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Sitting here laughing out loud!

Janice, you're the best...

As I've recently been dealing with a resurgence of attention from my hyper-Xian past, I found this particularly hilarious. Thank you, Janice, for doing what needs to be done. You are a true American hero!

Just when I thought I couldn't admire you more...

YES! I wish I had been there. I would have surely chimed in . . . mostly because I know all of the lyrics.

And I have been thinking a lot about your move and how stressful such things can be. I hope that you are settling in, at least as much as you can with the awareness that this too is temporary. I wish I could offer you something more permanent but you know how Buddhists say about impermanence. Even death isn't permanent. I mean honestly! You can't get a break!

That was you singing over my preacheratin'?

Where is the sly camera phone when you need it? I'd sooooo make this viral on youtube had I been there to filtch it from the air!

Good for you. While such confrontation makes my Connecticutian sphincter go tupperware-tight, I certainly applaud YOU doing it.

As a side note, why do religio-hacks think that their god will "not be mocked?" A little insecure, the Lord? Seems to me that He needs to maybe harden the fuck up if he wants to make it in this life.

HAahahAHa!! Thanks Janice...sittin' here at work and that was the laugh I needed!! You are the best!! Good Job, maybe you'll see him again and he will remember you and stop...or you could just think of offensive stuff to sing, something by Marilyn Manson perhaps ;) lol

Bravo! I only wish I were clever and quick-thinking enough to come up with something like that!

You guys, seriously, it is not a good idea to encourage my vigilante singing. I'm like the Bernie Goetz of show tunes.

Okay. Just spewed coffee all over my monitor.

I wonder how many people are going to have to google Bernie Goetz.

ha! good for you. my favorite is when they tell you that you are damned to hell, and then they ask for money!

From De-Lovely 2004


Cole Porter: I'm worried about you.
Linda Porter: You don't need to worry about me or your show. It's all taken care of. I'm in God's hands, the show's in yours. I do wish it were the other way around.

From De-Lovely (2004)

Cole Porter: I'm worried about you.

Linda Porter: You don't need to worry about me or your show. It's all taken care of. I'm in God's hands, the show's in yours. I do wish it were the other way around.

Holy crap, it's like you lived my fantasy! I have ALWAYS wanted to sing old standards out loud to drown out that stuff. (I, sadly, never had the cojones to do it though, I now get to enjoy it vicariously through you)

Brilliant! Brilliantbrilliantbrilliant!

"...the Bernie Goetz of show tunes..."

I'm going to wet my pants. Right here in the office.

I'm so glad you're back and posting. I truly missed these gems!

That was I with the Xian past. Thought Firefox was remembering my name for me. It used to. By the way, you could take the N or Q train for a much faster ride. Just transfer to the R at the first stop in Brooklyn. I do it all the time. :)

how unfathomably delightful. if i didn't have pesto sauce coming out of my nose from reading this, it would be a crime. i simply must torture my neighbors with cole porter cd's this instant.

YES!! YES!! YEEESSSS!!!

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