Have any of you ever seen MST3K? What the heck does that stand for, Moms? That was one of the funniest sci-fi shows I watched in college in the mid-90’s. The acronym stands for Mystery Science Theater Three Thousand. Now let me fill you in on a little secret; well it’s not really a secret because a ton of people know this and it really doesn’t matter who on this earth (and since we are talking sci-fi, who in this galaxy or any other galaxy, knows), I really don’t like science fiction.
But MST3K was F*cking hillarious. There was a guy, and two weird robots that he built, I think. And they are in are alone in an empty theater. They are watching terrible science fiction movies. I’m not talking “B” films, but “K” films, or even “Q” films. I am talking Cheesy, almost painfully bad science fiction movies.
Throughout the movie, these three characters would make fun of the movie and crack joke about the actors/plots/everything going on. Think Rocky Horror Picture Show-esque commentary.
Ok, I lost my point altogether…Where the hell was I going with this?…think, think, think!
LA, LA, LA, DEE, DEE, DEE, DOO, DOO, HUM, HUM, LA, LEE, LA, LA, LA (Muzak, to keep you entertained while I try to recall my point)
GOT IT!! And this is turning into a really LOOOOONG entry but it is truly AWESOME, so read it!
I have the lyrics to the song “Crazy” by Gnarls Barkley. I really like this song, and I think the lyrics fit me (and ironically my best friend who we frequently discussed who is more “mental” at any given time). And like MST3K, I am going to add my own commentary/interpretation of the lyrics as I feel they belong to me. To separate that actual lyrics from my thoughts and feelings, I will type the lyrics in plain font, and my commentary will be inside parentheses and written in CAPITALS.
So, without further ado, “Crazy”
I remember when, (I REMEMBER NOTHING)
I remember, I remember when I lost my mind (LIKE THERE WAS A DATE THAT I COULD MARK ON MY CALENDAR)
Even your emotions had an echo (MUST BE A LOUD FRIGGIN’ ECHO BECAUSE MY MENTALNESS CAUSES ME TO EXPLODE LIKE A BANSHEE ABOUT TO BE ATTACKED BY A RABID PANTHER.)
In so much space (ED KEEPS ME ON AN EXTREMELY SHORT LEASH, SO I DON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT SPACE.)
And when you’re out there, without care (WITHOUT CARE? ARE YOU KIDDING? HELLO SCALE. HELLO CLOTHING SIZE)
Yeah, I was out of touch (HELLO MIRROR, HELLO EYES)
But It wasn’t because I didn’t know enough (ED EDUCATES ME)
I just knew too much (ED again)
Does that make me crazy? (NO)
Does that make me crazy? (NO)
Does that make me crazy? (NO)
Possibly…
And I hope that you are having (AND BY YOU, I MEAN YOU, MY SUPER BLOG READERS)
The time of your life (READING MY BLOG)
But thing twice (ABOUT NOT READING MY BLOG)
That’s my only advice (I’LL SERIOUSLY BEG IF NEED BE)
Come on now, who do you, (I REALLY CAN SPEAK FOR YOU, BECAUSE YOU REALLY MEANS ME)
Who do you, who do you, who do you think you are? (I KNOW WHO I AM. I AM A FAT DISGUSTING COW)
Ha ha ha, bless your soul (YUP, MOMSGOTPROBLEMS, YOU ARE OBESE AND YOU KNOW IT)
You really think you’re in control? (NOT EVEN CLOSE TO BEING IN CONTROL. IF I WAS IN CONTROL. IF I HAD ANY SELF CONTROL, I WOULDN’T BINGE AND BINGE AND BINGE AND EAT HORRIFIC AMOUNTS OF FOOD WHILE ED STANDS BY ME LAUGHING. I WOULD TAKE ACTION OF SOME KIND.)
Well I think you’re crazy (AND BY CRAZY ED MEANS WORTHLESS, SPINELESS, WEAK AND TOO HUGE FOR WORDS.)
I think you’re crazy (ED WANTS ME TO BINGE–WHY WON’T YOU ENCOURAGE ME TO PURGE, ED?)
