What's in the gallery?
We dissolve stuck and rewrite patterns. We apply radical playfulness to life (when we feel like it!), embarking on internal adventures (credo of Safety First). We have a fake band called Solved By Cake. We build invisible sanctuaries, invent words and worlds, breathe awe and wonder.
We are not impressed by monsters. Except when we are. We explore the connections between internal territories and surrounding environment to learn what marvelously supportive delicious space feels like, and how to take exquisite care of ourselves. We transform things.* We glow wild.**
* For example: Desire, fear, worry, pain-and-trauma, boundaries, that problematic word which rhymes with flaweductivity.
** Fair warning: Self-fluency has been known to lead to extremely subversive behavior, including treasuring yourself unconditionally, unapologetically taking up space, experiencing outrageously improbable levels of self-acceptance, and general rejoicing in aliveness.
What's in the gallery?
We dissolve stuck and rewrite patterns. We apply radical playfulness to life (when we feel like it!), embarking on internal adventures (credo of Safety First). We have a fake band called Solved By Cake. We build invisible sanctuaries, invent words and worlds, breathe awe and wonder.
We are not impressed by monsters. Except when we are. We explore the connections between internal territories and surrounding environment to learn what marvelously supportive delicious space feels like, and how to take exquisite care of ourselves. We transform things.* We glow wild.**
* For example: Desire, fear, worry, pain-and-trauma, boundaries, that problematic word which rhymes with flaweductivity.
** Fair warning: Self-fluency has been known to lead to extremely subversive behavior, including treasuring yourself unconditionally, unapologetically taking up space, experiencing outrageously improbable levels of self-acceptance, and general rejoicing in aliveness.
Rituals, traditions, zombies. Stuff like that.
The thing about Christmas is that it really makes miss living in Israel.
I don’t mean the not having it part of living in Israel.
Though yeah, I have to say it was lovely not being forcibly submerged in that unbelievably grating seasonal soundtrack, or to have to look blankly at people wanting to know what my “plans for celebrating” are.
But what I mean is that I always liked Christmas in Israel.
Tradition.
I lived in Israel for just over ten years and five of those years were spent in bars.
Okay. Ten of those years were spent in bars, but five were spent working in bars.
And that’s where you go when you’re in Tel Aviv and you want to celebrate Christmas.
So wherever I was working, over the course of the day, some sort of marvelously unlikely gathering would emerge.
German tourists. All the South Africans who worked at the hostel down the street. The Scottish husband of a friend of one of our regulars. A couple of Israelis who had lived in Australia for a few years and missed the atmosphere.
Some years we’d string up lights and stuff. Other times we’d forget it was even going to happen until one of the waitresses would look up and wonder out loud where all the sad-looking foreigners were coming from.
We’d play The Pogues and then everything would get lost, jumbled, as the rush began. New Year’s Eve, we’d tell them. It will be a party.
Ritual.
There are so many kinds of rituals.
Some intentional. Some inherited.
Some a combination of appreciating a habit that already exists.
Some demand a sense of humor.
And some are born to meet a need.
I am a fan of most of these. Rituals make me happy, in general.
The ones with meaning and power, obviously. The ones that touch my heart. But also the ones that are silly, gleeful, unexpected.
Finding my place.
In my chosen family (that would be me, my duck and my gentleman friend), we do not celebrate Christmas and have no plans to.
We do a bazillion things for the various Jewish holidays, of course. And we can kind of get into the concept of doing something for the Solstice (who doesn’t like light?) but there’s also something about it that’s too … something.
I briefly got all excited to discover that Yule is fabulously pagan.
But it still sounds too much like decorated trees and such.
Anyway. Imagine how excited I was yesterday to learn about Zombie Yule.
Here! In the comments! The commenter mice here are the best.
Permission to hide.
This was from Ms Z:
“We decided a few years ago to bow out of the holidays and invent our own. We call it Zombie Yule.
