Do Black People Love Nick Cave?

Scattered thoughts while trying and failing to understand international trade law, and listening to Nick Cave (No More Shall We Part):

  • Something about the dinky piano instrumentation in 15 Feet Of Pure White Snow reminds me of Tubular Bells (Mike Oldfield), in a good way.
  • I think God Is In The House doesn’t really work as the title of a Nick Cave song, unless he’s trying to be ironic. If I were a bootleg remixer, I’d find some way to do God Is In The House vs Jesus In The House (Novelty Irish release by Father Brian and the Fun Loving Cardinals) vs Our House (Madness). Perhaps all to a house beat.
  • I love whoever came up with Black People Love Us, despite being yellow.

Oh dear. This is one of those days where boredom breeds banality.

Once Bitten

Southside Callbox’s Guide to Spotting the North American Rock Critic gives an invaluable guide to the world of popular music reviews, but be warned: nothing in this article will protect you from making unforgivably stupid mistakes like listening to the Pitchfork reviewer who gave This Is My Truth Tell Me Yours a 9.5. Learn from my pain, please.

McSweeney’s/Semen News

The following McSweeney’s Lists (almost always best read with no further introduction than their titles alone) amused me:

While we’re on the subject, semen is apparently an anti-depressant. Pass it on.

New Adventures Of Bobbin #1

I really, really, really should be studying anti-suit injunctions, but I’m too busy embarrassing myself by laughing out loud in the computer cluster room at The New Adventures Of Bobbin (found at Jolene’s), which you will absolutely love if you are a sarky Singaporean ex-convent girl like yours truly (okay, they’re technically not convent girls in the comic, but they’ve got the uniform, the humour and, er, sense of morality), and even if you’re not, go read it anyway for proof that Singaporeans do have a sense of humour.

Oh, and can someone competent in Mandarin please explain this one to me?

Meanwhile, I’m at strip number 74. Only 37 more to go before The New Adventures Of Anti-Suit Injunctions…

The Gayometer Has Spoken

So if Alec is 43% gay and Mark is only 40%, this makes my boyfriend even more of a raging queen than Her Majesty during the annus horribilis. Oh well. At least he cooks and cleans.

When Family Car Games Attack

dooce.com is funny today, especially if you used to play that game.

Games in our family car included As The Car Rounded The Bend The Baby Sister Hurtled Through The Window! Oh Wait, No She Didn’t, Her Heroic Big Brother Saved Her. The two main players of this game were, unsurprisingly, my brother and myself, although given our considerably different sizes at the time (he’s 11 years older than me) he pretty much wrote the rules.

Step Aside Ron Jeremy!

So there I was, suffering acutely from dissertation exhaustion, and then Jeremy Bentham pornolized to Jeremy “Big Cock” Bentham.

The Dialecticizer’s results bring less glee but are edifying nonetheless, especially Redneck, Swedish Chef and Hacker.