Gag Me With A Spoon...

Noisy Git downstairs now playing Led Zep. You know, I love Led Zeppelin, I really do, but I have absolutely NO desire to hear it secondhand through the floor. And to risk sounding like a boring anti-student sort, it's too sodding late to be playing music that loud. It's week seven for God's sake and the people downstairs are third years too. Don't they have work they should be doing?

Not that I'm one to talk. I barely managed an hour in the library today. Have been feeling discontent and despairing of this bloody dissertation. Why can't I write? I can write anything, I know more than I'd like to about Jim Morrison and could probably talk for hours about him. So why can't I write? Music Nick is probably expecting at least half of the ten thousand words on Friday. He'll be lucky to get a whole chapter at this rate. Jim, you're driving me crazy (as usual).

Oooh, BBC Learning Zone is showing a thing about Mods and Rockers. Know which side I'm on. My dad was a rocker, man and so am I. Although I do like the Small Faces and later Who, most Mod stuff just winds me up. Although one day I think I'd like a purple Vespa.

This 'Letter Box' thing sounds like a good idea, although I don't honestly see the point in me sending a letter all the way to the USA just for them to then send it back here.

In the grand tradition of Ted Casablanca, some Clarebits...

Tony Blair still pissing me off... Haven't seen any of my friends since Monday and thus feel quite isolated... My movie pictures still haven't arrived... The new BBC Three channel looks totally pointless... Actually felt sorry for Gail the wail on Coronation Street tonight... Really can't get to sleep at the moment and can't get a full night's sleep thanks to the First Years and Noisy Git downstairs... Wish my dissertation was done already... Footballers Wives finished tonight on one hell of a cliffhanger. Or rather, Jason's inability to hang on. Couldn't happen to a nicer fictional bloke... Think that's all... Goodnight...

Gag Me With A Spoon...

Noisy Git downstairs now playing Led Zep. You know, I love Led Zeppelin, I really do, but I have absolutely NO desire to hear it secondhand through the floor. And to risk sounding like a boring anti-student sort, it's too sodding late to be playing music that loud. It's week seven for God's sake and the people downstairs are third years too. Don't they have work they should be doing?

Not that I'm one to talk. I barely managed an hour in the library today. Have been feeling discontent and despairing of this bloody dissertation. Why can't I write? I can write anything, I know more than I'd like to about Jim Morrison and could probably talk for hours about him. So why can't I write? Music Nick is probably expecting at least half of the ten thousand words on Friday. He'll be lucky to get a whole chapter at this rate. Jim, you're driving me crazy (as usual).

Oooh, BBC Learning Zone is showing a thing about Mods and Rockers. Know which side I'm on. My dad was a rocker, man and so am I. Although I do like the Small Faces and later Who, most Mod stuff just winds me up. Although one day I think I'd like a purple Vespa.

This 'Letter Box' thing sounds like a good idea, although I don't honestly see the point in me sending a letter all the way to the USA just for them to then send it back here.

In the grand tradition of Ted Casablanca, some Clarebits...

Tony Blair still pissing me off... Haven't seen any of my friends since Monday and thus feel quite isolated... My movie pictures still haven't arrived... The new BBC Three channel looks totally pointless... Actually felt sorry for Gail the wail on Coronation Street tonight... Really can't get to sleep at the moment and can't get a full night's sleep thanks to the First Years and Noisy Git downstairs... Wish my dissertation was done already... Footballers Wives finished tonight on one hell of a cliffhanger. Or rather, Jason's inability to hang on. Couldn't happen to a nicer fictional bloke... Think that's all... Goodnight...

Doors Weirdness on Amazon.com

Found something weird on Amazon.com. For my dissertation I was looking at the sales rank. 'The Doors', critically and generally most popular album only sold about 500 copies, yet the most maligned album 'The Soft Parade' has sold well over ten thousand. Similarly, 'Morrison Hotel' and 'Waiting for the Sun' have sold upwards of eight thousand.

What can it mean?

Doors Weirdness on Amazon.com

Found something weird on Amazon.com. For my dissertation I was looking at the sales rank. 'The Doors', critically and generally most popular album only sold about 500 copies, yet the most maligned album 'The Soft Parade' has sold well over ten thousand. Similarly, 'Morrison Hotel' and 'Waiting for the Sun' have sold upwards of eight thousand.

What can it mean?

Spoiled Bloody Rotten.

OH MY GOD

Am watching a show on ITV called 'Spoiled Rotten' which is all about the current trend for parents to be buying their children anything they demand.
( Bit of a Rant )

Am really trying to get my dissertation sorted out. Have decided to try and write the introduction, the conclusion and most of the last chapter (Morrison's legacy etc). And he'll have to bloody settle for it.

Spoiled Bloody Rotten.

OH MY GOD

Am watching a show on ITV called 'Spoiled Rotten' which is all about the current trend for parents to be buying their children anything they demand.
( Bit of a Rant )

Am really trying to get my dissertation sorted out. Have decided to try and write the introduction, the conclusion and most of the last chapter (Morrison's legacy etc). And he'll have to bloody settle for it.

Buffy Laid To Rest

Wasn't going to post again today, what with having to write and all.

But this came up:Buffy Laid To Rest

Now, I don't know if Joss Whedon has added me to his LJ friends list, but I must say this:

You have to reunite Buffy and Angel. I mean it. You built them up so much and made us fall in love with them. Spuffy was bad enough, man but if you don't allow them one second at least of actual happiness instead of sucking chest wounds and Spordelia, it will break the hearts of millions of people. You know, I don't really care all that much about the two shows any more (put it down to last season) and HP has replaced it in my heart. But I always believed that Joss would just let them be in the end. I don't care about networks, contracts, dodgy rumours and stupid, meaningless stuff like that. Joss, please. You made us all believe. Don't let us down.

Buffy Laid To Rest

Wasn't going to post again today, what with having to write and all.

But this came up:Buffy Laid To Rest

Now, I don't know if Joss Whedon has added me to his LJ friends list, but I must say this:

You have to reunite Buffy and Angel. I mean it. You built them up so much and made us fall in love with them. Spuffy was bad enough, man but if you don't allow them one second at least of actual happiness instead of sucking chest wounds and Spordelia, it will break the hearts of millions of people. You know, I don't really care all that much about the two shows any more (put it down to last season) and HP has replaced it in my heart. But I always believed that Joss would just let them be in the end. I don't care about networks, contracts, dodgy rumours and stupid, meaningless stuff like that. Joss, please. You made us all believe. Don't let us down.