Blogging From The Hip

When Jared at Entropy ponders the inescapable reach of the Increasingly Visible Hand of Corporations Incorporated, and Rabi at Wockerjabby is trying (eloquently) to put her finger on the line between her campus persona and who she is in her writing, which is something I’ve been wondering about ever since Russ told me he saw a different person in my site from who I seem to be in normal life, and Ken is as funny and strange (and uncapitalized…grrr, Ken, grrr…) as usual and calls me the “the critical, rational and cost-mindful goddess of all that is musical and cd-ish”, and the computer room is closing in minutes and the resident computer room Nazi is stalking around impatiently, and I’ve really got to get back to sex discrimination law because I haven’t attended a single lesson this entire week and it’s THURSDAY now, and this sentence is really rather long; when all these things are afoot (and that’s not quite the right word, but I don’t have time to think of the right one), I think it’s better to highlight good stuff other people are writing today than try to come up with some crap of my own.

Whoo, gotta run. Nazi man having kittens.

Business Idea

If I could figure out what it is about exploding dog that tugs so wonderfully at your heartstrings and bottle it, I bet I could make enough money to buy up all the Hallmark products in the world and burn them.

Miserably Failing To Fight The Power

Hallelujah, it lives.

Things I did yesterday when Blogger wasn’t showing me love:

  • Finally got round to completely reading the famous Things my girlfriend and I have argued about page. Wish I’d gotten to it sooner, because it’s absolutely hilarious!
  • Looked for Sonic Youth T-shirts on eBay and got pissed off because they’re all big enough for the entire band to wear at the same time.
  • Looked for Sonic Youth posters on eBay and got pissed off because I either can’t afford to buy the good ones, or they’re not shipped internationally.
  • Contemplated the existential dilemma of postmodern man. Not.
  • Got very strange looks from other people in the computer room while looking at Lego porn.
  • Caught up with Red Meat and Get Fuzzy.
  • Read The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock for the umpteenth time. I never tire of it.
  • Completely wasted my entire day in unproductive activity and left the blasted cluster room hours later seething with frustration and disgust.

Oh, Blogger. The power. The power…

Student Discount Day Yay

I love Student Discount Day at Borders. Today’s haul:
The Sandman Companion (Hy Bender), £8.99
Grandaddy: Under The Western Freeway, £6.99
Roots Manuva: Brand New Second Hand, £6.99
Stereo MCs: DJ Kicks, £6.99
The Beta Band’s self titled, £6.99
20% off everything. :)

Speaking of Sandman, I just found this new and pretty damn excellent gallery! I also found out that Neil Gaiman has a new book coming out in July, American Gods. It’s already on my wishlist.

Discovering little things like these make me happy, and are good for the stress headache I seem to be suffering from right now. Another site for sore heads is this one in honour of artist Dave McKean. which I’ve been devouring over quite a while. Its parent site, erasing.org is also highly worth a visit – it’s one of the very small number of sites I check every day.

Hmm. What else before I return to my room and my property law essay?

I’m a wallpaper junkie. Even more so when it’s eels wallpaper (the band. Not the long slimy sea thing.)

This Peanuts version of the breakup of the Smashing Pumpkins is funny and all, but after reading it, I sort of just sat here and felt…sad. Say what you will about the theatrics, the tantrums and the teen angst lyrics, but at the end of it all, I loved the music, lusted after James Iha, liked Billy in spite of all the bad press he got, and thoroughly enjoyed the two occasions I saw the band in concert (Singapore 1995ish, London 2000). Current favourite SP song, (though it might well be a different one in a few days time): Soothe. I love the guitar work on it.

Damn it, someone already made a Kilgore Trout page. I often find it difficult to commit myself to absolute rankings i.e. My All-Time Favourite ______, but I think I can say, without a doubt, that Kilgore Trout would probably be my all-time favourite writer who doesn’t exist.