Affirmation.

So I'm sitting here yammering hyperkineticly at Furtoonia and bouncing along with some music. And it's The Arrogant Worms song "Killer Robots From Venus", which has a chorus that repeats

Nooooo, there's nothing wrong with killer robots from Venus! over and over.

So I'm singing and bouncing and the boyfriend walks out and -stares- at me, so I pause the music.

"What," he asks, "the living HELL are you listening to?"
"Er. Arrogant Worms?"
"Why is he singing about his killer robot's penis? Is there a PROBLEM with it? Does it not shoot death rays properly?"


I want to make this perfectly clear: In spite of all my moping, I TOTALLY love my life.