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Myspace groups? Buttons? Theme Days? I don't believe you.
Seriously though...we love you too, CM. You are our fearless leader... our rock.
Your blog is made of awesome. I'm going to add it to the blogroll on my blog, if you don't mind.
Have a thermos full of macaroni. :D
Kookie
i, too, have succumbed to this perilous addiction. i should check my mind; how'd it get so bad? what happened to those other underpants i had?
oh monkey.
I like what you've done with the place!
Cleverest Monkey in the room, I do believe you rock the party.
I love this blog and I completely concur with your situation. I don't even remember to pay bills anymore until I get scared that I'm fixin to lose my internet or electricity. What would I do without the laydeez.
But you know, I don't seem to quote the show much anymore though. Now I just think of them in real life. Where is Jemaine? What is he doing right now? Oh, I bet he's flying here or there, or wouldn't it be cool if he came to me here.
But even though we are fanatics, we are the best kind - the not insane kind. I love how we always try to be considerate and respectful of the guys and eachother. Infact, when I think of about how tired our poor boyfriends look and think about how if we FAs actually saw them in person, I realize we FAs would probably not mob them, but would instead try everything to soothe them.
That image makes me laugh too. Our sexy Kiwi Sheiks and their Flight Attendant harems.
ZedZed
Ditto that, my friend.
Sounds like a bunch of foolish, foolish suckas. I'm glad I'm not a cool-looking idiot.
I'd write more, but there's a potluck over at Andy's. I'm making sweet, sweet sandwiches. *robo-boogies to the kitchen*
We love ya too, Ms. Monkey. :D
Absolutely loving your blogs, Clever Little Monkey. Bravo! This is my new spot to catch an enjoyable, personable, read.
Delighted in your love of the rockband jams, definitely shook my head and said : "Self, you are NOT going to see Horton- much rather sit and have it read to by CM"
'Course, have chosen to give a general comment on your blogs here- close proximity to FOTC is always a good place to start!
Thanks for the link. x
uhhhh- crap! Cover blown!
Well, it's amongst friends- so yes.... c'est moi, le freak, c'est chic, c'est moi, c'est terre. x
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