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Don't hold your breath. Yeah, two entries in two days. A torrent.
Work
Work is doing my head in. There's a spec I'm writing, and every day for the last week I've gone in saying "I'm getting this finished today". Every day for the last week I've left work with seemingly just as much of it to do as when I went in. It's a beast out of control, and I can't get a handle on it. What's worse is, I have nothing substantial to fall back on to get it out of my head for a bit.
Chuggers
Or, to expand the pseudo-acronym, "Charity Muggers". They're annoying at the best of times, but outside Old Street station this evening, they belonged to Amnesty, and their walk-up line was "do you believe in human rights?" Yeah, as a matter of fact I do. I especially believe in my human right not to be hassled by charity workers without asking first.
Camilla
Big headline on today's West End Final of the Standard: Camilla Will Be Called Queen. Like I care one whit what her title will be, what she should be called, in fact this whole Charles and Camilla saga is utterly boring. Not that I'm against them getting married. They clearly are devoted to each other, and have been for a long, long, time, so let them be man and wife. It's not like Charlie boy is going to ascend to the throne for another twenty years at least. By then, the whole thing will have blown over and we'll be all gossipping about how well/badly behaved Harry's and Will's kids seem to be. I'm still waiting for the DNA tests that prove Harry is James Hewitt's kid - I mean, where did that ginger barnet come from otherwise?
Filks
There are a few songs where I "own" a filk, and the original, and significantly prefer the filked version. One is Pretty Fly For A Rabbi by Weird Al. The other is a little more obscure, and is by an Aussie comic called Chris Franklin. It's a filk of Meredith Brooks' Bitch, called Bloke, and is fantastic - if you can dig up a copy from somewhere, do so. Oh, I have one, don't I?
Other musicy stuff
A recent home-from-work random playlist delivered by my Archos Jukebox (I skipped a few 'til the first one played; the rest are as they came, no skips):
1. Bullet In The Head - Rage Against the Machine
Perhaps the best track ever to mosh to. The ending in particular is utterly mosh-tastic. Heavy boots and extreme bravado on the dance floor recommended; just don't try dancing with your pint to this one.
2. Breathe - Prodigy
Of all their tracks, this is the best to dance to. Less jerky than Firestarter, and more manic with it. Class.
3. Bombtrack - Rage Against The Machine
The opener to their eponymous album. Not quite up to the class of Bullet In The Head or Killing In The Name, but still pretty good.
4. Lithium - Nirvana
Hey, a track about a headbanging moshin' groupie (on drugs...). At least, that's what I get from listening to the lyrics and taking them literally.
5. Hope Street - The Levellers
This song is about the National Lottery, believe it or not. The Levellers are a great band, wish I'd got the chance to see them live at their peak. This track in particular has some great guitars, and a seriously hummable tune.
6. Here I Go Again '87 - Whitesnake
Pure 80s cheese-hair-cock-rock, but you just can't help singing/air-guitaring along to it, now can you? C'mon, 'fess up.
7. Generator - Foo Fighters
Not my all-time favourite of theirs (almost all of One By One would come ahead, and then a few more besides) but it kept the theme going.
8. Slave To The Grind - Skid Row
Ahh, Seb Bach and his mates. Never musically very gifted, nor lyrically, but they sure as hell knew how to play it hard and fast and loud. This is a typical example, though I wish I had longer hair, the more to mosh to it more effectively.
9. Sympathy For The Devil - The Rolling Stones
Going back to where it all started, the band a lot of the above would at least acknowledge as being some kind of influence, somewhere. Just to remind me that Mick & Co. were at it long before all of these young upstarts!
Whew! You finally read to the end of this? You sad, sad, person.
Work
Work is doing my head in. There's a spec I'm writing, and every day for the last week I've gone in saying "I'm getting this finished today". Every day for the last week I've left work with seemingly just as much of it to do as when I went in. It's a beast out of control, and I can't get a handle on it. What's worse is, I have nothing substantial to fall back on to get it out of my head for a bit.
Chuggers
Or, to expand the pseudo-acronym, "Charity Muggers". They're annoying at the best of times, but outside Old Street station this evening, they belonged to Amnesty, and their walk-up line was "do you believe in human rights?" Yeah, as a matter of fact I do. I especially believe in my human right not to be hassled by charity workers without asking first.
Camilla
Big headline on today's West End Final of the Standard: Camilla Will Be Called Queen. Like I care one whit what her title will be, what she should be called, in fact this whole Charles and Camilla saga is utterly boring. Not that I'm against them getting married. They clearly are devoted to each other, and have been for a long, long, time, so let them be man and wife. It's not like Charlie boy is going to ascend to the throne for another twenty years at least. By then, the whole thing will have blown over and we'll be all gossipping about how well/badly behaved Harry's and Will's kids seem to be. I'm still waiting for the DNA tests that prove Harry is James Hewitt's kid - I mean, where did that ginger barnet come from otherwise?
Filks
There are a few songs where I "own" a filk, and the original, and significantly prefer the filked version. One is Pretty Fly For A Rabbi by Weird Al. The other is a little more obscure, and is by an Aussie comic called Chris Franklin. It's a filk of Meredith Brooks' Bitch, called Bloke, and is fantastic - if you can dig up a copy from somewhere, do so. Oh, I have one, don't I?
Other musicy stuff
A recent home-from-work random playlist delivered by my Archos Jukebox (I skipped a few 'til the first one played; the rest are as they came, no skips):
1. Bullet In The Head - Rage Against the Machine
Perhaps the best track ever to mosh to. The ending in particular is utterly mosh-tastic. Heavy boots and extreme bravado on the dance floor recommended; just don't try dancing with your pint to this one.
2. Breathe - Prodigy
Of all their tracks, this is the best to dance to. Less jerky than Firestarter, and more manic with it. Class.
3. Bombtrack - Rage Against The Machine
The opener to their eponymous album. Not quite up to the class of Bullet In The Head or Killing In The Name, but still pretty good.
4. Lithium - Nirvana
Hey, a track about a headbanging moshin' groupie (on drugs...). At least, that's what I get from listening to the lyrics and taking them literally.
5. Hope Street - The Levellers
This song is about the National Lottery, believe it or not. The Levellers are a great band, wish I'd got the chance to see them live at their peak. This track in particular has some great guitars, and a seriously hummable tune.
6. Here I Go Again '87 - Whitesnake
Pure 80s cheese-hair-cock-rock, but you just can't help singing/air-guitaring along to it, now can you? C'mon, 'fess up.
7. Generator - Foo Fighters
Not my all-time favourite of theirs (almost all of One By One would come ahead, and then a few more besides) but it kept the theme going.
8. Slave To The Grind - Skid Row
Ahh, Seb Bach and his mates. Never musically very gifted, nor lyrically, but they sure as hell knew how to play it hard and fast and loud. This is a typical example, though I wish I had longer hair, the more to mosh to it more effectively.
9. Sympathy For The Devil - The Rolling Stones
Going back to where it all started, the band a lot of the above would at least acknowledge as being some kind of influence, somewhere. Just to remind me that Mick & Co. were at it long before all of these young upstarts!
Whew! You finally read to the end of this? You sad, sad, person.
