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All I can say is thank god for payday. Mwah. I love you money. Filthy (small) piles of lucre. Mmmmmmm.

In direct refutation of my standard taste in trashy guitar crap, I have decided that I am interested in getting the Dido album (this is the woman who is responsible for the opening credits music to Roswell and for the singy bit in Eminem’s Stan. So I think, “Well this is a bit of a departure – maybe I should check out epinions first.” So I go and find a review and I’m reading it, and it’s actually a pretty good review and then this amazingly huge, spiralling, mixed metaphor appears and I sit their gobsmacked – in awe of the twisted evil genius who could come up with:

“Looking up Dido in Roman mythology, one finds that she was the founder and queen of Carthage. There are several versions of her story but the most famous is the one from the Aeneid in which she falls in love with Aeneas. When he leaves her to continue his journey to Italy, Dido destroys herself on a burning pyre. Well, if that Dido is resurrected from the ashes in the form of this songbird, this is one phoenix whose voice soars on angel’s wings.”

The future used to be all about flying cars, food pills, humanoid robots and faster-than-light travel. Now, it seems, the future is fart-free sheep.

This is a call to arms. Let’s show the world that webloggers are the sexiest bunch of bitches on the planet. Get yourself a picture on amiHOTorNOT.com and then stick the link semi-permanently on your site. Mine’s over on the left. DO YA THINK I’M SEXY!?

I have kept meaning to link to the Mayfly Project over at notosoft.com, but keep getting distracted. The idea is a bloody good one – describe the last year of your life in twenty words. Unfortunately, everyone seems really grumpy about the last year of their lives. My particular entry was no different.

I’m in a bit of a mood at the moment, as one of the sexiest, dirtiest and most savage films that I have ever seen (Head on) has had its release on video delayed even further. This is particularly gutting as I have had a pretty shit couple of days and the thought of the film arriving had cheered me up at a couple of particularly unpleasant moments.

I’m bloody exhausted.

Weblogs are navel-gazing bollocks produced by self-important/obsessed neurotics with too much time on their hands. Discuss

There could have been another weblogger at the Time Out party in New York on the weekend…

Be Aggressive by Faith No More.