I know it sounds like a second rate Jimmy Hendrix song, but it’s not. I was waiting for the bus yesterday, and a tuna truck pulled up in traffic. Through the window I could see a lady sniffing at an air freshener. Well it made me smile.
Archive for the Personal tag
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Fish Truck Lady
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Sexy Cartoon People
So I was just thinking how Lois in Family Guy is hot…
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Rage!
I seem to be craving more angry, evil kind of music at the moment. I tend to listen to one album to death for a couple of weeks – at the moment it’s Evil Empire by Rage Against the Machine. Sadly it occurred to me to buy the album while I was playing Guitar Hero 3, having a guitar battle with Tom Morello. Still, it brings back fond memories of being young and rebellious. The weird thing is that most of the music I loved as a teenager is actually really cool, and mostly what I listen to now.
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Hero
This is a very proud moment. I’ve just completed my first Guitar Hero track on Expert level. I rock! (with a toy guitar)
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Earful of Flies
Ten Negative Sixes, The debut album from Mouthful of Flies is now available to buy. Go and learn about them, then buy the album. You can probably guess the style of music from the band name.
OK this is a little strange, I have the dreamy music from Oblivion playing from one set of speakers, and evil metal coming from the other. It works. Kinda.
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My Lucky Voice
Well, I’ve just returned from a little outing to Lucky Voice in Soho, and I’m all husky and shagged out. My Finale was a Rocky Horror double, flipping from Susan Sarandon to Tim Curry. So it seems that I like programming by day, and singing my heart out at night.
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Still Ringing
We went along to see Mouthful of Flies on Sunday night, and the gig was amazing. I’ll occassionally go to see a band that a friend is in to show support, but it’s very cool to go with no obligation because you love the music. I think the highlight was how Dean is able to sing and play guitar with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. Anyway, my ears are still ringing slightly 3 days on, so I think earplugs might be in order next time. The ringing only seems to kick in when it’s quiet, so I just have to hang out in noisy places for a while.
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All wrapped up in work
I woke up last night at 2:30 in the morning thinking about work. I have to admit at the moment I’m finding it a little hard to shut off at the end of the workday. Generally even if I succeed in slapping work out of my conscious mind, I just end up with lots buzzing around at the back of my head, which can make it a little tricky pretending to be human in my free time.
I think this comes down to a slightly painful truth – if a job is worth doing, then it has to be more than just a job. If it’s more than just a job, then you naturally end up quite absorbed, in which case it’s very hard to shut off.
The solution is probably to throw myself with equal energy into something unrelated outside work, but that almost requires energy, concentration and dedication outside of work that I’m having trouble with right now. Right then, Guitar Hero it is.
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Not Allowed To Mention Cats
I was just musing having read Pat talking about official company blogging, and not being allowed to mention cats and the like. I thought this was a particularly cute and strange form of repression. I can’t help wondering how my life would be if I was allowed to write about any topic my heart desired, except for cats. The conclusion I’ve come to is that each day I’d just be itching to mention it, burning to express catty knowledge.
If this rings true, just bear in mind that the people have the power. If you’ve living in this kind of rigid structure, I urge you to write about cats. Just once. You can all do it in tandem. Arrange a cat post uprising. Damn the man.
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Training in NewYorkiness
I accidentally skipped a place in a queue today, pissing someone off. Wasn’t my fault at all. Honestly. In fact they were not listening or paying attention, and milling around rather than looking queuelike. Unfortunately I seem to have acquired a British disease of feeling bad or guilty even when I haven’t done anything wrong. I need to pay a little New Yorker to teach me that rather than feeling bad, I should pause, say “Fuck you lady” and barge her out of the way.
Maybe they could teach me to make bagels too.
