Morning, people. I am cheery, after a rather nice phone call last night, just sitting for a couple of hours chatting away to someone I don’t know well enough.
Pocket Bikes? You’d need some serious HammerPants to fit a 49cc engine in your pocket.
Ooh, I hadn’t noticed we were being spammed.
Man oh man, why is ILX down today of all days? I might have to do some work. Bah. Though I can’t because our network is down! Argh!
I am happy today, though. It is Friday. It is payday and I HAVE BOUGHT NEW BOOTS!!! They are not quite as exciting as the Boots of Sex—these are more like every day office boots. Brown chelsea boots with buckles on. Oh yes.
ILX being down is only a small part of NOTHING FCKING WORKING RIGHT AT ALL TODAY. Ahem.
The entire interweb is down, and now I can’t get into my database again.
However, I have to have my employment contract meeting today. And I’m going to cross all sorts of things out and make sure I get my flexitime put in.
And Gardening Leave. I want to know what I have to do to get that, it’s awesome.
Finally! I got to a good part in The Mill On The Floss. Only took 2/3 of the novel.
I’m going to see Lenny Henry at lunchtime. Hey, it’s cheap and very close (across the road).
Get him to say “Katanga my friends!”
OK, I just had my meeting and had to get them to put the Flexitime IN MY CONTRACT so no one can change it in the future because right now it’s only ever been an oral agreement.
They may not be able to back date my pension, though. Bah.
Ah, I have finally figured out a way to properly eliminate bad B’s and P’s in Cubase, hurrah. (I should really make a pop screen.) T’s though, are a problem, especially if you’re dealing with sibillant Home Counties girls.
It’s the time of the season for boo-oots!
It is a small consolation for not having either a record contract or a pointy nosed guitarist.
I think it is time for some lugubrious art:
I am wanting to paint again. But when on earth would I find the time?
(Or the nekkid boys to pose for me?)
I want a pair of Ugg boots, but they’re so expensive :(
Kate just wants to paint a naked Benjamin Curtis, admit it!
You’re a couple of crushes behind the time, Kerr, but...
Doesn’t have to be naked, either. I like the challenging folds of soft clothing.
God, I’m turning into the female equivalent of one of those old pervs who take photos of young girls they can never hope to pull. Sigh.
Clark’s boot sale, CJ! OK, not Ugg, but I was happily surprised.
Ooh! I wonder if the Clark’s outlet store at Bicester Village has an EVEN CHEAPER THAN THEIR SHOPS sale!!! I must go .....
Is that what “lugubrious” means?
Well maybe you can get someone to ask PWB to pose naked for you and you can slip him a viagra...
Kate, I think I sent you another YSI last night. Did you get it?
Lugubrious: exaggeratedly or affectedly mournful
I suppose I tend to mean it a wider sense, of just sort of.. well, Victorian and full-on, lucious darkness. Reclining on a velvet divan with hand to one’s head going “oh woe is me, alas...” while smoking clove cigarettes and reading French poetry. I’m an ex goth, so of course I think lugubrious is a total compliment.
Hrmm, my email’s been being funny, Kerr, I’ll check if it went into the bulk box or something.
I sent you this. http://www.boomkat.com/item.cfm?id=24324
I doubt the other watercoolers would be interested though.
I have found it. I am downloading it.
AND I HAVE CARROT CAKE. I should probably get offline before the hypoglycaemic fit commences. Wah-hey.