“It started out as a silly excuse to not celebrate the holidays (I loathe the holidays) and have four days to just lay around and watch zombie movies, eat decadent food, drink good beer, and not clean the house for company (the apocalypse just happens whenever, you can’t plan for it and nobody cares if your toilet is clean).
“However, as happens with these things, it just kind of grew and grew. This is the third annual Zombie Yule — a time to gather together with as many uninfected as possible and celebrate getting through another year without the zombie apocalypse (you know it is GOING to happen).
“We watch zombie movies, sing zombie songs, and play zombie games. You even have the right to board up your house and keep everyone out. It is an all purpose holiday. With shovels.”
The main thing I got from this was “the right to board up your house and keep everyone out” … and my entire being just went oh huge sigh of relief.
Because of course. If I were going to invent a holiday?
It would be one that gave you permission to hide.
And to carve out space where you belong.
So … I don’t really do zombie movies.
Though watching Sean of the Dead and drinking whiskey could work for me. I sense a tradition coming on.
But the idea of taking intentional time off and then avoiding people and going into seclusion in a way that also makes you laugh … sounds really, really perfect.
Happy trying stuff.
Wherever you are, whatever you’re celebrating or not-celebrating, enjoying or avoiding (or both), whether theist, atheist or anti-theist (thank you, SF Slim), I wish you good stuff.
Good stuff like joy. And sovereignty. And patience. And playfulness. And time for yourself. And healthy boundaries.
And the ability to get better at practicing all this stuff, especially in situations where it really seems like you just don’t have any choices right now.
Happy Erev Zombie Yule, y’all.
Oh yes. I just said that.
EDIT: I just found out about the Last Night On Earth Zombie Gingerbread House and the Zombie Santa song. Clearly I am not up to date on anything.
So I will just say that my version of Zombie Yule is all about the avoidance and the drinking. No Santa. Though that gingerbread house is awesome.
This is for you!
Item! A plan! I do not have one.
A somewhat goofy mini-collection of stuff I’ve been reading, stuff I’ve been thinking about and oh, some completely random crap.
Basically the stuff that never gets mentioned here because I’m not the kind of person who can just make some teeny little point. Not into the whole brevity thing, as the Dude would say.
Actually, I’m under the strict compulsion to write ten pages about anything on my mind. So this is me. Practicing brevity.
Oh yes.
Things will be Itemized.
There is no avoiding it.
Item! Post No. 46 in a series that is not anywhere near as methodical, calculated, structured or anything else as people seem to think it is.
Item! Really, I do not have a plan.
I promised to talk about this in last week’s Itemization. Or Item!ization, if you prefer.
A bunch of people seem to think I have some sort of method to my madness in terms of what types of stuff I will turn into Items. Item! I don’t!
Basically it’s whatever tabs are open in Firefox.
If it’s interesting I put it in here.
If I haven’t made an Item! out of you or your thing yet, it’s not because I don’t like you or your thing or have somehow decided that it’s “not worthy”.*
It’s either that I don’t know about you or your thing … or I do, but I don’t happen to have one of your posts open at the exact moment when I happen to be Itemizing.
It’s so not personal. I promise!
Anyway. Apologies to everyone who has yet to be an Item! Though I will say that a great way to get me to remember to look at your post is to write about my duck.
* If you’re wondering who died and made me the arbiter of cool? Ohmygod. I wonder that all the time too. I don’t know what they’re thinking.
Item! An extremely brilliant piece about geek thinkery.
Read it. It’s called Gaming the System and it’s great.
“Points for what?”
“Points for points. We’re geeks.”
“And everyone has their own color?”
“Yeah, so we know who has the most points. Give me a blue pen, I’ve already got root cause on bug #3.”
He’s @rands on Twitter. I found this via @melle.
Item! Helper mice wanted!
Tori writes a personal ad for some Helper Mice. Because … who doesn’t need helper mice?
