Woo hoo!! Finally, something hilarious to blog about again...and we all sleep better at night knowing the comedic world has righted its ship.
I can't fully blame the hiatus on a lack of bloggable topics, true. I would submit that Comedic Karen escaped on some voyage without warning for a while as well. Or, perhaps she simply fell victim to the overwhelming, all-encompassing demands of Student Karen, as the battle of Winter Semester 2011 wages on...
Dull. Dull is the Comedic-Karen-voided life. Sure, there were giggles during a much anticipated viewing of Megamind, "AAHH! MY GIANT BLUE HEAD!!" (ok, really, I enjoyed that show way more than I thought I would...laughed a lot) Trips to the gym, albeit irregular, were laced with rat-reinventions galore, though none with enough captivation to warrant a post. (really ladies--and I use that term loosely--, really? have you no pride???) I even experienced a swift blow to the age-gut as the weight of 3-1 supplied me with ample advice for a heartbroken nephew. (nothing can prepare you for that...nothing...fought back borderline-maniacal urge to bust-a-cap in Wyo...) (also, if know said nephew, please have the decency not to mention any word of it, thanks)
Leave it to K-trip to save us all, much like the time Rainbow Brite and Red Butler valiantly restored color to the world. *sniff...ah, the memories...
Today as I continued my not-even-trying-to-hide-it fascination with the entire permeating realm that has become simply: "Jimmer", my good friend emailed me an intensely appropriately titled email: "Re: distracted?" The ensuing conversation reeked with hilarity. Why? Because K-trip is as unassuming, soft-spoken, non-Flagrant-Karen-like as possible...but witty as all stinking get out, and funnier than oh-so many people I have ever met.
I, in the midst of divulging my absorption (don't judge) into the elder Fredette, typed the following: "I, on the other hand, have decided that Jimmer is more like my little brother, since I intend to corner TJ somewhere and convince him to marry me. I've decided I am willing to be the sugar-mama to a 29 year old/good man/hot member...despite the rapper delusion."
K-trip answered back, with the bomb.com: "Dr. Karen Cottle and her husband, Christian Vanilla Ice..."
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! Does it get funnier than that?! I think not.
In truth, I understand that perhaps you had to be here (Provo) to understand the immensity of Jimmermania (see Obama's comments...that's right, Obama. I said immensity...), and that knowing K-trip explains how freakin outrageously hilarious this comment was, but seriously, I laughed so hard, so loudly, that 6 cubie-neighbors instantly prarie-dogged my workspace with utmost curiosity. Seriously. 6.
This was about 30 minutes ago. And I have yet to stop laughing. K-trip, you rule. Thank you for finding a long-lost version o' Karen. We've missed her.
Peace out, everybody.
Love, Rainbow, Red, Twink, and the whole gang...
PS. I actually don't mind TJ's Amazing. It's all about Jimmer and the path they've been on to get him to the NBA. Good stuff. And, I don't even mind his most recent swat at the NCAA opener...who knows, maybe they'll choose him. (Though many a bruthuh would not be down wid dat shizzle...) Ha! I kill me.