Laughable Rhapsody

Sountrack: The Carpenters. Used to play their cassettes over and over again when I was so very young. And now I've rediscovered some of their old songs online. Happy, happy. "Just like a long lost friend, all the songs I love so well." Still shining!

EDIT: 28th of August, early morning/midday; after having read the shocking news on Owen Wilson's (alleged) suicide attempt/recent hospitalization. My very best wishes go to this great, hunky, charming and talented comedian; let's hope he gets well soon! :) Scara loves Owen and really doesn't want him to be that unhappy! Kate Hudson, get yourself together and see what you've done to the man's heart. He's always so adorable and obviously not the toughest of guys, mentally-wise, either. Stay strong, buddy!

And then, something completely different. Which I began writing on yesterday. Things to laugh at, really. Or not. More tragic, of sorts. Tragicomic. Dark humour. Like my fascination concerning the overly enthusiastic women whose voices sing out through the loudspeaker at the training studio next door. Sounds like someone getting butchered, almost. And no, that isn't funny. It really isn't funny. But when it goes on like that for a while and takes place every second afternoon, then you start giggling just a bit. Never quite figured why they have to scream and shout to such an unbelievable extent whilst working out. How they manage. Or if they enjoy it. Probably don't. Why does exercise have to be controlled and organized, and - more specifically - by manic, wrinkled, frantic, middle aged skinny-bodies in too-tights? Oh well. I go for a private jog instead, alone, on my own, and with no trance music, no mentors, no coaches, only a couple of birds and their whistling, to suddenly appear and accompany the tone of my trainers' rythmically hitting the asphalt. Why don't these stressed females turn to harmonic, bodily preservation like that, and realize what they do now is rather a way of inflicting more stress upon themselves? The knowledge, darlings, the insight, the wisdom. Like, second and next up, those teenie-weenie, high pitched girls on MTV's "Super Sweet Sixteen" who seem to be spoilt, little brats with naïve, silly-billy Daddies - whose credit cards apparantly hold an unlimitied credit range, even bigger than that of the pin The Ninth Doctor gave Adam the "genius". Whoever hosts a manequin show before her birthday, instructing her guests in fashion what-to-wear's and faux pas's? Lest to say, whoever drives an extremely petrol-consuming Hummer limousine-monster to pick up her models-to be and drives them to an audtion in order to carefully select who might be most fit to stroll down the catwalk give the party that "perfect look", whereafter flying off tgo France to pick up a "Cinderella" dress that isn't yet good enough, so it has to be tailor-altered and dyed pink? Guess who pays for it! And meanwhile the brat's so-called friends are discussing the potential quality of the party and how cool their official birthday girl is, planning and all, being the severely critical judges of her every move - whilst she saunters about trying to get her beauty treatment done and practising her opening dance. Yeah, right, I know it's a bit far-fetched and stretched but still! I mean, what kind of people inhabit this planet nowadays? So, instead, I look for better sources of "positive vibes" (as the great Sutherland sr. would put it) - and, albeit slightly grotesque, this surely is one of the funniest things I've seen in a loong while:

Must have taken ages to film, not to mention the equipment and post-production. LOL. And the makeup. And the harmonizing. Almost as funny as the small bit of Sycorax' vocalizing at the end of the Doctor Who Series 2 deleted scenes-featurette. Now, if *that* (above) ain't the perfect proof of being a true fan, I have no idea what could possibly be. Never thought LEGO figures could be so violent, either, though. Lethal toys! Bad toy-boys! Still, their singing's pretty good. Admittedly. Did anyone else know LEGO people could sing like Freddie Mercury? Brian, here's a tip, maybe this is what you should look for when searching for a new vocalist to join your band; or, better, why don't you change your wannabe-new vocalist - Paul Rodgers - for a LEGO man! That I'd like to see, in action!

[Credit: Link to überclever YouTube-person found through post @ Brian's SoapBox. Otherwise, all credit belongs solely to Mr. Bri(lliant), as always, with all rights served and stuff.]