- Who makes up the messages in fortune cookies, and whether they ever thought that would be their calling
- 'hey, did we hook up at some stage?' (verbatim, eye contact and slurring optional)
- If a person is pregnant (female or male, the answer will not be good)
- if you can have a strangers phone number and/or home address (particularly if you're on some sort of public transport or the other person is wearing a tin foil hat and you can't see both of his/her/its hands
- Whether a friend has found Jesus
- Why I'm creating and updating this blog at 9 o'clock on a Saturday night. Dang, I'm gonna answer it anyway, you've pilfered it out of me. If you must know, i'm in the midst of a marathon game of what I like to call 'assignment task-avoidance'. Going on about 70 hours straight now, which is coincidentally about how much time I have left till the due date. But I did learn that Freaks And Geeks is a pretty cool show, and you can't put a price on learning, right? Oh wait, they did, it's about $2000 a semester. Tremendous.
But the subcultre/genre I'm pondering at the mo is Britpop, specifically from about 1993-1998. The list down the bottom is some good starting points, stuff that has very rarely left my internal high rotation list since the first listening. Drop us a line if you wanna be a dork with me and over-analyse Common people and Bittersweet Symphony, while shaping conspiracy theories about the British Conservative Party killing Princess Dianca to slow down the juggernaut that was Tony Blair. And in case you were wondering, Oasis are better than Blur. Deal with it. And I write too much; that's my thing
And this photo? Well, nothing like some truly horrifying image to sign off your first post, right? Richard D James, you brilliantly disturbing man...
HOLLAH!
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Have you heard the new Supergrass?
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