Two new songs, “The Last Living Rose” and “Let England Shake,” performed last weekend at Camp Bestival in Dorset.
The second one will definitely have me making loud PJ noises around the house.
My favorite part is the first time he goes low, low, low, and then smacks his ass. Also his attempts at breakdancing. He is awesome.
- Where do you keep your feelings?
- Do you remember your dreams?
- Is that a “good thing” or a “bad thing”?
- What’s your favorite kind of danger (peligro)?
- Are you any good at pool and what does that mean to you and the people around you?
- How much crap do you carry around with you as you go through your day?
- What kind of “RESULTS” do you get, in general?
- Who would win in a fight between Sal Mineo and James Dean?
- How much noise can you make?
- What are you good for?
Dear Beloved Clancy-Boff,
You were a good kitty. Almost everyone who met you liked you. And those who didn’t were idiots and we happily pretend that those kind of people don’t exist anyways, so who cares. But smart people really liked you. You were quite the charmer. A big ol’ ball of retard who would butt her head into anyone for a pet.
I think that you had a fun 13 years of life. You seemed pretty content living the spoiled life of a chubanella. From your beginnings as a tiny little bagel stealer in Richmond, to becoming Jared’s number one science experiment, you always appeared to be enjoying your existence as much as we were.
Some fave memories of you:
- The way you would always manage to get into the trash can closet to eat leftovers, even though we had a lock on the door
- That time you came charging through the living room and ran into our wax melter and got hot wax all over you
- When you tried to jump from shelf to dresser, after I had just commented on how surprisingly graceful you were, and you completely missed the dresser and fell and landed in the litter box instead
- Your appreciation for art
- The way you couldn’t meow unless your head was looking up, and the quack that came out instead
- That funny tongue thing you did when scratched in just the right spot
- How you would straddle yourself across my neck while I was sleeping
- Your ability to always find the smallest space to squeeze all of your fat into
- Your love of potato chips
- Your love of all food, really (except spicy)
- The time you pretended to be a cuckoo clock
There were numerous songs written for you, you were quite an inspiration, but tonight I sing this one by Jared in memory of you:
it goes to Clancy-Boff.
A big ol’ ball of cat,
That is my Clancy-Boff.
If she jumps up on the counter,
yeah, I’ll push her off.
But then I’ll give her crunchies,
’cause she’s Clancy-Boff.
She shows her love in funny ways,
that Clancy-Boff.
She’ll lie down in your lap and
claw your thighs.
She’ll lay down on your face,
until you heave her off.
She’ll make you give her what she wants
just with her eyes.
(Chorus)
She wants crunchies! She wants treats!
From her pink nose to her feet!
Give her canned food, give her dry!
Keep it coming or she’ll cry.
You were very much loved by me, Miss Boff, and I am going to miss you very, very much.
Meow.
While everyone is all up in arms over Gary’s Batman announcement, they have neglected to point out his reason for being at Comic Con in the first place is because of The Book of Eli. Which means we are blessed with a new Gary movie long before we have to start sweating this Batman thing.
Just got tickets for next week’s Gogol show, and next month’s Bat for Lashes.
Gogol tics were $20 each, with a $6 per ticket service charge on Ticketmaster. Picking them up at the venue itself, the service charge was only $2 per ticket. Much more reasonable, but a service charge from the venue? The point?
Bat for Lashes tics were $15 each, with a $4.25 per ticket charge. Then I had the choice of paying $4 to have them shipped to me, or $4 to leave them at will call. Some choice.
Concert ticket buying always pisses me off.
My friend’s husband is returning from a business trip tonight and she was supposed to go pick him up. He just called and said the guy he is traveling with is acting nuts, and he doesn’t want the girls to be in a car with him. So I volunteered to watch the girls for a bit while she goes to get him. He then said that he doesn’t even want her to be around him, and that he would figure something out. Then he called back and asked if I would come get them instead of watching the girls.
So this travel companion is too crazy for his wife and child to be around, but I’m okay. Ahahhaha. He said he thinks it will be really funny. I’m curious to see what this will be like.
