Educated
Listening to The Joy Formidable (A Balloon Called Moaning) (Again.)
Can't stop listening to this album. Seriously, my OCD about this band is borderline obnoxious. The album is just so good! And look how cute they are! They're from Wales, now based out of London, and are releasing a single from their new album on October 10 called "I Don't Want to See You Like This." I will be hitting that hard, rest assured. I'm in a list-making mood tonight after jotting down some short- and long-term goals. Hence:
Reasons why my obsession with The Joy Formidable is warranted:
Their bass player’s name is Rhyddian Dafydd
Their lead singer’s first name is Ritzy
They fucking rock the fuck out
Upon a cursory skimming of The Joy Formidable wikipedia article I noticed that they’ve had a fan-made video banned from YouTube because it contained masturbation. And the best part – “masturbation” is an active link in the article. You know I had to follow it.
This led me to the wikipedia article on masturbation, which the author chose to illustrate with a painting by one of my favorite artists, Gustav Klimt. I’m not convinced it’s a Klimt though. Looks more like something by Egon Schiele, another of my faves. My living room is full of Schiele’s paintings (none of which showcase masturbation, but all of which creep out a few of my friends. Not sure what this says about them. Or me.) The best part – this article has an active link to an article on masturbation marathons. The logo for the Masturbate-a-thon is truly something you need to see. Go now; we’ll wait here for you. The 2008 world record was held by one Masanobu Sato who, according to the article, “masturbated for 9 hours and 33 minutes. In 2009 he extended [ed. Note: I’ll bet] his record to 9 hours and 58 minutes.” I love that the only two countries that have held this marathon are the U.S. (in San Francisco, natch) and the Netherlands.
Thus ends the education portion of the post.
My iPhone continues to play little tricksies on me. Just today I called two friends while attempting to play some music. Ironically, when I try to make a call (on purpose) half the time I end up in the person’s contact record unable to place the call. While I was talking to one of the friends I accidentally called, my cheekbone sent a text message to another friend that read “jjiifjlsijf.” Response back from friend: “You’re drinking again, aren’t you?” Lovely.
Oh, and I think I broke my toe. Pretty sure iPhone didn’t cause it, but one can’t be too sure. I suspect if I try to call a doctor I’ll just end up playing some music or getting directions to the closest taco joint.
I’ll be seeing The Joy Formidable on November 16 and I am counting down the days. Tune in on November 17 for full report!
