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Jun. 26th, 2006 08:50 pmOK,it's official. I need help.
See, I don't regard myself as a weepy woman not really, even during those most regular of feminine experiences...I get murderous, not fragile. I knew something was wrong last night when I was honestly feeling Renaldo's pain at being unable to continue the match; actually I should have been sorry for those poor Dutch players; the poor devils were hitting the deck every minute and a half - must have been one hell of a sniper somewhere in that crowd.
My undue sympathy came as a bit of a surprise to me, but not as bizarre as my sudden response to a video clip I saw just now. Anyone remember the song 'Starlight' by the Superman Lovers? The video tells the story of an animated rat and his potato headed friend who make a record. It bums out on their home world, but certain aliens love it and come to take Rat and Potatohead to a new cosmic home. Unfortunately the aliens are werry werry small and their spaceship is to scale, so they take Rat to a glorious jacuzzi in the sky and leave Potatohead behind. There is a point where Potatohead weeps and Rat's lips quiver...and suddenly tears were in my own eyes at the thought of poor abandoned Potatohead. It all seemed so unjust...
I couldn't watch it and came up here instead.
Yes it has been a stressful week, but this is out of control even for me. Empathy for plasticene is not a useful superpower. Anyone want some spare hormones?
See, I don't regard myself as a weepy woman not really, even during those most regular of feminine experiences...I get murderous, not fragile. I knew something was wrong last night when I was honestly feeling Renaldo's pain at being unable to continue the match; actually I should have been sorry for those poor Dutch players; the poor devils were hitting the deck every minute and a half - must have been one hell of a sniper somewhere in that crowd.
My undue sympathy came as a bit of a surprise to me, but not as bizarre as my sudden response to a video clip I saw just now. Anyone remember the song 'Starlight' by the Superman Lovers? The video tells the story of an animated rat and his potato headed friend who make a record. It bums out on their home world, but certain aliens love it and come to take Rat and Potatohead to a new cosmic home. Unfortunately the aliens are werry werry small and their spaceship is to scale, so they take Rat to a glorious jacuzzi in the sky and leave Potatohead behind. There is a point where Potatohead weeps and Rat's lips quiver...and suddenly tears were in my own eyes at the thought of poor abandoned Potatohead. It all seemed so unjust...
I couldn't watch it and came up here instead.
Yes it has been a stressful week, but this is out of control even for me. Empathy for plasticene is not a useful superpower. Anyone want some spare hormones?
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