Sunday, December 22, 2013

This is the fatal reality of my Christmas.

Unable to bow because of my back, I am now being crushed by Christmas.




I adore Invader Zim in all his mentally mangled insanity. I identity with so much of this crazy, dark little cartoon which only lasted a couple of seasons on Nickelodeon. I'm certain parents looked up from their paper, or book, or computer and went batshit over this twisted little character and his futile plans to take over the Earth. Either that, or their kids started having nightmares. It could happen.

But I have always been drawn to the hapless, over-faced villain. Daffy Duck, Yosemite Sam, the Martian with his eludium pu36 explosive space modulator, Wile E. Coyote, Plankton from Spongebob Squarepants, and tiny little Invader Zim with his Big BIG plans.

Despite the very real fact that I am being crushed by Christmas, you have to admit that is a catchy little tune and very easy to sing. I can sing this at the top of my lungs and still manage to sound WAAAAAAAY better than any attempt at O Holy Night. When I sing O Holy Night, I sound worse than this guy -- probably because I can't match the level of sincere fervor.




3 comments:

  1. Invader Zim was great, haven't seen any of those in a long time.

    I'm not allowed to sing loud. Apparently I'm too close to the river. The Army Corps of Engineers complained, something about curdling a navigable waterway.

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  2. A bit like me, RG. My friends & family have banned me from singing around them on pain of death.. The last time I 'sang' the local cruelty to animals group came around to find out who was torturing cats. Heh.

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  3. HAHAHAHA! We three have GOT to get together and be a trio! We could release a Christmas album.

    I have a friend who is very religious (in a good way!) and she insisted that everyone can sing because it is a gift from God. I gave her a look and belted out a chorus of "Hello Dolly!" She looked at me for a long time and said, "Okay...you're cursed."

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