Monthly Archive for August, 2005

english graffiti


seriously man, just don’t

Which is like American graffiti, only more touching. You see, English graffiti artists worry about your drinking, would rather you didn’t spiral into drug addiction, and would like to show you the way to Amarillo. This could well be because they’re good-natured robots, trying to protect humanity, though perhaps their pun chips are malfunctioning?.

Oh, in other news, some tenant showed me his website the other day. Well, I asked to see it, since he was griping at having had to pay for it, which may or may not have been related to only having half of September’s rent lying around, but anyway.

For the princely sum of one hundred and seventy pounds sterling he’s got 2 years of hosting, a whopping 120Mb of space in which to place things that might be hosted and a professional designer to build his site for him. At this point I was thinking that the site must have been something special, since my Dreamhost account is £100 for two years and has more or less 20 times the web-space, so I ask to see his site. He fires up IE and it goes straight there, it is the man’s home page after all. Then, as I was reeling from the shock, he delivered the killing blow: he plans to learn flash in order to improve this….. thing, and also hopes that his computing course will teach him how to programme websites. I mumbled something about leaving the oven on and fled before I had a chance to soil myself with uncontrollable mirth.

BUNT!

I have returned! <3

here to let you know

…..if you’re not knowin’, that is.

Wow, all of July without a post. Either I’m so boring that nothing interesting’s happened to me, or I’m so cool and exciting that I’ve just had no time to write all about it. Anyway, I’m posting today mostly to enthuse about Metric and their album “Old World Underground” that was recently recommended to be by my good friend Animal. I think he sent it to me a little over a week ago, possibly on a Thursday. I must have heard it straight through a hundred times since then, it’s that good.

It’s so good, in fact, that I’m in a quandary. I want to have Ani’s babies for introducing me to this very cool album, and I also want to have Emily Haines’ babies because her voice is like liquid sex, but I can only have one baby at a time. You see my dilemma.

In other music news, I’m totally unimpressed with the Foo Fighters’ new Album, “In Your Honour”. There are about four enjoyable songs and one excellent track, which is pretty poor for a 20-song double album. If you like this mellow acoustic stuff that’s been making itself known of late, then this album is probably just your thing, but if you liked “One by One” and expected similar rocking out then you will be sorely disappointed.

Speaking of sorely disappointed, I also got to check out the new White Stripes album the other week. The White Stripes for me have been making the shift from quantity to quality over the last three albums. It’s like they only have a certain amount of awesomeness to fit on an album, and must choose how many songs to spread it over. I found a whole seven rather tasty numbers on “White Blood Cells”, five damn rocking tunes on “Elephant” and one fucking awesome track on “Get Behind me Satan” (Blue Orchid, if you’re curious).