Rhymenoceros & Hippy-crites

So, last night we (the RRHB and I) went over to have dinner with Scarbie and her lovely hubbie, as she calls him, the Dog. Dinner was delish, of course, but we were talking about The Flight of the Conchords, which has been cracking me up and is now one of my favourite summer shows (the others, in no particular order, are So You Think You Can Dance, Big Love, and Entourage).

The episode we watched the other night included Bret and Jerome chillin' and illin' with their hip-hop monikers, "Rhymenocerous" and "Hiphopopotamus." I can't even say how much this cracked me up, but as a girl whose favourite joke is "What's brown and sticky. A stick," it obviously doesn't take much.

And then later on in the evening, the Dog referred to himself as a 'hippy-crite' -- one who knows what they're doing to the environment and feels bad about it almost instantly, but still goes ahead and does it anyway. And again, we cracked up. So if that's not a contender for the Urban Dictionary, I don't know what is. They we got into a heated discussion about carbon credits, because I'll often make the argument that yes, I did get my hair dyed, but then I donated x number of dollars to David Suzuki to make up for it. It's all about balance. In my mind anyway. But that's besides the point: I'm guessing I'm a self-defined hippy-crite too, doing my very best but still driving my car to the cottage and buying things on the internet.

What's the point of this post? Oh, the humour, of course! I totally think that the Rhymenocerous should rap about being a hippy-crite. How awesome would that be? And if you haven't seen it already, check it here: