“I really ought to go to bed. To make myself feel better about this whole process I will try to reveal some of myself. I've been listening to Avril's new record all night. I can't tell you exactly why, but it sort of makes me feel like I am 15 all over again in a parallel universe. I'm so ashamed and so proud of myself at the same time. I learned “Together” on the piano. We could never cover it. We can get away with covering Britney, but Avril would just not be acceptable. It's like the difference between admitting you like porn (which is cool) and admitting you make child porn (which is not cool).”
Guess who wrote that. Amanda. Amanda Palmer of the Dresden Dolls. Her diary is my latest addiction. She's crazy. Reading her journal reminds me of reading the journal entries at the start of Jhonen Vasquez's I Feel Sick. Oh, and I heard the other day that after kids really started liking Invader Zim they started searching for Jhonen's other work. And found Johnny. That freaked him out a bit.
I leave you with this:
“Finally a bouncer came to the rescue and removed strange Snake-Twirling-Stuffing-Spraying-Girl from the stage forever. Brian and I stopped the song, shook the snake-stuffing out of my keyboard and did a small rain dance to dispell the rest of the bad mojo. We later heard her protests and declarations of “But it's ART, man!!!” Yes, it is art. It is also art if I shoot you in the arm. Remember the sixties? “