ewa really liked it. I on the other hand, was left annoyingly unmoved. Every bit as visually lovely as the trailers make out, but it never quite came together emotionally for me.
The new Tom Waits triple album really is that bloody good.
I usually don’t bother cluttering up people’s friendspage’s with birthday wishes for people they don’t know. I figure my friends probably know I wish them all the best, or they will when I wish them happy birthday in person. But anw turns 30 today, and y’know, I think that’s worth making an exception for.
Happy birthday, mate. May your 30s be everything you could want them to be.
The rest of you: Go wish my friend a happy birthday, because he deserves it.
Via imomus, via the NYT, I present the following without comment:
Leaving soon. See a few of you later, and the rest of you when I get back.
Measure your favourite chocolate bars now. That way, when you grow up, you’ll know if they’ve really gotten smaller or not.
Anyone got any other similarly useful tips?
Outlaw, the Alabama 3’s club night is on on Friday night, 10pm ’til 6am, in Brixton. Anyone up for a combination of gig and club night, a little bit country, a little bit techno?
Home alone. Bored. I really should do some bloody work, but I don’t want to. Someone do something amusing, please.
And winning today’s “Spectacular Cleverness” award:
I was sitting here working, when I was overcome by a sneezing fit/dust reaction. So, I thought I’d go out for a walk, blow the cobwebs away, and generally refresh myself.
I stepped out the back door, heard it shut behind me, and then realised it was raining. Pissing it down, in fact. Bugger, I thought, mentally cancelling my walk, and reaching for my keys to go back inside, then realising with terrible clarity exactly where I’d left my keys – on top of a speaker in my bedroom.
Mercifully, Andrew arrived home about twenty minutes later, so I got only slightly soaked.
The moral of the story? There is no moral. But I should always keep my keys on me.