Everybody Must Get Stoned

It's just too beautiful this morning and my dreams (oh shit- these dreams) were so wearying and I found myself unable to sleep for hours at a time (or was it moments?) the negative thoughts just racing through my head telling me you're bad, you're bad, you're so bad. You're no good, etc. I kept thinking about this scene from Curb Your Enthusiasm in which Larry gets some pot for his father for medicinal reasons and then in true Larry fashion, somehow picks up a hooker on the way and then they all get stoned and well...this is why I don't get stoned. The four a.m. thoughts are bad enough, please- don't ask me to throw weed in the mix.
But enough about me. Spend two minutes watching this and let's all get over it and realize that we're human, we're human, we're funny little critters.

If It's Wrong To Love Larry David, I Don't Want To Be Right (cont)

TV Vampires do not get my blood flowing. They look like damn actors with blood on their fake teeth. So HBO's series about Sukie and that boyfriend of hers does nothing for me. Frankly, the show gives me the creeps and not in a good way although if someone offered me the part of an old woman vampire on it, I'd take it. I'm no fool.
But honestly, that show (and I can't even remember the name of it to tell you the truth, oh wait- True Blood?) is just what I have to sit through before Curb Your Enthusiasm and dammit, last night's episode was the last of the season and I doubt I've seen half of them this year but I will.

Oh yes, I will.

Mr. Moon does not especially like Curb. It makes him nervous. But me? Oh hell, y'all. That man's humor is so dark and richly veined that I just want to dive down in it and never come up. And what I think I love the most about it is that David is not afraid to take on any subject whatsoever. Death, race, unusually large penises on small boys, mental illness, religion, sex, childhood trauma- whatever- and he bumbles and he stumbles through situations trying to make things good and always fucking it up and he hires the most incredible actors and in my next lifetime I want to be Susie Essman who plays his agent's wife and who gets to scream things like, "Fuck you, you fucking fuck!" at top volume (which I think disturbs Mr. Moon but delights the fucking hell out of me) and oh, it's just a dream show.
Last night's episode included Michael J. Fox and his Parkinson's and also a little boy whom Larry described as possibly "pre-gay," and to whom he gave a sewing machine. There were also Hitler mustaches, swastikas, suppositories and oh, god, I don't even know.

But here's a short clip of the little boy and the sewing machine and I'm still laughing about it.