It’s really sweet.
“And while I can’t promise to believe in you 100% right off the bat, I can promise to give our relationship and projects more than a fighting chance to succeed.image
How’s that for starters? I’d like to offer all the cheese you can eat, but I’m afraid that might be a bit out of the budget. It’s certainly negotiable, though!”
She’s @mindtweets on Twitter.
Item! A labyrinth locator!
For everyone who is (or not at all) as obsessed with labyrinths as I am: there is always someone even more obsessed.
This site kind of creeps me out but I do love the idea.
It’s called LabyrinthLocator.com and … that’s what it is.
Via Yael who is @treelizard on Twitter. Thanks, Yael!
Item! I am so in love with this kazoo player!
So Larisa Koehn directed me to this incredible video because I say kazoo a lot.
Actually, other people say kazoo to me and then I respond. Kazoo!
If this makes no sense to you it’s because you haven’t been hanging out with me at the Twitter bar.
None of this is the point. The point is that oh I am in love.
I realize this is not fair because I already have a gentleman friend who plays the ukulele.
But the Carolina Chocolate Drops are my new favorite everything. I went and bought all their albums.
Expect to hear them if you’re at one of my events this year, because we will totally be Shiva-ing it up to someone playing the jug. Oh yes.
Anyway. Just watch the video.
Larisa is @larisakoehn on Twitter and the Carolina Chocolate Drops are @_CCDs.
Item! Speaking of videos.
Marie from the Snakecharmers has the sexiest voice in the entire world so I will basically listen to anything that comes out of her mouth.
I can listen to their album seventy-bajillion times a day and not get sick of it.
She wrote a song called Santa I’m Your Girl and it’s hawt. Extremely. So I hope you’re clicking that link and listening to it.
“Is that a candy cane in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
Rowr. And yeah, now there’s also a video which is just adorable.
Marie is @snakecharmers on Twitter. She was one of my first-ever Twitter friends and I was friends with her before I knew she was a rockstar and yes, I adore her.
Item! Can you enhance that for us?
Okay! Fine. One more video.
I found this on Laughing Squid.
You know those excellent television/film moments when the people playing tech experts magically use “advanced technology” to zoom in on something ridiculous that then solves the crime or the mystery or whatever?
I used to think it was just me who enjoyed these — my ex-husband the electronics engineer specialized in video compression so this kind of thing was comic gold for him.
But no. We all love this.
And Duncan Robson put together this perfect little homage (“Let’s Enhance!”) to those wonderfully absurd scenes.
He’s @dunkr on Twitter. Via Laughing Squid who are @laughingsquid.
Item! Update from the land of the Peculiar & Hilarious Shivanauts!
The “peculiar and hilarious” thing comes from Melynda’s sweet bit about Butterfly Wishes.
First off, the various Shivanautical epiphanies of the week, including a link to the Psychology Today piece on the neuroscience of mindfulness.
Great stuff in the comments too. Like this bit from Casey:
“I stopped, swayed slightly for a minute or so, then went to my computer and started typing. An hour later I had my first official blog post. Definitely an “AHA!” moment.”
Also, honestly. I just adore the commenter mice over there. From Herb:
“The idea of something going wrong with Dance of Shiva resulting in raining cheese is just another reason to try it.”
Item! Comments! Here’s what I want this time:
- Things you’re thinking about.
- Something fabulously inappropriate to do on Christmas Day because the usual jew-ey tradition of Chinese food and a movie isn’t doing it for me this year. But it has to involve food at some point at least because, I don’t know how to end this sentence so just trust me, it does.
My commitment.
I am committed to giving time and thought to the things that people say. Even though asking for what I want still feels awkward for me, I’m just going to remind myself that this is a thing I’m practicing.
That is all.
Happy reading.
And happy Blustery Windsday. See you tomorrow.
A surprise morning meeting with the Persnickety Time Gremlins
Because I haven’t been disclaimer-ey enough yet today.
