If you’re an experiencer of ASMR, then you could do worse than have a good listen to Your Love by the Aston Shuffle.
Just sayin’
Disordered Thoughts and Curmudgeonly Ramblings
The festive season is definitely upon us – I can’t get It’s Beginning to look a lot like Fishmen out of my head.
Still, I suppose it’s better than getting earwormed by the original version…
1: People who can’t tell the difference between ‘balmy’ and ‘barmy’ should be shot.
2: Kim Deal’s vocals on Here Comes Your Man remind me of the high school sweetheart I never had.
3: The government’s new National Broadband Network ads look like the containment grid’s broken down again.
That is all
Been dividing my time between feeling horribly run down and depressed, and building my knight titan (it’s actually starting to look pretty good). Neither are leaving much time for blogging.
But hey, worse things happen in Finland…
(It’s probably sad that I immediately identified this… thing… as being Finnish from the shots of the Sibelius Monument).
Having the kind of anxiety and depression riddled day where simply being conscious hurts.
There’s only one solution. The Pixies.
There. That’s a bit better.
It’s a bright, clear, late-spring/early-summer type day in Perth. So even though I’m stuck in the office, I thought some bright, clear, late-spring/early-summer type music was in order. So, enjoy!
Do all your shopping at Walmart!
Well, today’s the US Election, when we’ll see if the leadership of the free world (TM) is seized by the evil usurper Romney, or retained by the evil incumbent Obama.
(Personally I’m hoping for the evil incumbent)
For those needing a refresher on their Presidents, here’s Jonathon Coulton’s wonderful song on the matter…
(Note that this is the original 2005 version that doesn’t include Obama or the correct year of Garfield’s assassination)
Let freedom ring people!
I can’t decide if this is genius, or insanity…
…in any case, the world is a more… let’s say “interesting” place for its existence.
It’s Meeeeee!! Floppyyyyyyyyy!!!!
I can’t believe that for years I’ve been confusing Mr Blobby and Mr Floppy.
No wonder I could never find his cover of Reckless.
(Although for the record his Wuthering Heights is far superior…)