I got the second season of Flight of the Conchords for my birthday. It's the gift that keeps on giving (me chills).
It has given me a moment of clarity about my personality, though! This doesn't happen very often to someone as self-unaware as I am, so it's really made an impression.
I don't have to choose which one of the Conchords I like best.
Realizing this was a big deal, because I have been troubled by this for some time. That there was a third choice that was not Jemaine (l) or Bret (r) has blown my mind a little bit.
My gut instinct tells me Bret is my favourite. It all adds up: moppish curls, beardy, slight build, heavy uke involvement, high, pretty voice...
But then when I watch the two of them, Jemaine, all lips, refrigerator-shaped and side-burned does something to me. Plus, he plays the uke, too: check out this clip.
Well, needing to know which is my favourite and not being able to settle has been frustrating me for years. It's all part of my obsessive need to have taxonomies of my life. I understand the appeal of this practice, like the character Rob in "High Fidelity," who uses lists of music to organise his thoughts. I get a little thrill when my mind settles on a list or a "best" or a "my favourite." It's quantifiable, and I enjoy thinking about my reasoning for my choices.
Anyhow, the big epiphany is that I don't have to do that. What a relief.