I'm not crying... I've just been chopping onions... I've been making a lasagna... for one

I don't think I've ever fallen completely head-over-heels in love with a TV show based on a single episode. No, not even a single episode. I came into this one late. What a perfect time to inexplicably start receiving HBO, because my friends, I have discovered a new absolute must-see show...

FLIGHT OF THE CONCHORDS.

The entire first episode in question can still be watched for free on that link, for a few more days. Go. No, seriously, go. Watch. Mom and I accidentally flipped to it, and within minutes, we were dying.

Between this, FARSCAPE, Peter Jackson, and Zoe Bell, Doom declares that when Doom takes over the world and modern society is engulfed in flames and a tidal wave of anti-matter Kirby crackles, New Zealand shall be spared.

I promise you, the next time a girl breaks up with me, I am turning 90 degrees, walking ahead, and commencing with the random musical number.

I don't know if anyone will find this clip funny out of context. Hell, I don't know if it even really IS funny in context. Maybe my brain and soul is mush over my father and stupid stuff is seeming brilliant to my laughter-deprived heart.

Go. Watch the whole episode. Prove to me that I'm not mad for utterly adoring this show.

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The TheaterMania site for the Capital Fringe Festival is up, showing listings for my peeps' shows MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING, BEN JOHNSON'S VOLPONE, and OTHER PLANS.

And, of course, THE HEFNER MONOLOGUES.

Holy crap, I'm so scared, in an excited sort of way. This is actually happening. PANIC.

Man, I really need to get that DVD movie of me on YouTube, like, pronto. If I can just bloody well figure out how the hell to do it.

(BTW, I think I may be making this my default icon from now on, for anyone who's interested)