There’s a TV show called “Roswell”. On occasion it doesn’t completely suck ass. On other occasions it sucks ass so heavily that whoever’s ass it is would be literally turned inside out by the strength of the suckage. Which would leave a highly unattractive creature in its wake. I once wrote nice things about Roswell. But I couldn’t find a good word to say about the latest episode if you coated the male leads in body oil and threw them at me.
You know – if I was foolish enough to do a redesign, everyone would immediately hate it. Like they did the last two times I did one. So I’m not. I’m really not. I swear I’m not attempting a second-birthday redesign party. Honest.
A song to be obsessed about: Here’s to Patti, And Tina, And Yoko, Aretha, And Nona, And Nico, And me… And all the strange rock and rollers, You know you’re doing all right, So hold on to each other, You gotta hold on tonight…And you’re shining, Like the brightest stars, A transmission, On the midnight radio… And you’re spinning, Your new 45’s, All the misfits and the losers, Yeah, you know you’re rock and rollers, Spinning to your rock and roll. Lift up your hands.
It’s been a pretty bloody bizarre evening. Just been slightly destabilised by an appearance of Mr Big on television. He looks much … shorter … and less sure of himself than he does in person. It’s harder to dislike him on television.
I’m in a bit of a strange mood suddenly. I’ve been in such a difficult place over the last year that I’ve often not noticed what’s been going on around me – I’ve been strangely distant from many of my oldest friends. I guess I kind of assumed that they’d understand that I wasn’t able to connect with everyone as much as I’d like – that I had huge and terrifying things on my mind all the time. But now I’m beginning to think that they didn’t have that kind of patience and that I’ve been gradually fading in their heads. I always assumed that whatever else had happened, they would be waiting for me to emerge from the other side – not that I would necessarily be particularly missed, but that my absence would be understood as a temporary thing. But now I’m missing them. And I don’t think they even notice that I’m not there any more.
If this doesn’t put a chill right through you, then you’re barely human. A month and a half on, you can read the reactions of people as they heard about the World Trade Center as it happened.
If anyone can find Weezer’s “Blue Album” on Amazon.co.uk then could you let me know. I’ve been trying all morning and it doesn’t seem to be there…
Because other crackers are counter-intuitive:
Digging through the archives of Haddock, it’s amazing what you find… For example… Ex Sapient Creative Directors first web site…
Today I found myself bound by Godwin’s Law in a thread at Metafilter. Nearly eight years on the net and I’d never heard of it before.