please leave those poor sick monkeys alone
I love "Flight of the Conchords," the HBO show. And I love Flight of the Conchords, the act — though it took creating a sitcom around the songs for me to truly appreciate lines like "They're turning kids into slaves just to make cheaper sneakers/ But what's the real cost 'cause the sneakers don't seem that much cheaper" (Love it for yourself!)
Bret and Jemaine are both lovely and amazing, but I am crazy about only one. The funny thing is that everyone I know has been able to guess which one. I am afraid to ask why.
It is Jemaine ("of course," you may be saying, if you know me.)
And here is a picture of him laughing and wearing a magnificent shirt.
It looks like it is from a party. I wasn't at that party. Instead I took the photo from Jemaine.com.
What is the point of all of this? Well, none really. Except the last episode of the show is on in about 15 minutes, and I'm already sad that it's all over (until next year). Yes, I've already watched the first 11 episodes several times each. If you have another suggestion to ease my wonderful pain (while I wait for "Eagle Vs. Shark" to either return to NY or hit DVD), I'm all ears.
posted by j @ 10:14 PM
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I have no real advice, but I am so glad you're out there, 3,000 miles away, loving Jemaine the way I love Bret. I worry about Jemaine.
Also, sometimes, like on Wednesday of last week, I worry that I look like a girl Jemaine. It's distressing, to say the least. Do you ever worry that you look like a girl Bret? Perhaps a new MySpace group is in order. One with two members. Or "meembahs," whatever.
Also, I forgot to say that when I tell people I have a crush on one of them they immediately guess which one. Uncomfortable, a bit.
Ha! Yes! And yay!
I don't often worry that I look like a girl Bret. He's so beautiful, for one thing. Also, I'm not really into nature sweatshirts.
I do sometimes worry that I *act* like a girl Bret though, prone to quitting, exceedingly long professions of love that I cannot back up and self doubt that would extend to disliking my own band had I a band. And I also spend WAY too much time with my roommate.
Surely there is a way to mold all of our feelings into a MySpace group of some kind!
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