Dancer in the Dark, i.e. Where the Sun Now Shines

In my family we have a word called "heaviosity." It describes a certain thud of thought, a self-conscious heaviness much like a goth sweating in the sun but unwilling to take off his black coat. Remember that Bjork movie where she was going blind while working in a factory and singing those nutty off-key songs while clomping across metal bridges? That right there: perfect definition of heaviosity.

This week I feel like Bjork. A goth. A goth listening to Bjork while working in a factory and closing her eyes and maybe eating black licorice. My posts have been long and drab and then long again. I feel thick with sweat so I guess the best thing to do is just disrobe.
Today I give you this: a different kind of dancer in the dark just because it's Friday and I want to make you smile. Ce qui la baise? No idea if that translates, but you get the idea. Happy Friday, my friends. May your weekend be filled with light.

p.s. I am well aware that most people loved that Bjork movie. I did not. I should also confess that I did not like "Once" so maybe you hate me now which would totally suck for you because I am more than willing to lend out my Raidoree to friends, first come, first serve.