There is this thing that runs in my family. We tend to get a bit obsessive when we find something we like. Whether it’s a new band, a new food or just a new way to humiliate yourself at parties, those of us born with this borderline OCD trait tend to take a good thing and run with it. I freely admit to being one of these special, special people.

A few weeks ago I stumbled upon some clips from the HBO show Flight of the Conchords. (Yeah, I realize its been around awhile. Remember, I’m slow.) It was love at first musical comedy routine. I immediately got myself the first season on DVD and proceeded to watch the entire thing in 2 nights. Jason enjoyed it too, but I could tell he didn’t really get my passionate, all consuming lust for all things Jemaine and Brett. But, that happens a lot. Like I said, I tend to take it all the way to the deep end.

I mentioned my new favorites to my brother, who told me about the movie Eagle vs. Shark, an incredibly awkward nerdlove story with Jemaine Clement in the lead. I rented it Sunday and ended up watching it last night, in a haze of PMS induced tears. It got terrible reviews, and anybody I’ve talked to whose seen it told me it was bad.

This may prove that I’m a few cards short of a deck, but I loved it. It was funny and sweet and touching and sad. And featured a mullet. And “Awesome Apparel” tracksuits. And hula-hooping. And wheelchair beatings. You can never go wrong with wheelchair beatings.