Hmmm. Late night, maudlin street. Morning comes and everything looks sparkly and fine again. Or at least it would if Kate – my flatmate and personal morning alarm call – had bothered to get up this morning. Accidentally waking up at 9.15am isn’t ideal when you’re supposed to be at work at 9.30. So I’m unshaven and smelly and with bed hair of such potency that it would make other bed hair feel inadequate and emasculated.
Packing your bags like people in the movies do, All severe, and not saying a word, And I’m sitting down here just watching you, And I’m thinking: Where is all the love gone? Where’s the love gone to? Don’t leave, You got me hurting, Don’t leave You know it’s never been easy to love someone like me, Oh, don’t leave.
Hanging with friends like we used to do, I didn’t know anything was wrong, And last night while I was thinking it through, Trying to find who am I and what do you need me to do? Don’t leave. There’s a record you used to play, there’s Joni singing ‘best to be without you’, And I know just what she’s singing for, Where did all the love go? Where’s the love gone to? Don’t leave. You got me hurting, Don’t leave. You know it’s never been easy to love someone like me, Oh, don’t leave.
Where did all the love go? Where’s the love gone to? Don’t leave. We’ll fly around the world, give you what you’re giving me, I should have dressed you up in pearl, Finest silk to touch your skin, Don’t know how to write a love song, But Don’t leave. You got me hurting, Don’t leave. You know it’s never been easy to love someone like me, Don’t leave.
Thanks for Ashley Frazier for this particularly fine piece of kit.
I just stumbled upon 1.6 Gigabytes of Photoshop temp files on my Mac. Why does no one tell you these things? You can just pick em up and throw em in the Trash. It’s that easy. It’s put off me buying a new hard disc for a little longer, I can tell you…
Guess who’s going to see Harry Potter in three hours time…
It’s kind of ironic that in a time where civil liberties are under more threat than ever before – with Carnivore being forced in on ISPs, and laws being pushed through that give unprecedented access into people’s personal lives – that the king of the counter-culture, Ken Kesey should have died. He will be much missed.
Lose your mind in twenty seconds – while searching for a new domain name for a PWP (pointless web project), I stumbled upon WorldOfWhimsy.com – and my mind melted when the voice-over started.
As a counterpoint to yesterday’s piece about the “No facts please – we’re British” article, there’s an article at the New York Times called British Take a Blunter Approach to War News which includes lines like this: “The range of issues and less defensive tone are wildly different from what American viewers get on network or cable news programs, which share a myopic view and a tone that says, ‘They’d love us if only they understood us.'”
Forgive me if I’m a little bit cynical, but don’t these Colorgenics results look like a way of getting people to ring the hotline (which isn’t open yet). I’m not saying they’re not accurate – I just wonder if they’re being phrased in a necessarily negative way. I’ve rerun the test about four times to see if any of them are positive – and you know what, none of them are.