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Now All I Want to Do Is Forget

I had this strange dream where all the characters from The Hunger Games movie were living in a utopian hippie commune where the walls were made of willow, but everybody shaved every morning and everybody's hair and makeup was perfect, and nobody got sick or lost teeth. They were all dreaming about the time when they ate ice cream and did other sitcom things. Somebody forgot to guard the door for fifteen years. Then Barak Obama showed up with the Bolshoi. Bang bang bang! Then everyone was either good or bad, and there were plenty of guns and carbon-fibre arrows flying. It was safe to sleep anywhere, and it looked like a photo shoot, and everyone was acting like it was High School and it was first flirty day. Somebody crashed the airplane pajama-party, but it was OK because the villains couldn't tell they were drinking lye, because it tasted just like whiskey. Then they went to Wrigley field, but it was a jungle and a bar at the same time. Then I realized it wasn't a dream, it was a nightmare, and it was REAL.

Somebody had sucked half an hour of my life away!

So I woke up and stopped the video. And was unable to put on, due to copyright reasons, Hunderby, at the recommendation of peadarog, who has recommended many fine and absurd things in the past, such as This is Jinsy, which is apparently finally available in North America.

Hunderby is a deadpan pythonesque satire of Brontë, Fielding, and Austen, written by Julia Davis, who plays the villain in perfect period neurotic fervour, and carries all the creepiness of actually meeting maladjusted people from that period in history. Or so I'm told, since it's impossible to see off of the Sky Network. The bound-by-manners plot and the reaches into the absurd actually work together, but with a requisite dose of bathroom humour for the cheaper seats.

ETA: And to continue in the theme of odd things to share, after some digging, I found an old cassette tape from College I used to play continually: Mlah by the Négresses Vertes. Also because of copyright restrictions, it's hard to find any of their stuff online (blocked on youtube in Canada by EMI f'rinstance). But there are a few things from the time of the album when they were like a French "They Might be Giants" with a big fat gypsy sound. Here's a sample from the album.

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peadarog
Sep. 20th, 2012 09:52 am (UTC)
Apologies for that. In heaven, you will be able to watch anything, regardless of region. I will see to it personally.
barry_king
Sep. 20th, 2012 10:07 am (UTC)
And the Devil said "Let bittorrent be," and so restored the status quo.
wendigomountain
Sep. 24th, 2012 06:12 pm (UTC)
Ha! I'm gonna catch tonight's episode because "New Girl" hasn't started again yet, and I need a good laugh. :)

I figure every chapter of angry prose I write due to my frustrations with Revolution is a step closer to getting my post-apocalypse novel done. It's the hairshirt and knotted rope flagellation needed to eke the dang thing out.
barry_king
Sep. 25th, 2012 10:51 am (UTC)
I would rather perform my own appendectomy. With a live ferret.
wendigomountain
Sep. 25th, 2012 10:53 am (UTC)
LOL!

The wife and I watched it last night. By the end, I was exhausted from the amount of snark that had been tossed back and forth.
barry_king
Sep. 25th, 2012 10:54 am (UTC)
Snark is heavy. And Glutinous.
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