Life as an Extreme Sport

Mahna Mahna – Live!

Remember the Muppets? Remember the Muppets doing the Mahna Mahna song?

Well, now thanks to Michael, you can watch the live version!

I guess if I have to be woken up with the next door neighbors in the middle of a domestic violence spat bad enough that I actually called the cops (punching, throwing people into things, throwing swords at people, all loudly narrated and punctuated by screams – yeah, I’m calling the goddamned cops…), this will at least amuse me until I can get back to sleep. Sigh.

passages

Last night, and for the first time, I talked about and cried about my mother to another person – well, to a friend. (I’m pretty sure the one off counselor I tried to see when I realized things weren’t going well doesn’t count.) And as expected, I’m feeling rather weirdly raw and vulnerable this morning (my morning after’s are so much less interesting than other people, aren’t they?), but… I don’t know if better is the right word, but maybe looser? A little less tight, a little more relaxed. A little more like there might be a safety net if I fall.

Sort of related, I’ve realized lately how much I miss feeling music – I’ve been listening to very bass/drum heavy goth and industrial music in the car of late, making sure to rest my leg on the speaker, or have a hand on the roof (which is great for transmitting acoustics). It just feels better to feel the music, to experience it in body total. I think it’s something primally wired within us, because it occurred to me last night that it’s very similar to feeling a voice talk as you rest on someone’s chest.

Male Pregnancy, Alien Nation Style

Does anyone else remember the science fiction show Alien Nation? I didn’t, until Michael reminded me of it tonight while we talked about the recent media attention on male pregnancy, and he sent me this clip of a male alien giving birth:

I think it’s almost a sad commentary that one of my first reactions was “aaw, what a touching scene – I’m surprised they showed that, given people’s inclination to insist that stereotypically “feminine” nurturing behaviour in men equals being gay.” The question, of course, is whether that’s a commentary on me, or on media/society.