If this post makes no sense, you might want to read my last conversation with the Time Gremlins. The short version is that they don’t let me … not be busy.
And that they have surprisingly good intentions, but ow ow ow the guilt.
Shall we?
In which I call an emergency meeting.
Me: Hey, stuckified resistance that lives inside of me. Talk to me for a minute?
My stucknesses: You know, this is really not a good time.
Me: I know. You always say that.
My stucknesses: Do you have any idea at all how much work you have to do right now? You need to save that stupid emotional processing crap for the weekends.
Me (stage whisper): Right. Not falling for that one this time.
My stucknesses: blah blah list of seventeen million things I’m not doing right this second that desperately need to be done or I’ll end up living on the street.
Me: Listen. This is exactly why we need to have this meeting now. Because you always say that. And because you’re right.
My stucknesses: Really? You’re agreeing with us?
Me: We do have a ridiculous number of things that all want to be done first. And I’m feeling stressed out because I don’t know where to start. And you’re feeling stressed out because you’re afraid I won’t do any of them.
My stucknesses: Okay.
Me: I’m on your side. In a weird way. I also want for me to be able to do the things. I just have different ideas about how this could happen. And I want to make a presentation about it!
My stucknesses: Sigh. Fine. Present away. But we don’t have to like it.
In which I make my points.
Point 1: Fear of resentment.
Me: My esteemed stucknesses and members of the board, I know why you won’t let me take time off. It’s because you are afraid that people will resent me for it.
My stucknesses: Well, yeah. And that’s true.
Me: Prove it.
My stucknesses: For one thing, people were jealous when you went on Emergency Vacation, and that was just to prevent an emotional breakdown. It wasn’t even — god forbid, tfu tfu tfu, a real vacation.
Me: So what? Anyone who isn’t hugely pro-mental-health-for-me totally isn’t one of my right people anyway.
My stucknesses: But they’ll throw shoes!
Me: How do you know?
My stucknesses: Fine. But you’re resentful when other people take time off. Why wouldn’t they be resentful of you too?
Me: No. I’m envious of them. I’m resentful about you. You’re the ones who make me feel crappy when I try to give myself time to myself.
My stucknesses: Oh.
Point 2: Alignment of purpose
With all due respect, honored stucknesses, internal resistance and Members of the Stuckness Board, I get the fear.
You want to protect me from people being resentful. I’m on board with that.
I’m also afraid that people could be inadvertently mean, just as a reaction of their own stucknesses. However, I am more afraid that I won’t take care of myself. And that’s the thing that has to come first.
Ultimately, we both want the same thing: for me to get a lot done.
Because I’m on a mission from god. Got it.
And we both want for me to be able to do what needs to be done. Here’s the thing.
I do better work when I’m rested. And I can prove it to you.
Point 3: The power of past experience.
Remember, Members of the Stuckness Board, what happened on Emergency Vacation?
I had about a hundred great business ideas. And I was actually able to implement some of them when I came back, because I wasn’t completely burnt out.
And remember what happened on Almost Emergency Vacation? I healed from the extreme awfulness that was my month of things going horribly wrong in Berlin.
Last week when the gentleman friend and I actually took a day off to do something fun? My head got so clear that I accidentally planned the entire curriculum for the Writing Non-sleazy Non-embarrassing-Copy seminar.
Time and time again we have seen that we get more done when we take time off. We have experienced the power of clear-headedness, and the connection between clear-head and getting in the zone.
I put it to you that it is in your best interest and the best interest of my business that we take regular time off.
Point 4: Other people’s smartnesses.
Additionally, ladies and gentleman of the Gremlin Confederation of Internal Time-Related Stucknesses, I wish to remind you of what our first business mentor advised us a few years ago.
He said we would have to live by what we teach.
And that every period of time that goes to action needs to be followed by a period of time for conscious inaction.