SUNNO)))-worshippers alert! 1/2 of that drone metal behemoth, our pal Stephen O’Malley (who has also piloted or participated in such units as Khanate, Burning Witch, Ginnungagap, Teeth Of The Lions Rule The Divine, Thorr’s Hammer, Fungal Hex, Lotus Eaters, etc.) has travelled to Europe to collaborate with Austrian experimental digital noise artist Peter “Pita” Rehberg! They’re calling themselves KTL because the music they made is to be the soundtrack to some sort of stage piece called Kindertotenlieder by performance artist Gisele Vienne and novelist Dennis Cooper (“Closer”) due to debut at a festival in France next year. Judging from the music, not to mention the people involved, we imagine it’s gonna be beautiful, but also somehow disturbing and dark... This cd certainly is. It starts off with the 24 minute drone “Estranged”, blissful and spooky piece that builds towards its end to noisier heights, threatening the storms to come on this album. And yes, the four parts of “Forest Floor” that take up the main, middle part of the disc are a harrowing journey indeed, into a buzzing, claustrophobic realm of dangerous digital sonics and heavy drone, like SUNNO)))‘s lugubrious riffage mixed with the glitchy crunch of Pita — which is what it is, of course! Not for the faint of heart. Part four, in particular, sounds like a doomed prop engine airplane rumbling over a dark forest landscape from some black metal album cover, at night... Finally O’Malley and Rehberg wind things up with the quieter (but still creepy) 13 minutes of “Snow”, a softly pulsing, detailed improv exploration of lowercase sounds... Very nice! Let’s hope KTL isn’t just a one-off collaboration, we’d like to hear more from these two! Their mastery of minimalist ambient music, electronic glitchology and Earthy guitar sludge make a fine sipping brew.
That lugubrious word again!
Things which are lugubrious—a list.
-Gothic and neo-gothic architecture
-Victorian interiors
-Beethoven Symphonies
-Pre-Raphaelite paintings
-Consumptive young maidens
-The novels of Sir Walter Scott (and possibly Dickens)
-Bauhaus albums
Sir Walter Scott is a distant relative to me apparently.
One of my mums aunts searched the family tree for my grans family and completed it just before she died. My gran should have a copy of it somewhere i’ll need to ask her.
Blimey! You could be lugubrious by association! ;-)
I just love saying the word “lugubrious”. Luh-GOOOOOOO-bri-us. It just sounds like what it is. What’s the word for that? Onomatipaeic or something?
Maybe that’s where your name is derived from, Gooblar!
Ooh, I feel quite funny now.
I think I’ve realised—it’s not actually the carrot cake that makes me go all ADHD, it’s the *icing*. I felt fine until I ate the icing and now I feel like I’m drunk.
Does that mean you’re going to post some benjamin pics and lust over him?
Nah, I just feel like getting in a play slap-fite with some noizeboarders. ;-P
Oh, alright, just the one...
Then I’m going to make faces at my colleagues who are still stuck in their debtors meeting. I just heard that 91% of our debtors are new! Hurrah!
I got The Wire today. Smiths got it in and my dad picked it up for me when he was down the town.
The Melvins are on the cover. Written by Phil Freeman.
Grrrr, I’m irritated by people who don’t understand what a “remix” is.
No, you cannot just take one of my songs, rewrite it and then have my band perform it your way. In fact, I’m mildly insulted by that proposition.
Ugh. Yes.
Just found another place where he’s been slagging me off. Just fuck off and die, OK, f*ckwit? And take your comment box and stick it up your woo-woo.
(Actually, I just realised that’s kinda sick. He looks like a younger version of *my* brother there.)
Of course, this is the only photo of my brother I can find right now:
(n.b. he and my sister in law are actually at a Halloween party, he does not actually have Boris Johnson style emperor aspirations. I don’t think. Well, if he does, he doesn’t actually dress like that all the time.)
I thought that was Martin Clunes in that dr who story!
that brainl0ve guy has been slagging you off?
dude looks like he plays way too much Rome:TW
Dude should’ve cut his wrist tag off when he escaped
Dude does not play videogames. His wife has a degree in Latin, tho.
And do not slag off my brother. >:-(
sandbox ilg plz
He does look like Martin Clunes tho.
Referring to something upthread, Mogadon is a downer, so I would assume the sub who changed “mog-speed” to “mogadon-speed” assuming it meant “really slowly”. I must admit if I’d read “mog-speed” I’d have assumed it meant mogadon, not mogwai.
Back in the ’90’s we used to rofl at the prospect of someone inventing a genre called “moggie-house”, slowed down, drowsy/sicky sounding beats. I guess moggie house sort of came to be when some FIEND invented trip hop.
[filthy paragraph about B&Q & improv bondage excised in the name of taste, har]
I thought Moggies were cats. I cannot imagine what music by cats would sound like.
Pointy nosed dude in that photo looks exactly like my brother looked at about 14. But I cannot for the life of me find an old photo, even though I know I’ve scanned many.
