Intelligent comments from Derek Powazek, that I try to follow, but suffer frequent lapses:
“My advice to anyone running a personal website: Put your head down and don’t listen to anything anyone says about it. Ignore any dire pronouncements that include the words “genre,” “medium,” or “revolution.” Avoid referer logs, popularity rankings, and vanity searches at all costs.”
I take it all back. Someone has indeed given the new Radiohead album a good review. In fact it’s a ridiculously good review. Pointlessly so, perhaps. Somehow I don’t think I’ll be taking its opinion too seriously. [Thanks to Blue Lines]
Last night, Kate and Mella and I sat up for hours working out the plot for a low-budget horror movie. Kate says if she makes it, we can have credits. Possible credits: Best Boy, Catering…
I saw a t-shirt today which read the.internet.is.shit.cc, and for a moment, I was strangely elated.
Did anyone notice the radical change in the template for this page that occurred a couple of days ago? The whole thing is done completely differently now. I bet no one noticed. That’s bloody typical, that is.
I won a tenner on the lottery today. I’m thinking I should buy the new Radiohead album with it. Unfortunately, I keep reading these weird reviews which say it’s like progressive jazz, which doesn’t really appeal. No one has given it a good review. No one at all.
Monday evening: 6.13pm – Week proceeding according to plan. No major fuck-ups yet. No storming arguments with people. No gut-wrenching horrors creeping up from behind. Remain calm, gentlemen, we’re going in…
An interesting new way of rating weblogs manifests itself over at Bloghop’s Ratings. Great – just what I need. Beebo finally collapses and immediately there is something else to get obsessed about…
Today’s pet obsession is the Beatles’ song “A Day In the Life”, which has become some kind of vast uber-meme in my head, munching its way – in a cheerful fashion – through every other thought I might attempt to have.
Dark times are coming. The end is nigh. If only they’d heeded the warnings of their peers. Fellow sufferers of the HMV sale, I salute thee: monger.co.uk, not so soft, lukelog.