THINGS I LIKE: BIG BANGS

I am a bit (okay, a lot) late to this particular party, but after I had seen the pilot to CBS' The Big Bang Theory, I was rather less than impressed. Nerds. Hot chick. Hur hur. No, not really, thank you. I am a nerd, and I am not Sheldon (despite what you may have heard from others. I do, for example, have an actual laughter and am not quite a neat freak as... oh, well okay, I am a neat freak and I have the tendency to shelve my books in order of author and then importance of the work. Sue me)

A couple of nights ago, when i was yet again insomniac, I flipped on the televsion and in Germany the show does air at an ungodly hour (in repeats) and then at another ungodly hour (daily at 11.30 AM). But I managed to watch two episodes in a row, and I did indeed have to laugh, then chuckle, then I believe I made a sound not unlike a squeaky toy, although I wouldn't be able to vouch for that and it could have been the beginning of sleep apnoe.

In the meantime I have watched about eight more episodes, and it has started to grow on me. Maybe not exactly like a fungus, although that would be the obvious comparison. Other comparisons would include prolonged drug use, hallucinatory nervous breaks and my personal favourite, the Charlie Sheen cocktail.

Anyway, I do find Sheldon to be one of the funniest characters to be invented on television, because there is one truth in this show, maybe more, but definitely one I can relate to. The smartest people in the room are also more often than not the ones who cannot figure out the obvious.

Or as Sheldon realized after he tried to "train" Penny with chocolate (quite successfully), and she got Leonard to put up her bed for her in exchange for the soon to follow hot monkey sex... "Hm. Sex appears to be working even better in the training than chocolate. I wonder why nobody has noticed that before."

That. Was. Brilliant.

Also, it is the first time at night I am willing myself not go on Twitter. I have eebn there a lot, and tried to do my little bit here and there for over a month now, and the sheer continued insanity is hurting me mentally. I cannot stop thinking about whether the people I am in contact with are safe. Like I said before, with me it's all or nothing when i open up. And I worry for them. Sure, they are people I never properly met, but still.... I worry for them.

I hope they will be safe.

P.S. Since we are on the subject of universal insignificance (or the exact opposite of such thing), here is another song that captures both quite well, Eric Idle's "Galaxy Song".

THE SOUNDTRACK OF THE DAY GOES OUT TO KARL THEODOR ZU GUTTENBERG AND THE GERMAN MEDIA: LET ME LIVE

Today was one of those rare days when you are witness to a public break-up between two stars. Or two sides that both believe themselves to be stars.

On the one hand, you have the German political media that has been so much in love with now ex-secretary of defense, Karl Theodor zu Guttenberg, that they never cared enough to properly vet this man, this awesome, awful man, who looked like he was the answer to all of Germany's political problems and who at the end showed that he is the very symbols of what ails this corporatocracy.

And on the other hand you have Guttenberg.

Who doesn't blame himself for the end of his political career, how could he? For all he knows, this sociopath did nothing wrong, and by that I mean that he commited fraud, lied to the public, lied to his university, embellished his biography, threw everybody under the bus that didn't further his career, abused three dead soldiers over the past two weeks as shields against the media, and... oh yes, and he was an avid reader of Germany's tabloid, the BILD.

Even in his final moments in the spotlight, he could not, would not use that moment to apologise. See, that is the nature of sociopaths. For them, nothing they do is ever wrong. And in his final minutes, using a rather worn-out (sociopaths are also never very creative)scheme, he tried to see the seeds of what was supposed to be something us Germans call "Dolchstoßlegende". If you are not familiar with the term, it was that mythical bullshit after the end of World War 1 that allowed the eventual destruction of the Weimar Republic, stating that "the war would not have been lost, if only the home front had stood firm."

In Guttenberg's personal, school edition version of this myth, it was not him who was to blame for his downfall by committing an act of fraud by copying roughly 50 percent of his dissertation without assigning the text to its proper authors, by abusing copyright, not to mention that to these 50 percent we have to add the almost 1,200 quotes and footnotes he did use, which makes his dissertation not only fraudulent but also a joke, no... it was the relentless hounding of him by the media that just didn't leave him alone the way they had done over the two years prior.

In other words, "honey, it's you."

And to honor that sentiment, here's Freddie Mercury and Queen.

Because this much cheese should only be allowed if you are Freddie.

Nobody else.

There you go, why don't you take a little piece of my heart, now, will you?