And so it's Jarvis [be warned, it's an old, old and rather delightful photo -- he's looking not anywhere near as hot these days and, well, whatever]. Ah, Jarvis, with your clever quips and naughty lines and smart, smart observations. This article, which is not new, sums it up nicely. And really now, these lyrics. And these. And the newer song and video on his MySpace page [thanks Jane, for turning me onto his MySpace page.] -- "C*nts are still running the world," he sings -- nay, he intones, after having clearly just crawled out of a tiny tiny playhouse and then politely gone back in and closed the door [oh, just go watch it.]. And the podcasts [sorry, can't bring myself to refer to them as Jarvcasts as the site suggests] in which he is reading classics such as stories by the Brothers Grimm and, um, DH Lawrence [whom I cannot stand, but will absolutely endure for the sake of this sort of frivolous geekery]. READING THE CLASSICS, are you joking me? And putting that up on the internet for people to listen to? Oh my goodness gracious, he's come from my imagination, from my dreams. There's no other explanation for this, this special brand of nerdhot.
And you may disagree.
But you'd be wrong.
And here's where it may get even dicier --
Jarvis is the new Bowie.
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