I’m sure this says something terribly sick and horrible about me.
My frater doesn’t actually look anything like Martin Clunes, but now, having seen this picture, I sort of see your point:
(Frater’s ears don’t stick out that much, though.)
Haha! Tryptophan hangover and myriad of things going wrong this morning did not prevent me from having four successful, positive tutorials today. I pwn the world!
Teh Kit, why do you always request being locked out of the watercooler? Has someone offended you?
TAKE YR BEEF OUTSIDE!
teh_kit got sonned by himself in a watercooler beef
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Ramalama.
Lenny was OK. As he’s a local person thesedays, it was weird him ironically referring to Woodley’s black ghetto, almost with accuracy.
i’m not discussing that here.
I’m lost.
Who’s Lenny?
Singer out of Notorhead.
Also, what is Tryptophan?
(And when did I turn into teh Pinefox?)
Wow. Tryptophan:
Lenny Henry. I mentioned upthread.
Who is Lenny Henry?
Oh, never mind. I’ll go google.
FAKE TUOMAS/LEXBOT LOVECHILD.
Ah, he is a professional Funny Person. No wonder I had not heard of him.
I think Tryptophan gets mentioned in Robert Clavert’s “Captain Lockheed and the starfighters” as part of the cocktail of drukqs a starfighter pilot has to take before flying “the widow maker”.
Robert Calvert, even.
It is an amino acid, it maketh people sleepy. It is also a principle ingredient of Serotonin which my brane has much trouble keeping in it. So maybe I should take some Tryptophan.
i registered now. how pr0!
Has anyone heard http://www.nanowar.it/ ?
Tricycles Of Steel lol
Argh!
I heard that we were in the new issue of MusicMart. But I went to the shop and they only had the old issue. Bah!
Did you listen to the death metal CD w/terrorizer yet, Kerr?
[filthy paragraph about B&Q & improv bondage excised in the name of taste, har]
Bah! Go on, you know you want to etc etc.
Actually YES WE ARE!!! MY MISTAKE, WE’RE IN THE ONE WITH PETER HOOK ON THE COVER!!!
ha ha, I haven’t had a chance to read it yet because my colleagues are handing it around. But it’s got the naughty picture.
tits.jpg?
No. Just AMP’s knickers.
Oh, up the ladder you mean?
Bah! Go on, you know you want to etc etc.
Ha, I thought of you, I must admit.
they had one of those devices for wrapping christmas trees—a large metal funnel-shaped object where you push the christmas tree though it, pointy bit first, and it tightly wraps it in this meshy fabric stuff? Kind of like a sausage=making machine, but bigger, now I think about it. I looked at it and it occured to me that it looked just about big enough to put a person through, & they’d come out of the other side all wrapped up and, er, you know.
Carry On, Curves:
You can buy tubes of that meshy fabric stuff, with rings at each end, for exactly that purpose. I’m told they’re very good, but I’ve not tried them.
Related news: I just volunteered to model for a photoshoot and got a reply back straight away: “ooh, you’d be ideal”. My ego is feeling all puffed-up right now.
i work in modelling
What on earth are you looking at?
Pointy-nosed anime slash graphix?
Nah, just bishonen manga. The original pointy-nosed anime boy slashfest of nummyness.
I’m trying to distract myself from my current crush (totally inappropriate now I realise how much he not just looks like my brother, but also has the same name as my brother, albeit in a different language) with the original source of pointy-nosed fetishism.
Oh.
My.
God.
I’ve just realised that PBW *did* friend me. I thought he denied me. And I’ve posted stupid surveys with questions about “who are you crushing on?” and crap like that. ARGH! ARGH! red face of shame, argh, embarrassment, I am teh stupid.
::cringes::
I’m going to go and die now.
I can only hope he doesn’t read random surveys from girls he doesn’t know.
Oh god, my face is burning with shame.
I have just canvassed your surveys and can vouch that you have nothing to worry about.
Watercooler!
I was defeated you wonderwar!!!
You’re drunk!
Nah, just washed my hair, off to bed now (ish)
Morning all!
Good morning. I marked 48 essays over the past five days!