bjork is fucked

i just saw the video for bjork's new single, "triumph of a heart," taken from her stellar album medulla. let me try to explain the concept:

ahem.

bjork is a housewife, stuck in a double-bed marriage with an ORANGE CAT. it's not a cartoon cat, a la paula abdul's "opposites attract." no, it's an actual orange cat, dressed up in a variety of hysterical man-outfits. so anyway, bjork is married to this cat. she gets fed up and wildly drives to a bar in some icelandic town, where she gets wasted and parties with people who apparently contributed to her album, the aforementioned medulla. after the bar, she walks until dawn down an icelandic country road, spitting out valentine hearts (no, i'm not making this up) until her orange cat/husband finds her and picks her up in his Buick LeSabre. she realizes she still loves her cat/husband, and SHE KISSES HIM FULL ON THE MOUTH after they dance around their living room together.

ok, so all beastility grossness aside, this video is worth watching primarily because the cat is dressed up like a person. i don't care what p.e.t.a. says, kitties dressed up in big-people outfits are the most hysterical thing since jerry lewis. if jerry lewis was funny.

check the video at http://www.bjork.com.

in other news, i can hear our office manager next door screaming profanities at her ex-husband on the telephone. it must be friday.