Even though I've been working like crazy, and have to get up at 6:30 for class, here we are at 1 AM and I can't sleep. Which means, in the words of Jemaine Clement, 'conditions are perfect.' Of course, he was talking about weekly marriage sex, and I'm referring to a half-assed Rambler, but the idea is the same: trying to fake something that really requires your full presence.
Sorry about the last few days. Been a lot on my plate and a lot on my mind, and not the good kind of stuff on plate and mind that makes for frothy thoughts that must be shared with the world at large (the .000000001% of it that reads the Rambler). Rather, lame, creativity sapping musings about things well beyond my power to control or understand, occasionally broken up by an episode of Stacked on Hulu.
Various titles for Ramblers have been floating through my mind over the last couple of days, and since I never wrote them, I've mostly forgotten them. I guess I'll present the only one that I can recall, here, before I forget it, as well - The Eternal Pants-Shitting Moment. That one has been sticking in my head like the chorus to a Glen Ballard song. Something you don't want to hear but just keeps hanging around.
Anyway, here's something that entertained me. Stick with it - the chair pinning event and Kristen Wiig's little dance are bits of comic gold.