| Wednesday, November 11th, 2009 |
cyberinsekt
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12:55a |
Nurse With Wound - Two Mock Projections
Thirty years on, perhaps the strangest thing about Nurse With Wound's debut album is just how non-threatening it now seems. To be sure, Chance Meeting on a Dissecting Table of a Sewing Machine and an Umbrella is still a seminal piece of industrial noise. Perhaps its the nostalgia speaking, or perhaps it's the caterwauling guitar that adds a certain period charm. Still, don't go listening to this looking for an easy ride. Two Mock Projections is the opening track, and so for many people probably marks the first and last time they ever heard Steve Stapleton. But go on. Search out some more. He doesn't bite, much. Nurse With Wound - Two Mock Projections(alternate download) |
barberio
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12:15a |
I just remembered I need to write a speech for an Oxford Students Society next week. And that they will all be a decade younger than me. This is going to need the phrase "Ask your parents about it." |
| Tuesday, November 10th, 2009 |
perfectlyvague
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11:21p |
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) marchosias444 took this picture of me on Friday. How can I possibly give up smoking when I look this arch doing it?  Am much calmer now...have thought it through so that it makes some sense. I have no definitive answers, but then the offers are not yet on the table so there is still time. What are the odds that whilst I am in my MANDATORY back to work session at the Job Centre (which is probably about 4 weeks premature, the b*stards) tomorrow morning, that I have 4 missed calls two with job offers 2 for more interviews? I already have to work out how to find the time call back all the people I missed early this evening when I was having my very special personal drama. I could well do without this blooming session designed to get me back to work as it is GETTING IN THE WAY OF ME GETTING BACK TO WORK. IDIOTS. What was that line in The Thick of It about the only people who watch the TV coverage of a party conference are '15 housebound mouthbreathers - oh and the ever-swelling ranks of the unemployed who f*cking hate us, by the way.' Yeah. That. I'm just quite stressed that I am basically working a 40 hour week just in managing my job search. It takes a lot of organisation to do the research, fill out all the forms, be in the right place at the right time and say the right things to the right people. I haven't even had time to get down to the Housing Office. Also, being in the full suit and heels all day is tiring - I have to dodge the charity muggers more than ever. When I used to leave Holloway at 8 in the morning it was easy to dodge the beggars. At 10am I turn into a high priority potential cash cow. One called me a name. A bad name. I am usually civil to people who ask me for money, but the suit makes me a target. |
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andyduckerlinks
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10:55p |
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dermophoto
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9:50p |
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chiller
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8:13p |
I'm watching this Gary Glitter thing. I'm so glad the death penalty was abolished the year I was born, and I'm so glad that mass demonstrations to restore it remain a distasteful fiction. /edit: dear god, what a pile of wank. |
hirez
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4:25p |
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nyecamden
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3:33p |
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percyprune
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5:04p |
Saint Martin's Day
We had a lovely meal last night in the restaurant beneath the Rådhus. Very posh. It was a St. Martin's Day goose (gås) dinner. The starter was a lovely 'Blacksoup', which was a little gooseblood in cream and madeira, served with a side of goose liver, kidneys and wing. The main course was succulent sliced goose in a rich gravy with red cabbage, potatis and apple sauce. It was followed by a dessert of applecake served with an astonishingly light cream. Mmmmmm... |
deathboy
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2:47p |
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deathboy
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2:34p |
Hell FUCKING yes.
IT IS WITH SOME CONSIDERABLE FUCKING PLEASURE THAT I JUST BOUGHT SOME FUCKING SIZE 36 JEANS AND FIT INTO THEM WITH MILES TO SPARE. Almost tried some 34s, but didn't want to spoil my jubilation This is as opposed to the horrifying size 38 that I had been for the last three or four fucking YEARS, and which sickened and disgusted me to realise I had become. This monstrous waist and circumstance led to my having to spend the intervening time like a kind of fucking sartorial leper, hobbling from shop to shop, buying jeans because they HAD some size 38s, not because I liked those particular jeans, begging shop assistants to just kill me and put me out of my trouserial misery. Yes, indeed, ladies, gentlemen and sexual man-leopards from the planet Zorbon Prime (with your high-bandwidth, testicular internet connections) - there is now, very tangibly, slightly fucking less of me to love. If you ask very, very nicely, you may lick me. LICK ME. LICK ME NOW. |
deathboy
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12:27p |
rage
Frustration is: When your super-cheap, super-convenient USB and VGA KVM switch FINALLY arrives on the slow-boat from hong-kong, realising that you don't have a spare VGA lead. FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU... |
ruudboy
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2:16p |
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spoonrefuter
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2:04p |
I've just passed two musicians on the street; one had a cymbal case slung over his shoulder, and the other was dragging a flight case on wheels behind him, with a label of a guitar showing. Scribbled on to the label was the "Jeffs Gay Monkey Hardware", which led me to muse - Is the band called "Jeff's Gay Monkey Hardware"? Is the band called "Jeff's Gay Monkey", and does the case contain equipment belonging the the band? Does Jeff have a gay monkey, and does the hardware belong to the monkey? Does the flight case not have a guitar in it, but some equipment belonging to Jeff that simulates a "Gay Monkey"? Or, most likely of all, Did I Completely Misread A Label? |
