It's official!
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Man I could have slept the fuck in.

Corn pudding!

When I was a teenager, during  the last Golden Age of Rock, I would buy CDs and listen to them whilst poring over the lyrics booklet, song by song. An album wasn't just a collection of songs, it was it's own entity. The packaging artwork was as much a part of it as the music. Some people say that the CD ruined the LP, but I always thought that the ( Read more... )

One of the reasons that I'm doing this, aside from wanting to curtail my rather astonishing intake of late, is because I want, nay need, to get back into martial arts, and right now, I'm fucking out of shape. Overindulgence is kinda anathema to that ( Read more... )

Just to prove to myself that I am impervious to physical addiction, I am going cold-turkey nicotine and alcohol free for five days. Those of you who know me IRL, you're on notice. Prepare for the non-onslaught of DTs.

You know what's worse than getting a bad song stuck in your head? Getting a tiny little fragment of a song in your head, that you can't even identify. Erg.

Dammit. I'm probably going to miss Critical Mass now.

I just paid six dollars for a bowl of soup and it wasn't even in a bread bowl what is wrong with me?

It was tasty though. Not six dollars tasty. Maybe closer to four dollars.

Protip: if your wages are in the upper six figures or above, don't tell the IT peon how much money you're losing while your laptop's broken.