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Friday, April 06, 2001
In summer they'd go southernmost
It's pushing 3am and I just can't bring myself to go to bed. Late night café mocha mistake; melatonin? That sounds like a Guardian crossword clue. Not that I can do the Guardian crossword. Most of the time I can barely read the clues.
I bought the new Lucksmiths album yesterday and forgot to mention it. Possibly because I had stuffed it into my bag and forgotten to listen to it. Hmm. I still need to digest it; it's not as immediately/perfectly/stunningly catchy as their last few Long-Play EPs and Short-Play LPs. But it deserves my attention. I'm dubbing their stuff for a pal in South America. A pal in South America! Thank you Internet! Night night.
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Wednesday, April 04, 2001
No I don't listen to their wasted lines, got my eyes wide open and I see the signs.
Oh my! Spring has sprung and here's me still clinging to sweaters and a giant bepocketed parka. I've been away for months now, mulling over my Grand Unified Theory of Pop (I'm still working on it, all I know for sure is that it almost certainly involves Tracey Ullman, Cathy Dennis, S Club 7, a beryllium ion and a small glass tube filled with cyanide), touring across Greater Britain (photos available), and hatching a secret plan to make Popular an interesting show again.
In other WB related news, I spent nearly a week in catatonic hybernation after Cute Dean and Rory broke up; rocking back and forth with my knees clutched to my chest. The bf had to forcefeed me matzoh crackers to keep me from swallowing my tongue. What can I say? All my base are belong to Lorelei Gilmore.
Since the WB is currently in Rerunville, I have an estimated 2 weeks to get some work done on this site before the crises begin anew. On the off chance that anyone reads this, please know that I am going to take down the Popular pages (since I never finished putting them all up anyway, and they take up too much space) until I can find enough space for all the soundclips -- I actually DO have clips of the entire first season and I think those of us who fondly remember those halcyon days will eventually want to hear them. I also plan on blogging regularly again since the number of my internet correspondents has dwindled down to, oh, just about zero.
4th Mix DDR will soon be mine; Jeb is my new obsession; lunch is calling me from downstairs. Write me, I'm bored. Sayonara.
