"And we’re sexy.”
I also like him refusing to answer when the host asks what he wants on his tombstone. My poor boy and his death hangup, aww.
The Johns on 120 Minutes, discussing Flood and playing “Where Your Eyes Don’t Go” and “Particle Man.” Apologies for the stops and starts but my VHS tape was being completely uncooperative with me when I recorded this to DVD. I did the best I could with editing it.
Found this picture today. Flansy obviously was not in the mood for a photo but my friend took it anyways. Dallas, TX at The Gypsy Tea Room circa 1999.
He looks like he’s being tailed by paparazzi on his vacation to somewhere exclusive and glamorous
The fact that, to my eternal disappointment, we’ve only seen Flans in his bare feet but we have seen John in his socks lends further credence to my theory that John Linnell is a Never Nude like Tobias in Arrested Development. (Yes, obviously he still wouldn’t be nude if he took his goddamn socks off, but it’s just evidence that he can’t remove EVEN THE TINIEST AMOUNT OF CLOTHING, LIKE, EVER.)
Early this morning, while I was sleeping, my computer suddenly started blasting “Cowtown.” I’m assuming my apartment isn’t haunted and it was just my kitty—I’d been repeating “Ana Ng” last night and it would’ve been easy to just move Foobar to the next song, and walking across my keyboard to make stuff happen is one of her favourite things to do. But it was still rather unsettling. Thank god it was just “Cowtown” and not, like, Dial-A-Song “Token Back to Brooklyn” (my personal pick for MOST TERRIFYING TMBG SONG EVER).
After I fell back asleep I had a dream that a bunch of Flansongs (I don’t remember which ones) had backwards messages in them about dinosaurs. I was saying how it was so silly and John would never do something so ridiculous, but secretly I thought it was awesome cos DINOSAURS HELL YEH.
"Did you see the El Pico can?" asks the younger Giant. He gestures to an enormous coffee can. "I got the big one—El Pico Super Grande."
"Check out how big it is," adds his teammate with a final thought. "Two and a quarter pounds. You could almost fit your head inside it."