Yesterday I noticed how bright it was everywhere. Light green leaves, light yellow petals, bright pale legs.
T Fox: I look really horrible, don't I?
Mr Fox: Err... no you don't.
T Fox: Oh?
Mr Fox: You look more like Mädchen Grafenwalder or some other frisky girl from a beer festival.
Today at work I was trying to find a way to tell some slightly unpleasant news to Kazakhstan. I stared at the wall.
Mr Colleague: You know, Taiga, that colour of the wall suits you. Now light a cigar and you look just like someone escaped from a Soviet detective story.
I took my purse and escaped outside. Happy men walked with smiles on their faces, singing loudly. I bought a badge and a tuna sandwich.
Another Mr Colleague: I watched Little Miss Sunshine yesterday and now I know why you liked it so much.
T Fox: Oh?
Another Mr Colleague: You look just like Abigail Breslin. Every time she was dancing, I thought about you.
About Bach and Keats
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Thinking about the scene early in the movie Tár, where the ghastly
Juilliard student Max announces that because he’s a pansexual BIPOC with an
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12 comments:
I had to google that Breslin person, and I refuse to believe you look 11, no matter how fairy-tale-ish you are. Abigail just simply doesn't look as if she could possibly have two cubs, a Mr. Fox and a grown-up job.
What did you have to tell Kazakhstan? That the Azov Sea was dead? Or that Borat wasn't real?
Possible interpretation of third comment: You look young.
Possible interpretation of all three comments: Man are idiots, ignore us.
Erm, assuming all three comments weren't entirely complimentary, anyway. Still haven't seen Little Miss Sunshine. And wasn't sure what to make of the Mädchen Grafenwalder comment. Still, at least you're now the top entry on google searches for Mädchen Grafenwalder, apparently. Actually, that's probably not a good thing... Or is it? Being as you're the top entry, and the only one written in English I still can't tell.
I haven't the time to google all these references, so I'll assume they were all complimentary, for how could they fail to be otherwise, you being you?
BiB, what? Borat isn't real? I refuse to believe you.
Dave, am I me?
OPC, I'm also top entry on these:
crap taiga
shitty taiga
horrible taiga
funny taiga
messy taiga
confusing taiga
and
sweaty taiga.
Bloody google.
Still, at least you're top for funny Taiga. And lovely Taiga. Well, actually, James is top for lovely Taiga, but he was talking about you.
By the way, if you're ever feeling down, it seems you have your own personal soundtrack (free downloads under 'Releases').
Ooh, I quite like some of that stuff. And if you go to the Legoego page you can have literally minutes of fun by playing more than one track sample at once. You can even start them at different points by clicking on the yellow bars that come up after playing them.
Right, I'm off to play at being a (very bad) DJ*...
*er, yes, I do have stuff to do... like being a DJ!
"C'mon everybody. Throw your hands in the air like... they're, um, detachable?"
Well, maybe not.
Thanks OPC :)
C'mon everybody. Throw your hands in the air like... they're, um, detachable?
Do you use that whilst drumming?
Throw your hands high in the air...
ya rockin to the rhythm, shake your terrier?
>>Do you use that whilst drumming?<<
:) Erm, we sometimes shout "Hey"...
>>Throw your hands high in the air...
ya rockin to the rhythm, shake your terrier?<<
Snoop Dogg covering Sugarhill Gang?
Borat is real, believe me. I've seen him, he was on the telly, how much more real could you want?
Well yo yo whassup hey, betcha I right yay, cos paid tha cost to be da Fox$, just don't call me punk
My name is F-o-single-x
And I'm the godmother of clunk.
Erm, well, possibly not.
S-C, I knew it! I bet next time BiB tries to tell me there really is someone called Paris Hilton.
Paris Hilton isn't real, and we're all going to wake up soon and discover that she was just a bad dream.
I hope.
Yes, B., that photo on your blog proves she can't be real.
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