Hello world, remember me?

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It's been awhile since I posted about anything of human interest, I know. Problem is that, to paraphrase Talking Heads: Same as it ever was, same as it ever was.

Has this new rich text thing on the update page been around long?

I was going to write a nice little Valentine's Day thing to Rock and Roll, but figured I'd just be repeating myself... and I don't want to prove 'j' on my nohari thing correct when they called me predictable, do I? ;) Besides, I dislike Valentine's Day for Actual Reasons, rather than not being one of the participants. I hate the way people assume I hate it because I'm on my own, or that I'll automatically love it if I'm not. Fuck off... If I choose to think Valentine's Day is nonsense, I choose to. If someone Practically Perfect In Every Way turned up on my doorstep and asked me out in the next five minutes, I would still say so. I'm not slagging off people who enjoy it, I'm really not. I'm sure it's lots of fun... especially for shareholders of Hallmark, Jacob's Creek and Cadbury's Chocolates.

So, I'm thinking of buying myself an electro acoustic guitar. That's an acoustic guitar with a pick-up so it can be recorded... because once more I am endowed, at last, with the ability to record music again. I haven't yet because I've got to get used to Cubase... and all I've done is a spoken word version of Thin Lizzy's Dublin. I then want to record some Irish songs I know, because I can actually play them. Not well, but I can play them.

What else? I love humanity on a large scale. I can't stand the little bastards when they get near me. I'm getting quite worried at how anti-people I feel sometimes, man.

The Brits sucked, and I've stepped up my campaign to render 'James Blunt' into everyday rhyming slang. The hypocritical little Blunt is posher than Prince Charles on the phone to his Mum about polo.

Coldplay suck my soul out of my head and I want them to actually do as they promised and fuck off. Chris Martin Paltrow is also a total James Blunt.

I nearly got run over by a Humvee stretch limousine outside work on the night of the Brits because I work about 100m from the Sanderson Hotel. I was on a zebra crossing, but apparently such things DON'T COUNT if your car is big enough and ludicrous enough. Another James Blunt right there.

There might have been other things, but I don't know what. Same as it ever was, same as it ever was. Perhaps I am predictable after all.

Comments

[logansrogue.livejournal.com]

I'm pissed about the Brits. How could Kate Bush lose to anyone? It's KATE FUCKING BUSH!!! *grrr*

Prince was cool, though. *sigh*

[annearchy.livejournal.com]

You should buy an Alvarez Yairi DY-62C, if you can find one. At any rate, the Yairi is a fantastic electrified acoustic guitar. I know. Monte plays one, and he's been smashing the hell out of it since 1989.

[marquiserachel.livejournal.com]

i went to the Brits once. i got lost and ended up on the red carpet. the paperazzi kindly directed me from there (i believe the words were 'f*cking get out of the f*cking way you f*cker' or something to that effect). i didn't at the time but I should have said something incredibly witty about at least i had a ticket... VIP no less. But alas my mind works slower than that. Anyway, Tom Jones waved at me so it wasn't all bad.