I think you’re crazy (ED CONTROLS ME)
Just like me (MOST PEOPLE HAVE SELF-CONTROL, BUT CLEARLY NOT ME)
My heroes had the heart (AND CONVICTION)
To lose their lives out on a limb (FOR ME, THEY WILL MAINTAIN A HEALTHY REGIMEN AND NOT EVEN THINK OF ED–AND FOR ME THE WHOLE “EAT SENSILY” AND EXERCISE DAILY IS AN UNATTAINABLE FEAT THAT IS THE STUFF THAT MAKE SUPERHEREOS)
And all I remember (AGAIN, NOT AN EASY TASK; I BARELY REMEMBER MY BREAKFAST THIS MORNING.)
Is thinking, I want to be like them ( THEY USED TO BE THE TYPE OF PEOPLE I WANTED TO BE LIKE AND WAY BACK IN THE RECESSES OF MY MIND, PAST THE GREY MATTER, THERE MAY BE A TINY TINY PIECE TO GET THAT PART FIXED.)
Ever since I was little (WAS OVERWEIGHT THEN)
Ever since I was little it looked like fun (OK, I WAS JEALOUS, EVEN THEN, OF THE KIDS THAT GOT PICKED FIRST FOUR KICKBALL OR CAPTURE THE FLAG, AND OTHER PHYSICAL OUTSIDE (ISH GAMES) BECAUSE THEY WERE FASTER/BETTER ATHLETESI was jealous, even then, of the kids that got picked first for kickball and capture the flag and other gym class games because they were faster/better athletes/in better shape/skinnier)
And it’s no coincidence I’ve come… (fatter and fatter and fatter and coupled with ED and bulimic)
And I can die when I’m done (I do not want to die when I am skinny, that would be stupid. But honestly, I would “die” to be skinny because it is f*cking depressing as hell to be a fat f*ck.)
But maybe I’m crazy (crazy means fat, YES)
Maybe you’re crazy (you’re means me and crazy means fat, YES)
Maybe we’re crazy (we’re means me and crazy means fat, YES)
Probably… (YES)
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My Commentary on Gnarls Barkleys’ Song “Crazy”
Have any of you ever seen MST3K? What the heck does that stand for, Moms? That was one of the funniest sci-fi shows I watched in college in the mid-90’s. The acronym stands for Mystery Science Theater Three Thousand. Now let me fill you in on a little secret; well it’s not really a secret because a ton of people know this and it really doesn’t matter who on this earth (and since we are talking sci-fi, who in this galaxy or any other galaxy, knows), I really don’t like science fiction.
But MST3K was F*cking hillarious. There was a guy, and two weird robots that he built, I think. And they are in are alone in an empty theater. They are watching terrible science fiction movies. I’m not talking “B” films, but “K” films, or even “Q” films. I am talking Cheesy, almost painfully bad science fiction movies.
Throughout the movie, these three characters would make fun of the movie and crack joke about the actors/plots/everything going on. Think Rocky Horror Picture Show-esque commentary.
Ok, I lost my point altogether…Where the hell was I going with this?…think, think, think!
LA, LA, LA, DEE, DEE, DEE, DOO, DOO, HUM, HUM, LA, LEE, LA, LA, LA (Muzak, to keep you entertained while I try to recall my point)
GOT IT!! And this is turning into a really LOOOOONG entry but it is truly AWESOME, so read it!
I have the lyrics to the song “Crazy” by Gnarls Barkley. I really like this song, and I think the lyrics fit me (and ironically my best friend who we frequently discussed who is more “mental” at any given time). And like MST3K, I am going to add my own commentary/interpretation of the lyrics as I feel they belong to me. To separate that actual lyrics from my thoughts and feelings, I will type the lyrics in plain font, and my commentary will be inside parentheses and written in CAPITALS.
So, without further ado, “Crazy”
I remember when, (I REMEMBER NOTHING)
I remember, I remember when I lost my mind (LIKE THERE WAS A DATE THAT I COULD MARK ON MY CALENDAR)
Even your emotions had an echo (MUST BE A LOUD FRIGGIN’ ECHO BECAUSE MY MENTALNESS CAUSES ME TO EXPLODE LIKE A BANSHEE ABOUT TO BE ATTACKED BY A RABID PANTHER.)
