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Very exciting: The Breeders are back.

I had one of those night’s sleep last night in which you put on some soothing music to ease you into unconsciousness, and then forty minutes later with your eyes wide open, you turn over in bed, reach out and press play again.

Could the wonderful person who went out and bought me Ultraviolet on DVD please make themselves known? I’d like to say thank you, and you didn’t include your name. [mail me]

Lines & Splines is a weblog for people who are obsessed with Typography. It’s fascinating reading if you have a professional or casual interest in the subject, and its use of CSS makes it a tremendously good example of web typography in action. The only thing that doesn’t sit right with me is the title image of the page. But hey.

Sunday evening 2am: Someone in Maida Vale really needs a cigarette.

Related to Things to do in Denver when you’re Dead is the Warren Zevon album “Mr Bad Example” from which the film’s title is derived. The track in question goes like this: “I called up my friend Leroy on the phone. I said, Buddy, I’m afraid to be alone. I got some weird ideas in my head. About things to do in Denver when you’re dead.” But it’s not the best song on what is a fairly mediocre album. That goes to “Mr Bad Example”

I started as an altar boy working at the church
Learning all my holy moves doing some research
Which led me to a cash box labelled ‘Children’s Fund’
I’d leave the change and tuck the bills inside my cummerbund.

I got a part-time job at my father’s carpet store
Laying tackless stripping and housewives by the score.
I loaded up their furniture and took it to Spokane
And auctioned off every last naugahyde divan.

I’m very well acquainted with the seven deadly sins
I keep a busy schedule trying to fit them in
I’m proud to be a glutton and I don’t have time for sloth.
I’m greedy and I’m angry and I don’t care who I cross.

I’m Mr Bad Example, intruder in the dirt
I like to have a good time and I don’t care who gets hurt.
I’m Mr Bad Example, take a look at me.
I’ll live to be a hundred and go down in infamy.

Of course I went to law school and got a law degree
And counselled all my clients to plead insanity.
Then worked in hair replacement, swindling the bald.
Where very few are chosen, and fewer still are called.

Then on to Monte Carlo, playing chemin de fer
I threw away the fortune I made transplanting hair
I put my last few francs down on a prostitute
Who took me up to her room to perform the flag salute.

Whereupon I stole her passport and her wig
And headed for the airport and the midnight flight, you dig?
Fourteen hours later I was down in Adelaide
Looking through the want ads sipping Fosters in the shade.

I opened up an agency somewhere down the line
To hire aboriginals to work the opal mines
But I attached their wages and took a whopping cut
And whisked away their worker’s comp and pauperized the lot.

I’m Mr Bad Example, intruder in the dirt
I like to have a good time and I don’t care who gets hurt
I’m Mr Bad Example, take a look at me
I’ll live to be a hundred and go down in history

I bought a first class ticket on Malaysian Air
Landed in Sri Lanka none the worse for wear
I’m thinking of retiring from all my dirty deeds
See you in the next life, wake me up for meals…

A picture of a man that one might like to see more of. Lame as that may sound.

I’m in a bit of weird mood. Just watched the end of Things to do in Denver when you’re Dead. I’d forgotten how affecting I find that film. Particularly the bit right at the end when he accepts his fate, does all the things he feels he has to do and records a message for his unborn child. In it he says you should write a list of ten things you want from life. No one gets all ten, he says. But if you get five or six – you’re almost there. You’ve nearly got it all figured out. He has cuts on his face when he says this. His voice is full of fear.

Aw Jeez. [Blush.] What can we say Jason. We like you too.

She makes everything sound so sordid, but it’s a legitmate question. It really is. If you had to, which one of the Von Trapp kids would you shag? I should get Cal to run a poll. [last time Katy went]