Now, that was a depressing post.

I mean, all about life failure and death and flying monkeys being shot out of the blue. Very morbid stuff. As if the world had too little angst.

I got to watch Margaret Cho yesterday night. She was, in a word, FUCKING hilarious. I stress on that adjective of sexual intercourse, becos that was what the main topic was a about. FUCKING everything. In a bad, funny sort of way. Nothing was taboo, everything was attacked: Politics, Love, Gays, Lesbians, Activists, Asians everything! And she was very funny. Had me cooing out and shouting 'Gay power' with the rest of them.

Stop looking at me like that.

Had a very satisfying DOTA experience (is not sex) and slept over at Derek's (empty) apartment.

And had good steamboat today. So its all good.

I feel like I should leave something wise here.

The Sinister Ducks - March of the Sinister Ducks

Everyone thinks they're such sweet little things
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
Soft downy feathers and nice little wings.
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!

But there's a poison I'd like to administer,
You think they're cuddly but I think they're sinister.
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!

What are they doing at night in the park?
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
Think of them waddling about in the dark.
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!

Sneering and whispering and stealing your cars,
Reading pornography, smoking cigars.
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!

Nasty and small undeserving of life.
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
They smirk at your hairstyle and sleep with your wife.
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!

Dressed in black jackets and horrible shoes,
Getting divorces and turning to booze.
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!

Forcing old ladies to throw them some bread.
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
Who could deny they'd be better off dead?
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!

Look closer and you may recoil in surprise,
At web-footed fascists with mad little eyes.
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!
Ducks, Ducks! Quack, Quack! Quack, Quack!