As part of my “New things in 2002” list, I’m learning to play Go. But I’m kind of short of people to play against, since my flatmates appear massively underwhelmed by the idea of learning to play a new and interesting game. So if anyone reading this is in London, and fancies learning the game as well, give me a shout, eh?
Pointy
I could spend so much money here. An old friend of mine used to pose the question of everyone she met “What’s sexier, blades or bullets?” while wearing one of those dodgy rock-chick belts made of bullets, and an appropriate outfit. I was one of only three men ever (a few years back) to answer “blades”. Apparently all three of us answered it without hesitiation.
We spent quite some time trying to figure out if it made us psychos, oblivious, or just more interesting.
(More interesting, obviously.)
But still, there’s just something about a good sword – it’s a sort of implied grace and skill, as opposed to the inelegant and unsubtle nature of guns and bullets. I like my phallic symbolism with style, thanks.
I really must look into getting back into fencing.
Cave
In a desperate attempt to stop listening to The Pogues all day at work, I have had to dig out lots of Nick Cave.
Actually, I’m doing this because I’m currently working on a 12-page comic about music and broken hearts and bloodied guitars, and Cave’s gothic tinted deep south, all sharp edges and rain and murder is just what I need in my head while I write this.
Cube
I brought the CD I’ve done for Anna into work today, because I’ve got a Word template for doing CD inlays on my office machine. Someone asked me to put it on, intrigued by the inlay card I had printed. I don’t think they got what they were expecting, somehow. I think they were expecting something weirder. I don’t know if they were expecting weirder because it’s me, or because the CD is called “Ignoring TIME CUBE is evil”.
Anna’s probably wondering what’s on this CD, now.
Boots
I had a bit of a windfall at the weekend. This is ace, because just after Christmas there were a few things I was planning to buy, and just couldn’t justify the expense, even in the January sales. And now I can. So, for example, I have finally got around to purchasing the pair of New Rocks I’ve been debating buying for a while. I’m still denying myself the digital camera, scanner and printer, mostly because to get a really good camera and a 64meg flashcard would cost me a bit more than I want to spend, and I don’t really need a printer or scanner.
Yes, I know I didn’t need the boots. Piss off.
Still Not King
Spoof LOTR diaries. Scroll down, and laugh.
I’m listening to Sinead O’Connor and Shane MacGowan duet on the song “Haunted”. It’s a great song – she comes across beautiful and clear and melodic against his ruined rasp of a voice, and it works as a nice love song, somewhere between Shane’s doomed romances and her own, slightly more uplifting songs about love.
And then I remember the last time I heard of the two of them in connection was a couple of years back when I heard Bob Geldof interviewing Shane, and they were discussing the dildo Shane had given Sinead for Christmas.
I’m sitting here, listening to a traditional folk song, and the thought occurs: why does traditional Irish music sound different from, for example, traditional Native America or Asian, or African music? Obviously, they use different instruments, but even were that not true, I’m sure you’d be able to discern a big difference. So what is it about the origins of disparate cultures that leads them to develop different kinds of music?
I mean, I’m not complaining, I’m just wondering…
I’m getting a little worried about my readership, looking at the horrible search requests that have lead people here. “hermione granger fucking” and “emma watson the bitch” are clear signs that there are people reading this who are in serious need of help. Or possibly just neutering.
Continuing the cube theme : “Ignoring Time Cube is evil”.
I know it’s a stream-of-conciousness from a badly fractured mind, but I can’t shake the notion that’s he’s worked out something fundamental, and in the process has lost the ability to explain it in terms a normal human can understand. I’ve got the idea he’s trying to communicate in 4-dimensions, or something. Weird and mad, either way.