That you aren’t doing yoga if you don’t follow your physical practice with shavasana.
That you don’t get to work the land if you don’t let the ground rest.
That you aren’t human if you don’t sleep.
You know that he was right about everything else. He saw how biggified we could be before we ever got there.
He’s right about this too.
I truly believe that what is most necessary — if we’re going to change the world and stuff the way you want us too — is to develop a conscious relationship with our own gunk.
Because that’s how we model it for the people we want to help.
So if I want to help my people, I am going to have to give myself permission to go on holiday.
My stucknesses: Fine.
Me: On a regular basis.
My stucknesses: You’re pushing it, sister.
Me: Oh no I’m not.
Point 5: Not repeating past mistakes.
Again, Esteemed Stucknesses, we have seen what happens when I don’t take vacation.
What happens is that it takes me. And emergency vacations are much more challenging than regular ones. They screw with our schedule. And the genius-idea effect is severely limited by my state of falling-apart-ness.
And we have seen what happens when I do take time off. Basically, everything is better.
I am willing to promise you that I will come back to work. I am willing to promise you that my mission will not get lost.
And at the same time, in order for our work to thrive, we need space and time for planning and for recovery.
To that end, I propose four Intentional Vacations this year, one for each quarter.
Two can be dedicated business-planning genius-idea-generating time. And two are just for me.
My stucknesses: This is outrageous! Slippery slope! You’ll end up spending your life in bed! This can’t happen! Four?!?!?! Who do you think you are?!
Me: Guys? You know I’m right.
My stucknesses: Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Me: May I remind you that until the Emergency Vacation in June, we had not had a vacation since 1999?
My stucknesses: 2001, actually.
Me: That was one of the most stressful time-off-nesses ever.
My stucknesses: Still.
Me: Still that was a hell of a long time ago. Work with me here.
In which we come to a temporary understanding.
Me: I can tell how uncomfortable this is. We’re going to ease you into this.
My stucknesses: You want us to be comfortable?
Me: I want all of us to be comfortable. I want you to know that I am going to be safe and supported and cared for, so that you can stop scaring me half to death.
My stucknesses: That’s what we want too. We just worry that you’ll forget about why you do what you do.
Me: I’m not going to forget that. It lives inside of me. It’s something that I will be practicing while I take this time off. It’s something that I will be practicing through taking this time off.
My stucknesses: Okay. Just don’t tell anyone about this because then they’ll resent you and throw shoes.
Me: Well, I’m totally telling my blog readers about our conversation.
My stucknesses: And then you’ll probably edit the whole thing so no one will know how funny we are.
Me: I know how funny you are.
Comment zen for today.
We’re all working on our stuff. We’re all practicing. No advice, please.
And yes, I am aware I don’t have to run my plans by my Stuckness Committee — and I’m doing it anyway. Because that just feels like what is needed right now.
But commiseration, laughter, soup and hanging-out are all completely welcome. Thank you!
Very Personal Ads #25: not really a swingers club at all
Personal ads! They’re … personal! Very.
So my itty bitty personal ads made me realize that it’s time to make a regular practice of trying to feel okay asking for stuff.
Even when the asking thing feels weird and conflicted.
Ever since I posted the first one asking my perfect house to find me, which united me with Hoppy House, I have been a fan of the madness that is personal ads.
And now it’s my weekly ritual. Yay, ritual!
Let’s do it.
Thing 1: more love for my house.
Here’s what I want:
This past week I have been trying to spend more time with Hoppy House.
Because sometimes I just don’t feel really at home there. It’s not about the house so much as my own past screwed-up experiences. Either way, something that needs work.
So far I have started a morning ritual (thanks, Hiro) of visiting each corner in each room.
And I moved a bookcase into the kitchen, and have just been generally trying to make little shift-like things.
What I would like is more of that. And without doing complicated expensive renovation-ey things.
Ways this could work:
Some insights.
