He Can't Fly or Levitate

I'm not in the Due South fandom - obviously, since I watched the first episode last night - so I'm going to assume that somewhere on the internets, someone has made a fanvid about Benton Fraser to The Arrogant Worms' song Canadaman. But if they haven't, then this is a terrible travesty that ought to rectified immediately. Because...well, c'mon! (Except for the line about lardly muscles and looking horrible in tights, because that just isn't true)

Canadaman by The Arrogant Worms

Who wants to end all fighting except for in hockey
Who shops for a truck based on the holder for the coffee?
Who stands erect and insecure just like the CN tower?
Who's a superhero but not a superpower?

Canadaman! He eats donuts every day
Canadaman! and tries to keep out of the way
Canadaman! He appreciates input
And he says excuse me if you step on his foot

He can't fly or levitate can barely even jump
Can't see through women's clothing or bounce bullets off his rump
Looks horrible in tights, his Muscle are like lard
But who could save a life with his organ donor's card?

Canadaman! He loves Canadian culture
Canadaman! But what it is he isn't sure
Canadaman! Enjoys the social safety net
But who takes a job in the states the first chance he gets

Canadaman! He knows how to make poutine
Canadaman! And his hero is Lorn Greene
Canadaman! Wears a toque upon his head
He makes it look so easy or should we say e-zed!

Canadaman!

I rest my case.

He Robbed From The Rich And He Gave To The Poor

There was a much longer and wittier entry here, but then I accidentally hit back and it went away and I couldn't get it back. And if do not feel like remembering it all, so!

I thought the most incredibly awkward thing that could happen at work was calling my own parents. Which is in fact quite awkward, because I have very strong feelings about the different pieces of my life staying in their own seperate corners, and I frown quite heavily on them ever crossing over like that. SO VERY WEIRD.

But being the amazing person I am, I am constantly finding new and better ways to embarrass myself, often in public, and today I outdid myself by calling ONE OF MY PROFESSORS to hit up for money for the grad fund. And not just any professor - A. Sensei, my Japanese prof! THERE ARE NO WORDS FOR THE AWKWARDNESS OF THIS CONVERSATION. If she had actually answered the phone, I probably would have had to kill myself right there in the call center.

For my classes tomorrow, I have to read The Waste Land and big chunks of The Lotus Sutra. Why do I suspect this oh-so-surreal combination is going to give me some very interesting dreams?

We already knew that there are serious, serious things wrong with my brain, right? This is not news to anyone? I was just bluntly reminded of this by the following two oddities:

1. My muse has been really faily lately, but for the last few days it's been all obsessive with a story that I am never writing, because it is the MOST DEPRESSING STORY EVER. More or less Booster Gold futurefic where he is retired, and spends all his time reliving his glory days, watching the old home movies of the JLI and missing all his friends but mostly Ted. Who shows up in the movies, being all happy and awesome and completely oblivious to how horribly his life is going to end. 
2. I haven't watched Firefly in 4 months, and I haven't watched Jaynestown in probably 2 years, but no matter what I do, I CANNOT get Hero of Canton out of my head. I DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU ARE DOING THIS TO ME. A few times I managed to replace it with Khris Klover's song Queen Isabella, but then a few minutes would go by and I'd notice that under my breath, I was humming "our love for him now ain't hard to explain/the hero of Canton, the man they call Jaaaaaayne" and I just wanted to hit myself with something heavy until it stopped.

All proceeds from this post will go to Our Lady Of Inchoate Rambling, with my apologies.