A Thingy!  
By Gladys (aka Meg Favreau)
 

This is my story.  It is about how I really like They Might Be Giants, but I used to actually be obsessed with them.  It goes like this:

Sophomore year of high school I became obsessed with They Might Be Giants.  It was fun.  I had read on the internet that both of the Johns drove Crown Victorias.  When I went on a school trip to New York City, where the Johns lived, I did nothing but look out the window for Crown Vics.  Most of them were taxis.  I didn't think that either of the Johns probably drove taxis, but that it would have been fun if they did.  I could just see Flansy driving through the city in a big yellow taxi with a pipe in his mouth.  Lumpy faced Linnell could ride beside him.  I hate how men's faces get lumpy when they get older!  Ever notice that?  Yeah.  Think about it.

Back up!  
They Might Be Giants were so strange for me.  When I was in elementary school I liked to pretend that I was a fan because I saw them on Tiny Toons.  I talked with my super-cool art teacher with them while playing Carmen Sandiego on her computer.  Once I met a kid who was on the Carmen Sandiego TV show.  He was an ass.  
Anyway, TMBG.
When I really started listening to them in high school, it was like...floodgates.  Something.  My world of pretending to be cool came crashing down.  I should mention that I was really depressed sophomore year.  I cried every single day.  Bawled.   I latched on to TMBG.  They kept my mind off things.  And even today, if I have been feeling awful and crying, watching Direct from Brooklyn will cheer me up.  I don't know why.  Strange music for a strange girl.

I saw TMBG that spring at the middle of nowhere Lyndon State College.  It was my first real concert.  I don't think TMBG was very happy to be there.  I probably wouldn't be happy to be playing in northern New England where almost no one had heard of me either.  But it was still fantastic.  I was front center at the barrier with my friend Spundy who I had converted into a moderate TMBG fan.  It was amazing.  Just to be there and see Them.

I think it's fun how TMBG fans always capitalize Them and They like They are a deity.  

With the lack of new available TMBG music, my obsession with Them waned somewhat in my later high school years.  Or maybe I just left my phase of obsessions that I had begun experiencing in middle school hell.  Whatever.  I still really liked Them though.

Then I came to college.  One of the first days here I saw a boy with a TMBG shirt and thought I scared him away forever (I didn't) because I told him I loved him.  I was not used to seeing people who liked the same things as me.  My bands had always really been...my bands.  Nobody else's.  It was exciting to find new, TMBG loving people!  Then They came out with a new CD, and now I am going to see them at the end of the month!  I also made some of my college friends watch Direct from Brooklyn.  It was good fun.

I love They Might Be Giants!

To conclude, I would like to leave you with some mischief:
Print out a bunch of pictures of They Might Be Giants on sticker paper.  Give them to people.  Do not say who they are.  For example, just say, "Hello, would you like a sticker of an angry man?" if it is Flansy yelling about a hotel detective.  It is a stealthy way to bring TMBG to the world!