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2001-05-09

I need the new Curve record. I crave, in the most horrible way, that record. Sure, it’s not The Gift but that’s because of that evil record company. But, being fabulous and extremely competent, they made a new one — self released, or will be soon. It might sound as if I’m whining, but I don’t. Everyone that has heard them knows, or should know, what I talk about. That record has to be mine, or else the world will pay. Perhaps not the whole world, but at least a small bit of it. Okey, one of the small, halfdead trees outside my window is going to get a kick in the, well, whatever weak spots the trees have. But I will kick it, just to be mean and evil.

– What the fuck is he doing?
– He’s Burning Feet Man, protector of the weak and saviour of the lost. You see. He, eh, helps people finding the right directions by running around. With his feet on fire.
– He’s insane.
– It’s Tom Green. What would you have expected? A three hour long dialog Woody Allen-style?
– No, but he’s Canadian. I expect more from them than this.
– Ah! Because of Them you mean? Them with capital T, H, M?
– Correctomundo. Everything Canadian, as long as it’s funny, comes down to one thing. Todd Booster.
– Well, curse you too, Evil Galactic Warlord Larry.