Hey, did you know emo is actually a whole genre "associated with promoting the cutting culture"? Yeah, me neither. But I did know that it's hardly a "new craze." Between those two massive gaps between Malkin's column and reality, I hardly wanted to link it, but the emo bit, well, it's a little infuriating. Is it worth writing a letter to set the author straight? That, I'm not so sure about.

Haven't played yet, but still: ooh. The Hitchhiker game, with pictures? Sounds fun, looks cartoony...I could see myself playing this in the bar some evening while I wait for J. to get done with band practice.

And for quick reference: The Handy Dandy LiveJournal Cheat Sheet, because I can never remember those codes.

I don't want to do any work today.

What else is new?

Note to self: remember to read this article on Iain Banks somewhere where the internet connection is of a speed that does not require spending more time watching the Salon Daily Pass load than reading the article.

That was a kind of convoluted sentence.

Off to see Kinsey, even though I feel a little guilty watching it without J.

Martin just pointed me to TaDa List, which is supposed to be all, y'know, helpful and useful and practical and stuff. But all I want to do with is is make giant lists of books read, books purchased but not read, movies seen, movies I need to see, habits I need to break, cheap bottles of wine I've purchased at Trader Joe's, and so on and so forth.

But I took yesterday off, napped, watched the commentary on "Once More, With Feeling," and went to see Jason Webley. Sadly, I think I have to actually do work today.

Hot diggity damn but I think I just forgot all about this annex thingy. No one's ever going to look at it, but that's cool; I am forever finding links to things at work and sending myself stupid one line emails that then clog up my inbox, and I could just be using this instead. Duh. Super duh.

This one came from Martin:
Buffyology. Now, initially I scoffed a bit, and reminded him that I've been watching the DVDs for the last x number of months, and I know my Buffy probably better than anyone else I've ever spoken to. But this! Cross-referenced visual jokes! Commentary on the opening credits! And much more! I must never look at it at work again.

Then there was this article about Ian McEwan. I could read McEwan books (and many other Scots...Iain Banks, Magnus Mills, etc...) end on end. But I haven't yet. I've only read a few, but I loved Atonement. So I keep meaning to read the rest of this interview, but I haven't yet. It's A.J. Jacobs' fault. I can't even watch a movie because I am too busy with The Know-It-All. Must finish book before movie. (My roommates rented About Schmidt and every time I looked up I felt more and more like I don't trust Alexander Payne; there's something cruel in the way he deals with his secondary characters).

I did learn that the guy the Heisman trophy is named after was also a Shakespearean actor, which was - until I said it out loud -one thing I knew about sports that the rest of my household didn't.

And then there was this: New York City Songlines. I read it until my stomach hurt, until I wanted to cry, until I wanted nothing more than to be standing on a street corner in the Village, waiting for a friend. I wanted to walk past the pizza parlor-formerly-Gap-formerly-St. Mark's Cinema and roll my eyes. I wanted a slice of pizza or a crif dog.

Sometimes I think my homesickness is as boring as my writing about not writing.

I change three answers, I get the same results. Interesting, seeing as I'm not so fond of abstract music...


congrats! you are an artsy indie fuck! you
understand way more then any normal human being
in so much ways. you listen to the most
excellent abstract music and analize everything
it means and even doesnt mean! art is the life
around us and no one else could possibly think
about understanding it

what type of indie fuck are you?
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I'm not really even friends with OSX. But I'm working on it.


Which OS are You?

Second time around I wound up Palm OS. I don't know how to interpret that.

Also: oh, fuck me. I just had an "I love this song!" moment. About Oasis. Granted, the song in question is "(What's the Story?) Morning Glory", but still. Something is incorrectly aligned in here.

I say it all the time, but this space needs to have a purpose. Perhaps documenting my obsessions. Everything but the personal bullshit posted over on d*land. Fucked if I know.

Definitely more swearing, though.