In a fit of insanity, Brain and Josh have shaved all their hair off. Oh the antics of the Big Brother house. I may expire from excitement. My favourite voiceover yesterday? “Dean and Brain are eating quiche. Elizabeth is going to the loo.”
How moody do I feel today? Moody enough to go and play with pinstruck digital voodoo again? Hmmmm. Let’s see. Yes.
Do the dumb things I gotta do: Pay in cheque, pay the council tax, send off completed form, reduce Inbox down from 300 unread e-mails to less than fifty, tidy room, produce site mock-ups for potential job. Sigh
Extremely useful for those of you that came in unbelievably late is this is aaronland‘s weblog theory and practice. Although it would be even cooler if the DHTML worked on a Mac. Sigh.
While waiting to see Shrek yesterday evening (not necessarily worth the effort – most notable for the ridiculously inappropriate soundtrack [more details on said fucked-up soundtrack]) I listened to a bit of Tricky’s new album Blowback in HMV. I used to adore Tricky, but he got more and more obscure as time passed. But this sounds amazing. Only heard a couple of songs, but it’s enough to add Blowback to my wishlist.
Via Do You Feel Loved.com, Tori Amos to do a full album of covers highlighting the difference between songs sung about women sung by women or men. There’s a notable list of people she’s covering, from The Beatles and the Velvet Underground, through to Eminem and Depeche Mode. I haven’t been interested in Amos for nearly ten years now, but this seems intriguing.
Davo gives his perspective on the whole Mardi Gras debacle: “To the grassy knoll between the Trade tent and Popstarz stage to meet Tom, Nick and John and catch the remnants of EMF’s set (more nostaglic flashbacks … I still knew all the words, ten years on), then for a quick musak boogie on the way out, a mad dash for cigarettes and alcohol (without the need for ridiculous drinks tickets), then to Soho…”
In weird flash back circumstances, I’m currently enjoying an album that I first listened to in 1988 and which became an absolute staple of my life back then. Listening to it again, I still like it, and I don’t care what anyone says – I think it’s a fucking good album. I present for your delectation: Bangles: Everything. I’m particularly obsessed by two songs at the moment – the sublime Glitter Years and the transformatively self-destructive Crash and Burn. Sing along with me kids: “Going nowhere, And I don’t care, Can’t wait til I get there, Sometimes I wish I could crash and burn. Fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty, ninety, Gotta be a place where they can’t find me, Watching all those bridges burn behind me. On my Philco, I hear an echo, there was a wrecko, yesterday. And by tomorrow, they’ll clean the char-o, and wash the tar and the trouble away.” You only have to listen to the latest Hole album to see the influence they had on chick-based guitar bands.
An interesting webzine-style site that I have recently discovered: Scissorfish. I figure it’s the suburban equivalent of razorfish. Entertaining though.
I’m reeling a little at the moment having glanced at Friends Reunited, a site that is designed to get you in touch with other people who went to school with you. I’m particularly reeling because there actually was someone on it who I wouldn’t mind getting in touch with. Stunningly weird and improbable. Unfortunately I have no intention of paying the £5 necessary to actually go through with it and contacting them.