Entries about framing the abortion debate, professional assclown, Terry Jones, and Muslim extremists who murder people because a professional assclown burned a book can wait. I’m gonna be jumping back into that project I lost and I need to feel good before I do. So, welcome to my extraordinarily shallow post about things that make me happy. Now with crass consumerism!
Cats with almost perfectly-spherical (orbular, even!) heads make me happy.
David Cross is probably my favorite stand-up.
Louise, of course, makes me happy.
This song makes me happy.
These boots make me happy. Granted, I can’t imagine wearing them. They are very gothy, very…gimmicky. Look like an affectation… and The ‘Slayer doesn’t do affectations. I dunno. Maybe if I’d wear them for some red-hot, illicit affair during sexytime. But look at all those laces. They look like work. And my thoughts on work are well-documented. Still, they make me happy. I think I want to manip them!
This ring makes me happy. So I bought it.
Flight of the Conchords makes me happy.
Songs about gnomes and hobbits make me happy.
I love it when Bill Maher schools the Teatards.
I love the art of Michael Parkes.
His influence can be seen here: