So f**king rock.

You know, when I get an obsession, it's actually kind of annoying. 

I mean, I know why I'm suddenly so focused on Tim Minchin.  In looks alone, it's like he plucked out all the aspects about a guy that I squee over and rolled them all into one character.  And top that with really smart humor, wicked-awesome piano playing, a beautiful voice (Australian accent!!) then you've completely lost me. 

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The obsession is annoying because all I really want to do now is listen to his music and watch the DVD I got from Australia (yay for my computer not caring whether it's PAL or region 1 or what!)  I don't wanna work, I wanna sing along with "Inflatable you" and "Canvas bags".  I'd much rather be watching him perform "Angry (Feet)" or explaining why f**k means "fuck" more than "fuck" means "fuck" anymore.  ("It's like the pedophile who wears the big brown aviator glasses to the pool... if anything, it makes him look more like a pedophile.")

And finally, this new uber-interest of mine is annoying because, at least for the forseable future, Mr. Minchin won't be coming around to America.  He has a show going on now in England, and this fall he'll be going all around the UK playing shows.  I can't go see them.  I'm stuck over here in the stupid U.S. which doesn't have any Tim Minchin goodness in it, and is full of people who don't even know who he is. 

What kind of fun is that??

I shall just have to placate myself with my CDs (thanks Sean!) and my DVD (thanks eBay!) and involvement in the online forum www.angry-feet.com which is full of Aussies and Brits who put up with my clueless American flailings with amused grace.

Finally, I blame all of this on my other obsession, Neil Gaiman.  It's his fault because he posted the video of Tim performing Inflatable You on his blog.  See what you started, Neil??  My friends will never forgive you.