... in which David is pretty certain.

Picture this:
David has just stepped out of the shower and is playing with his freshly washed hair trying to figure out what can be done with it, what new look can be achieved, what style would better suit him. Jokingly, he gives himself a comb-over. He thinks he looks soooo nerdy (but kinda hot, too... ok, my name is vanity). THEN! Several fairly obvious concepts come together and...

Enter: Idea!

I'd been trying to come up with a superhero to go as for the camp, and it's come to me. Superman! But not SUPERMAN Superman, Clark Kent Superman. More specifically, Clark Kent undressing into Superman.

I'll go as a Hot Nerd-y Clark Kent! Complete with an unfashionable hair-parting, thick black glasses, and suspenders. There'll also be a respectable, journalist-looking shirt, half unbuttoned to reveal a Superman symbol below. Every so often, I'll grab the opening of my shirt, thrust my chest out, and look with Justice into the middle-distance.

It'll be SUPER! XP


In less Hot Nerd-y news, I bought Bjork's Debut the other day. I really like it. I can hear elements of what was to become Post bubbling away every so often, and I love it. Post is my favourite Bjork album so far, though I don't have all of Walden's Pond or any of Bjork (and seeing as I don't live in Iceland, this is unlikely to be rectified), Homogenic, Vespertine or Volta. I think Walden's Pond should be my next-aquired Bjorkity... if it even exists... I can't make heads or tails of that one. But, from what I've heard her say about Vespertine and Medulla, those are her two most serious works, and I can hear that in Medulla, so I think that after/instead of Walden's Pond I'll go Homogenic or Volta.

That is all for now.

Army of Me
Stand up,
You've got to manage.
I won't sympathise
Anymore.

And if you complain once more,
You'll meet an army of me.
And if you complain once more,
You'll meet an army of me.

You're alright;
There's nothing wrong.
Self-sufficience please!
And get to work.

And if you complain once more,
You'll meet an army of me.
And if you complain once more,
You'll meet an army of me.
Army of me.

You're on your own now.
We won't save you.
Your rescued squad
Is too exhausted.

And if you complain once more,
You'll meet an army of me.
And if you complain once more,
You'll meet an army of me.
And if you complain once more,
You'll meet an army of me.
And if you complain once more,
You'll meet an army of me.
Army of me.
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