burkesworks
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12:50p |
Ambulance chasing monkeys
That's two unsolicited calls in three days from an illegal cold-calling agency calling itself the "Accident Investigation Bureau" which claims to be from the UK government despite the operative being a very thickly-accented Indian or Pakistani with a false English name who has absolutely no idea about who I am - it's news to me about having a car crash 12 years ago - and who cannot answer basic questions about his supposed employers. Withheld number of course, so TPS is useless here; does anyone know who they really are and how to get these monkeys off my back? Come to think of it, does BT have a facility by which withheld numbers can be blocked? Those who know me best know that fools such as the above are not suffered gladly by me, and my mood is not helped by the swivel-eyed Fraser Nelson from the Spectator popping up on the Execution Channel™ trying to extract even more mileage out of the Janes case as I type, berating the hapless Gordon Brown and all but branding him autistic while praising Blair and the foul chequebook journalists of the Murdoch press to the skies. Lord knows I'm not the greatest fan of Brown or his party but the behaviour of NewsCorp and the usual suspects over this matter has been lower than a Jack Russell's arsehole. Good to see there are at least some other bloggers outwith the regular dissentient voices who feel the same way too; Mr Eugenides asks the questions that need answers in this excellent post (shame that some of the comments are by and large the usual bloggertarian bile, but it's not about them). Would that more Conservative bloggers showed the common decency that the Greek Baby does here. Don't fancy rolling in to work later this afternoon, but a Man's Gotta Do what a Man's Gotta Do. At least there's pubbage to look forward to at the weekend - and a scrap G4 Powerbook I've just picked up for peanuts on eBay which appears to be an easy fix if I take a few bits out of that rather iffy G3 upstairs, and the remains of that should cover the cost. Should keep me going until I find a suitable netbook; if nothing else it's good to see the first fruits of those daily clicks starting to appear in the bank account (£53 and rising). Current Music: Victoria bloody Derbyshire on 5 Live. Why didn't they hire Delia Derbyshire instead? |
chiller
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12:35p |
Writer's Block: Famous last words
"A scratch! A scratch!" No, I'd probably be moaning on about "get this fucking piano off me!" I'm not frightened of dying, but I suspect at the point where it's actually about to happen to you (assuming the piano doesn't hit you square-on and it's therefore not instant), it gets intensely frightening for a bit, and then not at all. So I'll probably kvetch my way through the frightening bit like a giant cowardy coward, and then when everyone else is all upset I'll suddenly come to terms with it, smile beatifically, point at the far side of the room and go "Oh, hallo!" and peg out. I know my friends and family would be devastated, as I would if I lost any one of them. I don't waste my time imagining it: it's not a thought to be indulged. |
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andyduckerlinks
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12:21p |
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barberio
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11:58a |
Macbook update - Insurance are requiring that I use their people, to make any repairs or declare it a write-off. Which will mean a slow turn around on getting a repaired mac book, it will be quicker if they declare it a write-off and I have to buy a new one. |
percyprune
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1:00p |
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andyduckerlinks
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11:38a |
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andyduckerlinks
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10:15a |
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chiller
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11:28a |
fox and grapes
Yesterday I was talking to webofevil about games and my ineptitude and general lack of interest in them - the latter probably an Aesopian function of the former. Just now, as I responded to a comment on another post, I had a shameful and vivid recollection of the happy hour or so I spent playing the first level of Devil May Cry, crowing and marvelling at how naturally good I was at it, before something called me away from the screen and I watched in horror as the game continued perfectly well without any input from me, and the crushing realisation dawned that it was in "demo" mode. |
harveyjames
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11:01a |
 I drew this on the bus home from the studio last night. Rebecca is my sister Current Mood:  busy |
cdave
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10:12a |
Science today.
Listening to the Today programme this morning, I had two unconnected thoughts that I feel like writing down. Firstly, they were talking about about a refereeing decision on if contact had been made between players. They then brought up the possibility of some kind of automated system to detect if a ball has crossed the goal line. Which wouldn't have helped here. I thought what they needed was one of those systems that stitches together all the photos of landmarks, and makes a 3D computer model. There's enough cameras on a premiership match. Then I thought about printing it out to make it easier to see what's going on. Then about those picture frames you can buy that subscribe to RSS feeds of photos, and wouldn't it be neat for football fans to get a little 3D sculpt of the most interesting points from each weeks matches. I've been reading Makers too much ;) The other story that caught my ear was the advisory group on human animal hybrids. ( waffly thoughts on ethics ) Current Mood:  curious |
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andyduckerlinks
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8:23a |
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