Flight of the Conchords

Today has been filled with readings for my International Science and Technology Policy class this weekend - all about "National Systems of Innovation", "Research and Development", and things like that. I'm also working (ok, about to work on) a paper for my Space Policy class, about the historical goals of space and the current situation of NASA's mission. I'll post it when I get there.

I just took a quick break to watch the first episode of "Flight of the Conchords" which is an HBO show about two New Zealanders in New York City that are in a band - Flight of the Conchords. They also happen to be a real band (also named Flight of the Conchords). The TV show is hilarious! And the music is pretty awesome (and also hilarious). Definitely check it out if you can!
http://www.hbo.com/conchords/

They have great lyrics, like those to Robots and You're Leaving:

Robots (Humans Are Dead)

Both: The distant future
The distant future
J: It is the distant future
The year 2000
B: We are robots
J: The world is very different ever since the robot uprising of the mid-90s.
There is no more unhappiness.
B: Affirmative
J: We no longer say yes. Instead we say ‘affirmative’.
B: Yes, Affirmative
J: Unless it’s a more colloquial situation with a few robo-friends.
J: There is only one kind of dance, the robot
B: And the robo-boogie
J: Oh yes. Two kinds of dances.
Both: Finally, robotic beings rule the world
The humans are dead
The humans are dead
We used poisonous gases
And we poisoned there asses
B: The humans are dead
J: That’s right they are dead
B: The humans are dead
J: They look like they’re dead
B: It had to be done
J: I’ll just confirm that they’re dead
B: So that we could have fun
J: Affirmative. I poked one. It was dead.

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I'm Not Crying

So, you’re leaving, aren’t you?
I knew it when you said just then when you told me you were leaving
That’s when I definitely knew
But if you’re trying to break my heart
Your plan is flawed from the start
You can’t break my heart, it’s liquid
It melted when I met you
And as you turn around to leave
Don’t’ turn back to me
Don’t turn around and see if I’m crying
I’m not crying
I’m not crying
It’s just been raining on my face
And if you think you see some tear tracks down my face
Please don’t tell my mates
I’m not crying
No, I’m not crying
And if I am crying
It’s not because of you
It’s because I’m thinking of a friend of mine who you don’t know who is dying
That’s right, dying
These aren’t tears of sadness because you’re leaving me
I’ve just been cutting onions
I’m making a lasagna
For one
Oh, I’m not crying
No
There’s just a little bit of dust in my eye
That’s from the path that you made when you said your goodbye
I’m not weeping because you won’t be here to hold my hand
For your information there’s an inflammation in my tear gland
I’m not upset because you left me this way
My eyes are just a little sweaty today
They’ve been seaching around
They’re like searching for you
They’ve been looking around
Even though I told them not to
These aren’t tears of sadness
They’re tears of joy
I’m just laughing
Ha ha ha-ha ha
Sitting at this table called love
Staring down at the irony of life
How come we’ve reached this fork in the road
And yet it cuts like a knife?
I’m not crying
I’m not crying
I’m not cry-y-y-y-
-y-y-y-y-ing

Alright, back to work.