January 2011
18 posts
Reason being is to <blah blah blah>
It’s phrases like this that make me weep
Should twenty-somethings who have done everything asked of them their entire...
– Squashed: On Those “Entitled” Twenty-Somethings
When you still have placenta in your hair it’s unbecoming to whine about doing things right for your ‘entire lives’.
This entire screed is a pathetic abrogation of responsibility. At least if you called for outright revolution, you’d be doing...
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-1-23) →
Yo La Tengo (40)
Pernice Brothers (34)
Monsters of Folk (25)
Toshiro (20)
Fleet Foxes (20)
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
An open letter to no-one you know
You know what?
Screw your stupid naming conventions!
I’m all for conventions that are useful, usable, instructive and consistent.
But this shit is just plain stupid, and your daft restrictions are based on decades-old barriers that no longer exist.
Also, while I am at it - EMBRACE SOME FREAKING META DATA!
With all due respect and hugs,
gizo
5ft 10inches.
Because sometimes centimetres aren’t the right measurement
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-1-16) →
Beck (69)
Richard Davies (43)
Vampire Weekend (35)
The Beatles (27)
Stereolab (21)
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
In Brazil, more than 440 people were killed overnight when freakish storms in...
– Climate chaos across world as La Nina makes her mark
Working With a Screen-Toucher « Muddled Ramblings... →
I just found me a New Year’s Resolution:
I resolve to consider this dialogue every time I get close to touching @squozen’s screen.
Anonymous asked: screw this haiku crap
you can't tell us what to write
you don't own us, man
is that fuckin' poetry or what?
jerry
you can't tell us what to write
you don't own us, man
is that fuckin' poetry or what?
jerry
I have no recollection of this
jonathan (@bookboy) 5/01/11 8:31 PM Beautiful cover of Bowie’s Modern love performed by The last town chorus. thanks to @gizo http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sAypnmdiCEk
December 2010
12 posts
2011
…begins as 2010 left off - being woken through the night by a sleep-screaming Lolzilla.
I’m lying on her floor by 5:30, and the Hardman comes running in at 6:30.
Toast. Cereal. Phlegm. So much phlegm.
Realising we left the chooks out overnight (again). As I head outside in my Reg Grundys to check them, the cry from the kitchen - “Get that Rosella out of our Peach...