The Internet Just Keeps on Giving

I thought I was just watching a regular ol’ music video, no big deal. But there is always more to the web than you would presuppose.

Witness the beginning of this pretty non-technical song rendition (but I have included bold commentary on what this must’ve looked like to someone who is easily surprised):

At 00:07, we see a lens with a blurry focus on the lower halves of some torsos and legs.

At 00:08, we see the emerging of a…what is that, a baby head? An egg?!

At 00:09, the mysterious orb reveals itself as an adult head…on a body!!!

And as 00:10 almost approaches, we see it is none other than the lead singer himself! Who could have guessed it?!?!?!?!


If you think I was being melodramatic, check it out. The people CAN BARELY WRAP THEIR THEIR HEADS AROUND IT, and the song has hardly just begun!!!

In related news, this week just peaked.

Muppets Make Everything Better

One of my most favoritest music videos is for a song called “Freakish” by a band called Saves the Day. The chief reason is because muppets are prominently featured in it, but in a truly excellent subtle and casual way.

Here are the lyrics (just to show you guys that it’s a pretty intense song):

As I’m talking my words slip to the floor
and they crawl through your legs and slide under the back door
rendering me freakish and dazed.
Well here I am. Don’t know how to say this.
Only thing I know is awkward silence.
Your eyelids close when you’re around me to shut me out.
So I’ll go walking in the streets ’til my heels bleed
and I’ll sing out my song in case the birds wish to sing along.
And I’ll dig a tunnel to the center of the universe.
Well here I am. Don’t know how to say this.
only thing I know is awkward silence.
Your eyelids close when you’re around me to shut me out.
I’ll make my way across the frozen sea, beyond the blank horizon,
where I can forget you and me and get a decent night’s sleep.
Well here I am. Don’t know how to say this.
only thing I know is awkward silence.
Your eyelids close when you’re around me to shut me out.
Don’t shut me out.

Oversensitivity Training Exercise

i have some incredibly amazing friends and lovers.

i took some of my comedy clips’ one-star YouTube ratings pretty hard this morning (they all have one star! which YouTube rates as “poor”), pretty darn hard. i immediately benched myself from the game of life, retired my sweaty pinny, threw back a few warm gulps of self-Haterade, and other wornout metaphor-play.


e-moi pining

and then, faster than i could say “tahme oot” but slower than i could get into the fetal position, i had some good sense cuddled/browbeaten into me by aforementioned good people i wink at on a regular basis. i was given tough love, happy hugs and handholds, and reciprocal winks aplenty. that and an unsolicited giggly email was all i needed to get me back in the ring of the lords and ladies of calmedy.

i am truly the lucky one, and no, that’s not a [punch]line i’m using on you.

the internet, en general, is brutal with its anonymous vigilante judgment, and my sensitivitypants are the primary target of many an e-buttkick, but at the end of the day, even if perez hilton is leaving me unhappy cat frowns, the most effort i can expend is to close my browser window. i refuse to go e-mo for one mysterious stranger danger’s pointing and clicking. it’s not even romantic, let alone cost-effective.

plus, let me be the first to say, i’ve had an incredibly, edibly fortunate, amazing past few months in comedy. and i am very, very, very grateful for all of it. [you can use that syrup on your waffles, yes]