In so much space (ED KEEPS ME ON AN EXTREMELY SHORT LEASH, SO I DON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT SPACE.)
And when you’re out there, without care (WITHOUT CARE? ARE YOU KIDDING? HELLO SCALE. HELLO CLOTHING SIZE)
Yeah, I was out of touch (HELLO MIRROR, HELLO EYES)
But It wasn’t because I didn’t know enough (ED EDUCATES ME)
I just knew too much (ED again)
Does that make me crazy? (NO)
Does that make me crazy? (NO)
Does that make me crazy? (NO)
Possibly…
And I hope that you are having (AND BY YOU, I MEAN YOU, MY SUPER BLOG READERS)
The time of your life (READING MY BLOG)
But thing twice (ABOUT NOT READING MY BLOG)
That’s my only advice (I’LL SERIOUSLY BEG IF NEED BE)
Come on now, who do you, (I REALLY CAN SPEAK FOR YOU, BECAUSE YOU REALLY MEANS ME)
Who do you, who do you, who do you think you are? (I KNOW WHO I AM. I AM A FAT DISGUSTING COW)
Ha ha ha, bless your soul (YUP, MOMSGOTPROBLEMS, YOU ARE OBESE AND YOU KNOW IT)
You really think you’re in control? (NOT EVEN CLOSE TO BEING IN CONTROL. IF I WAS IN CONTROL. IF I HAD ANY SELF CONTROL, I WOULDN’T BINGE AND BINGE AND BINGE AND EAT HORRIFIC AMOUNTS OF FOOD WHILE ED STANDS BY ME LAUGHING. I WOULD TAKE ACTION OF SOME KIND.)
Well I think you’re crazy (AND BY CRAZY ED MEANS WORTHLESS, SPINELESS, WEAK AND TOO HUGE FOR WORDS.)
I think you’re crazy (ED WANTS ME TO BINGE–WHY WON’T YOU ENCOURAGE ME TO PURGE, ED?)
I think you’re crazy (ED CONTROLS ME)
Just like me (MOST PEOPLE HAVE SELF-CONTROL, BUT CLEARLY NOT ME)
My heroes had the heart (AND CONVICTION)
To lose their lives out on a limb (FOR ME, THEY WILL MAINTAIN A HEALTHY REGIMEN AND NOT EVEN THINK OF ED–AND FOR ME THE WHOLE “EAT SENSILY” AND EXERCISE DAILY IS AN UNATTAINABLE FEAT THAT IS THE STUFF THAT MAKE SUPERHEREOS)
And all I remember (AGAIN, NOT AN EASY TASK; I BARELY REMEMBER MY BREAKFAST THIS MORNING.)
Is thinking, I want to be like them ( THEY USED TO BE THE TYPE OF PEOPLE I WANTED TO BE LIKE AND WAY BACK IN THE RECESSES OF MY MIND, PAST THE GREY MATTER, THERE MAY BE A TINY TINY PIECE TO GET THAT PART FIXED.)
Ever since I was little (WAS OVERWEIGHT THEN)
Ever since I was little it looked like fun (OK, I WAS JEALOUS, EVEN THEN, OF THE KIDS THAT GOT PICKED FIRST FOUR KICKBALL OR CAPTURE THE FLAG, AND OTHER PHYSICAL OUTSIDE (ISH GAMES) BECAUSE THEY WERE FASTER/BETTER ATHLETESI was jealous, even then, of the kids that got picked first for kickball and capture the flag and other gym class games because they were faster/better athletes/in better shape/skinnier)
And it’s no coincidence I’ve come… (fatter and fatter and fatter and coupled with ED and bulimic)
And I can die when I’m done (I do not want to die when I am skinny, that would be stupid. But honestly, I would “die” to be skinny because it is f*cking depressing as hell to be a fat f*ck.)
But maybe I’m crazy (crazy means fat, YES)
Maybe you’re crazy (you’re means me and crazy means fat, YES)
Maybe we’re crazy (we’re means me and crazy means fat, YES)
Probably… (YES)
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