This is kind of interesting. I saw this on LumisTheDragon's Last.fm Journal: a measurement of how "mainstream" your tastes are. Basically take your Top Ten Artists Overall, go to their Last.fm pages, find the number of Last.fm listeners (in the upper left), and average them for your rating.
You have water damage in your new condo!
Nothing like wood trim and moulding coming up and the grout between the tiles in your kitchen saturating with water. Not quick like; slow steady as tectonics.
It's been difficult to write about music recently. Busy busy busy. That's the way things are and there's only so much headspace to dispense. If I could, I'd write more, or on different things, but that's not what I have. Conferences, moving, finalizations, etc, etc. The horrible life is one that is static except for moments of extreme panic. It's all treacherous highs or abysmal salt-flat lows. You notice then only when the last of it passes you.
Comcast technicians are scheduled for putting in the cable between 2 and 5. So that naturally meant I got out of here, after issues and getting passed around call centers, at 8. That gives you a lot of time to think about things, sitting in an empty condo. New House Moving haiku:
Today is the start of the Cherry Blossom Festival. Even the Dogwoods are blooming.
I'm caught in it too --
the blossom-loosening wind
-June Moreau
I wonder if the Scientologists are going to sue now, being that they're just an excuse to molest children around the world?
That South Park episode was pretty damn boss... the big fat stripper giving him the backside motorboat and the return of "Crap Your Pants Before You Die".
I do not see this being good for Dianetics PR.
Written on the back of my Polaroid, do not write "Do Not Believe His Lies". Yes, I did see V for Vendetta and I thought it would be worth while for me to give my opinions. One thing to consider is what I think of the source. I'm a fan of the work. I'm familiar with Alan Moore. I'm a fan of his. But to kind of balance back more on the pendullum, accept that I do realize the balance of making a movie from a d
So it's the third day of the National Convention in... wherever (I guess a few years from now since I'll be at least 35 then) and it's the point of the Convention where the candidate accepts their party's nomination for President of the United States. Now before there were the usual speeches (young party figures, respected old-hands, the token nod from the rival party, wives of candidates) and it was the usual old tired roll of political drumbeats. There are the twenty-four hour cable news
It's hard to be a hero these days. Especially when the Wachowski brother and sister decide to do their "magic" on your volume. It also doesn't help when a bunch of Salafi teenage jerk offs decide to kill folks in the London summer giving you some of the worst possible sort of PR. It's hard to be a terrorist. People use that word today like it means something.
Exhibit A as to why AJAX stuff still needs a fucking wash: that if you browse off of a page and go back in your history, you lose everything. Fucking shit... *sigh* at least Gmail was smart enough to intermittently save your draft. So I was using this oh-so-bad-ass journalling tool on last.fm (with no preview BTW, a demotion from even the limited feature set of
These VW Unpimp my Automobile commercials are hilarious. And now you know why he'll be integral to Rammstein and Me.
My brother and I rarely wait for occasion to force us to do something stupid. But the Anti-birthday, the 182.5 days after your birthday, is something we've taken to liking for just a reason: do something idiotic, dumbfound the natives.
Sacre bleu, Francophiles! Holy mixtapes, indie kids! Your two cherished worlds are about to coalesce in a big way. The center of gravity: suave, debonair, and--admit it-- rather creepy French crooner Serge Gainsbourg.
WTF? Tuesday his album dropped and I was reading the Pitchforkmedia review that was plagerized from the Okayplayer boards... and now he's gone.
Save a little money each month and at the end of the year you'll be surprised at how little you have. -- Ernest Haskins