Some post-Dance-of-Shiva epiphanies.
I can buy flowers for the house. I can spend some time with my Scary Pile Of Things To Be Filed. I can have a sense of what comes next.
My commitment.
To be patient.
To give this time.
To remember that yes, actually there is time.
To ask for what I need. To go easy on myself as my memories of not being welcome come up.
Thing 2: That scary pile.
Here’s what I want:
To spend small chunks of time (ten to fifteen minutes) going through sections of the pile.
Here’s how I want this to work:
With grace and ease and patience.
My commitment.
I will go on a binder-acquiring outing with my gentleman friend.
And I will ask for help.
And I will use the Deguiltified Chicken Board from my Kitchen Table program.
Thing 3: To find ways to be even more of a connector-mouse.
Here’s what I want:
We did a Kitchen Table call this week that was basically just a big barnraising ideastorming money-generating party.
And the most exciting part for me was after the call, watching everyone hook up in the chat room to go off and plan bigness together.
The collaborative creative energy is just so intense. And this is what happens every time I teach something.
Even the Sacramento Biggification Day — it’s was just one day, and everyone there is completely committed to helping everyone else. Awesome.
Connections everywhere and I get to be the connector-mouse.
It’s like kind of like I’m running an entrepreneurial swingers club for creative people who are also really funny, except you know, something that sounds better than that.
And yes, that entire sentence should totally be my new tagline.
Anyway. I want more of this.
Ways this could work:
Since it happens anyway in everything I do, maybe I don’t have to work too hard on this.
But maybe I can also build it in to Biggification 2010 and this year’s retreats and seminars in a more conscious way.
I could do some scribbling on this. Or talk it over with my Kitchen Table-ers.
My commitment.
To be open to ideas.
To do Shiva Nata on it.
To let myself be playful with this. And to let it happen with ease and flow, instead of becoming a massive stressful “should” situation. Because that would suck.
Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.
Just to update you on what’s happened since last time.
I wanted to walk more. And that’s been a little rough, actually.
Stupid Portland is grey and cold and is now dark at all the times I usually like to walk. And things were crazy busy this week.
On the other hand, my gentleman friend was very good at dragging me out for some fresh air. And we did a lot of tramping around the neighborhood.
So: walking. Doing it. Wanting even more. Getting there.
I also wanted to fill the two new openings at the Destuckification Retreat, and there’s now a waiting list.
And I asked for patience. Lots and lots of patience. And I have to say — this completely surprises me, but yes. There was much more patience in this week than in last week.
Much more spaciousness. And I appreciate that.
Comments. Since I’m already asking …
I am adding to my practice of asking for stuff by being more specific about what I would like to receive in the comments.
Here’s what I want (just leave them in the comments):
- Your own personal ads, small or large. Things you’ve asked for. Or are asking for. Or would like to ask for. Or updates on last time!
What I would rather not have:
- Reality theories.
- Shoulds. As in, “You should be doing it like this” or “That’s not the right way to ask for things — instead it should be like x, y and z”
- To be judged or psychoanalyzed.
My commitment.
I am committing to getting better at asking for things even when asking feels weird.
Thanks for doing this with me!
Friday Chicken #72: bah bah humbug blacksheep
Because it’s Friday AGAIN. And because traditions are important. In which I cover the good stuff and the hard stuff in my week, trying for the non-preachy, non-annoying side of self-reflection.
And you get to join in if you feel like it.
FRIDAY!
Where have you been all my life, sweet sweet Friday?
Alright. Chicken.
The hard stuff
Too much busy. Again!
All sorts of things going on.
And apparently all of the absolutely must get finished before the holidays or all hell will break loose variety.
An entire day of hard.
Gah.
It seriously would not stop with the hardnesses. I did not like.
Pain.
Two different situations where people I really trusted did something seriously untrustworthy.
So I feel sad. And anxious. And distrustful of my own judgment.
