OK. Fuck it. In the spirit of Des Esseintes I shall give in to my darkest lusts and declare today to be officially Buffy day at Plasticbag Towers.
Category: Random
I'm not obsessed. Really I'm
I’m not obsessed. Really I’m not. But then I’m not sure it is possible to be obsessed about Buffy. You know – just like it’s not possible to be arachnophobic, because a phobia is an irrational fear and everyone knows that spiders are malevolent and will kill you if they get half a chance.
So Channel Four have received eighty complaints about the Buffy spin-off Angel. These complaints have been upheld by the ITC. And Channel Four are apparently surprised. Standard English snobbery comes into action once more – if it’s got vampires in it, then it’s “cult” and suitable for teenagers only. We’ll put it on at 6pm. That’s three hours before it’s on TV in America, where it is very much a post-watershed show. It’s insulting, frankly.
Link page mining (1): Kitschbitch.com.
Link page mining (1): Kitschbitch.com. What are links pages for? PRIZES? No, foolish child. Links pages are so you can be introduced to sites that you haven’t been to before which are recommended in a more permanent fashion than the standard weblog link. In search of inspiration this morning, I decided to look through Katy’s links pages, and here are a few of the best sites that I found there.
Bizarre search request of the day…
Bizarre search request of the day: nude severus snape. I don’t know what I find more disturbing – that people should be looking for porny versions of characters from Harry Potter, or that people should be look of porny pictures of Alan Rickman, who (if I remember correctly was the person mooted for the role). Certainly anyone with a particular fetish for naked evil magicians from kids books would probably be disappointed by my discussion of how cool the name was.
On revisiting flaunt.net…
I revisited an old haunt that I used to go to all the time this morning, shauna’s flaunt.net. And what had her leading personal site become? A weblog. The weblog macro-meme is colonising web-space across the globe. Until this incident I have to say I thought it was an entirely positive movement. Now I’m not so sure. It feels a little like all personal sites are becoming the same.
Being the first to welcome her back…
I wonder if I can be the first to welcome back Katy to the world of weblogging after her first term at Uni. Love the redesign as well, old girl – although I know from bitter experience that people take a change from orange to pale blue very badly.
Culture clash at CaptainSoft‘s Christmas party, as your faithful narrator collides with Rob from the Barbelith Underground. Turns out that his girlfriend knows/works with Meg. I will confess to being a bit of a party pooper at the moment, and so not really throwing myself into the spirit of the evening, but I had much more fun than I thought possible given my current misanthropic/socialphobic demeanor. And just in case I was concerned about the lack of bad pictures of me on the net, Meg has thoughtfully provided a gallery of the whole evening’s proceedings.
Hanging by a chad…
If one were heavily over-dramatising the importance of America, one might say that it was mildly amusing (in a kind of sick way) that the future of the free world should hang on a “chad”.
It's party time at Meg and Luke's…
I’m off to a party at Meg and Luke’s place in about fifteen minutes. It’s pissing down outside and I can’t quite remember where they live, but I’m sure that won’t be a problem. I’m a little worried that I’ll hardly know anyone there. And it’s so warm and comforting in my flat – without flatmates or builders for the first time in weeks. It’s going to be hard to tear myself out of here. But I’m sure it will be worth it..
I want the Godfather films on DVD…
Does anyone know when the Godfather films are coming out on DVD in the UK? They’re not on Amazon.co.uk as far as I can see. I have to confess to never having seen them and I’m afraid I’m not going to buy anything on video ever again (unless it’s Buffy box-sets and even then grudgingly).