( Dearest and most excellent writer: )

Guys! Guys, guys, guys I found a prompt for Yuletide that I must have. I am crossing my fingers and hoping that there aren't that many other people offering for it, because I have ideas and for once they don't involve knowing London inside and out or something, and doing weird format-related things is totally fair game ( Read more... )

Guys, you're officially allowed to completely disregard any opinions I have on music from now on, because I actually stood in line to see Patrick Stump last night, surrounded by tweens and teens who squeed in unison in response to Twitter posts and things, leaving me scratching my head for a while and feeling incredibly old. The messes look_alive gets me ( Read more... )

Item One: It had been my goal, on and off for the decade or so, to locate a full copy of the "The Story of BJ and Rachel" set that Moxy Früvous played way back in 1998. I'd found a partial copy on Napster back in the day, and I loved it to death. The gist of it is that Moxy Früvous arranged their songs into a rough plot line and wrote ridiculous ( Read more... )

I've been more and more laconic lately... which I'm doing my best to remedy, but my mind has been buzzing about with all sorts of Future-related nonsense (and writing for fests... agh, the fests) and that's not very conducive to writing entries that anyone will want to read (not that that has stopped me very often ( Read more... )

A few random things to tide everyone over until I have enough time to write something proper:

( Here are some songs that I keep going back to lately, to get them out of my head )

Just a few random things. In re: my flailing around about not being sure how I feel about Occupy Wall Street got tidied up quite nicely by (oddly) the Planet Money podcast about the movement, in which they explain it's more about having a forum than being or asking for anything specific. (It's also a great exercise in what difference a ( Read more... )

The system at work went down at exactly 5 today, so I got to go home on time for once. Hooray for small victories! This also means I finally have time to tell you all about Beirut.

( In which a concert is exactly what I needed in my life. )

There are serious drawbacks to not being able to sit still for more than fifteen minutes at a time, due to Life. As such, I owe the ether two concert recaps. Let's see if I can handle this.

( First there was the Hideout Block Party... )

All right... it's been a while since I've gotten my rant/analysis/squee on about Doctor Who (since June, in fact... where have I even been?)

( So, let's do this )