Archive for February 2008

1462

This is the last day before 1462 starts. Is it Day 0? Day -1? Day Dot?

I’ve created a separate Flickr account for this project: MousyBoyWithGlasses 1462.

I’ve also created the 1462 group.

See you in 2012!

Unexpected

Sadness

This is Serious Mum have left the building, but one of them has formed a new band, ROOT!.

It’s very sad and broken. Not only are the lyrics and the music uninspired, the TISM-fan-halo-effect is off-putting as well.

I want to send them a memento mori but MySpace lacks the machinery. Any ideas?

Update: One regular reader says that a worthwhile live performance hasn’t transmuted into studio gold. Maybe they should only release live material?

More Quietness

Medication that delivers nausea as an effect. Should be right in a couple of weeks.

Panorama

Jam-ish

Would not have been out of place in the Chris Morris show Jam.

Whimsy-ish

I’d always wondered how musicals got made.

Temptation

I’m giving my Creepy Magnetic Poetry project a bit of a rest, but I have been Googling to see what other Magnetic Poetry sets might bear the creepy treatment.

There are a few easy candidates:

  • Erotic. Most erotic products are sniggeringly infantile. Their aim appears to be the extinction of desire.
  • Romance. Replace sniggeringly with cloyingly. Formulaic to the point of heartlessness.
  • Love. I imagine this is the Romance Edition without actual penetration. Or vice versa. A Stalker Edition without sincerity.
  • Sexual Innuendo. A non-threatening outlet for Protestants to say naked, wee and anus to their supposedly loved ones.
  • Christian. They don’t specify if it’s influenced by the Old or New Testament. Wrathful-creepy vs. turn-the-other-cheek creepy. Tough one.

I’ve just downloaded the full Magnetic Poetry catalog. Wow! It’s full of … stuff. Do it yourselves.

Chorus

If TISM were still around.

And if they lived in the UK.

And if they believed Charlie Brooker is right about everything.

Or particularly if they didn’t believe that Charlie Brooker is right about everything.


Or just sing along if you’re like me and believe that Charlie Brooker is right about everything but also don’t believe that Charlie Brooker is right about everything.

Superfluous

Fillings harvested from those with no further use for the organ.