I have been rather neglecting the livejournal of late (the real-life too, for that matter, which is rather more important to remedy...) Anyway, instead of writing about anything relevant, or even any of the myriad things I've been meaning to post recently but haven't gotten around to, I offer music and comics, woo!
For a limited time only(at least publicly), because I have been listening to this cd in the car for a while and feel the need to share the obscure musical joy it brings me, I give you:
Squonk Opera - BigsmörgåsbørdwünderwerkUm, since I am too lazy to post each track individually and too indecisive to pick just my favorites, it's kinda the whole cd as one ginormous track I think. So just be warned, particularly if you are away from the beauteous high-speed internets for the summer. But it is spiffy and weird and I like it, so I encourage you to check it out anyway. (And/or feel free to ask me to send you the folder with individual tracks personally if you want. Or tell me to stop being a tool and just pick a few if I actually want you to check it out. Or something. Any feedback=yay.)
Okay, so in my continuous discovery of brilliant webcomicry (I may have made that word up), I came across the following breakthrough theory (in two parts) which makes me wonder why we should ever pay a therapist when it's all
so simple...
(And yes, I am aware of my overuse of parentheses.)