Making tough decisions.
Makes my head hurt.
Having to set boundaries on the blog again.
Every single time that I think I’m done with this, it turns out that I’m wrong because no, not quite yet.
Though I guess the good part of that is that I agonize about the boundary-setting waaaaay less than I used to.
Blah, blah, craziness, blah.
More whining about being busy. See, I’m so busy that I can’t even complain about it in style.
Not just being crazy busy but having it happen during Hannukah.
Which just makes it that much harder to do the proper grease-spattered deep-fried-everything chaos part.
On the other hand, latkes!
So I guess that brings us to the good.
The good stuff
Sleep! I love it.
On Saturday I got twelve hours of sleep. In a row.
That kind of never happens, so it was absolutely delicious.
It was like feeding a hungry plant. My whole body got to have a happy.
In the midst of the hard, so many beautiful sparkly pieces of good.
So many!
My gentleman friend outdid himself on the bread baking and made the bread of all breads. The bread that is so good it made me cry.
A surprise bouquet of roses and lilies from Hiro … that arrived right smack in the middle of my Day of Hard.
And my magical lotions and potions from Heidi arrived in my mailbox.
And a present from Amy! And sweet cards and notes and such from readers. Mostly for Selma, but they still nailed the up-cheering.
Hannukah.
Pretty, pretty candles.
So much cheerful.
Plus my gentleman friend made some kick-ass latkes. Again with the kitchen magic! Extra points!
My people* are so great.
Seriously, I must have read a gazillion applications this week (for the Kitchen Table, for my Destuckification Retreat, for Biggification 2010).
And these applications are completely brilliant. I’m sure my people don’t actually realize this as much as they should, but they are so smart and so funny and so thoughtful and so kind.
All of them. And I just feel this big love for the people who want to come and do wackiness with me and my duck.
* No, not the Jews. I mean the people who apply to do my programs. It was weird because I said “my people” right after the Hannukah thing and it was like the whole “let my people go” thing. Never mind.
Celebration with gentleman friend of the day we met.
Really? That many years since I first met the tattoo-covered motorcycle-riding hooligan who would make me that perfect loaf of bread this week?
It all seems highly unlikely.
The good outweighed the hard again.
I’m not sure how. There must be things I’m not remembering.
But my sense is that this week was infused with lots of good. Lots of moments of good that made the hard less sticky.
The pirate song.
Gilbert (@CrazyOnYou) sent me a link to this.
And it is the best. You have to listen to it!
And … playing live at the meme beach house!
My brother and I have this thing where we come up with ridiculous band names and then say in this really pretentious, knowing tone, “Oh, well, you know, it’s just one guy.”
Give it up for …
Myopic Hucksterism
Ohmygod. I love it. I got this from Sam Rosen who is @samrosen on Twitter.
He was saying something about how Selma and I manage to be all hey, look at us being a real person and a real duck and everything … but still make money and stuff despite our human-ness and love of Betty Boop.
Except he said it much more eloquently than that because he’s an extremely well-spoken guy. And I’m probably remembering it wrong.
The point was that he thinks we’re a refreshing change from “the myopic hucksterism so prevalent across the web”.
And I was all, ooh I love that band.
And then he kindly gave me permission to use Myopic Hucksterism as our Fake Band Of The Week.
Though he did say that he hoped I wouldn’t mind if at some point he does decide to start a post-punk-fusion band with the same name.
In which case, he will let me feature it — again — as the first-ever Real Band of the Week.
But whatever. We all know it will be … just one guy.
That’s it for me …
No Stuisms this week because I deleted them. I know. It’s tragic. And what’s even more tragic is that he thinks that’s hilarious. Or would if he weren’t a stupid piece of software.
And yes yes yes, of course you can join in my Friday ritual right here in the comments bit if you feel like it.
Yeah? Anything hard and/or good happen in your week?
And, as always, have a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious weekend. And a happy week to come.