topotales

So, last night Paolo told me that this is a “perfect visual representation” of what goes on in my brain.

(Note: The video runs about 5 minutes, which is coincidentally about 5 minutes longer than it takes for my thoughts to go from brain to mouth.  But this is hilarious even if you don’t care about the strange happenings in my brain.)

So yeah, apparently I’m powered by little blue claymen (why isn’t that a word if we can use snowmen?) who make me laugh so hard I just peed a little in my pants (yeah, I know, an alarmingly frequent occurrence).

What I love about these videos (oh yes, there are PLURAL!) is that they are all so obviously made in this dude’s basement or garage where the “spare” “stuff” lives.  And after you wonder where his wife is and realize that’s a real fucking stupid question if he’s talking to himself and making claymation videos all day, then, … THEN, you have to start wondering … many things … many, many things.  Especially about sanity, and drugs, and wormholes, and portals to other dimensions, and sanity.  At least I do.  But then again, I’m powered by blue men and pee my pants frequently.

So some friends of myself and Paolo were married earlier this month, and plan to celebrate the tying of the Gordian knot in their (and my!) favorite valley.

I highly recommend Val di Mello for many reasons if you get the chance.  As a matter of fact, it was in my long-term blog-o-plan that I was at some point going to list all the reasons I love it, but then we got this email inviting us to the wedding celebrations and really, I couldn’t possibly put it any better than this…

Some excerpts from the bride’s (American) translation of the invitation:

“Dear friends from near and far…Here’s my translation of Fxxxxxx’s original
message, which serves as an invitation …We will eat, we will drink, and if the rain gods
agree, we will climb… it’s important that everyone comes equipped for eating and
drinking. Moving on… Val di Mello offers stunning landscapes, enchanting
walks, excellent rock, terrifying…sgambate?? (damn useless
dictionary!), pizzocheri, bitto, and gnocchi with DONKEY sauce (yes, that
is the correct translation)… ps. Axxxxx was gracious enough to tell me the
meaning of the word sgambate.  Here is what she told me: “big
movement with legs and it can also mean that the swimming suit is cut
very high on the legs so all your body hairs will be visible.”

Don’t you wish you were going there RIGHT NOW!?  I mean, I was already in favor, since my superior Italian dictionary informed me there would be DONKEY sauce, but the sgambate translation clinched it.

Hippie skirt to knees,
silk hem and ribbons clinging.
Hands restrain themselves.