Sorry, that was too good a pun not to use.
Let’s start it off with some pretty boys:
Oy, oy, oy. Have just finished marking exams only to find that I don’t have one for one of my students. WTF? Very unlikely that I’ve lost an exam, but do not have the time (leaving for the states tomorrow) to do much of anything. URRRRRGH.
the pretty boys don’t display.
Loose bolt on the back of the engine block. Including steam cleaning all the oil off, and an oil change, forty quid. To say I’m relieved would be to MIGHTILY understate things, as you can imagine.
The pretty boy is displaying for me... quite literally!
Maybe this student didn’t hand in their exam? I know I’ve done this before today.
plz 2 lock teh_kit
You know, you could just do that by emailing Pash directly, instead of making this grand announcement. Just sayin’
Maybe the student’s missing paper has somehow become caught up in other paperwork! Check again!
I keep checking, of course. It’s definitely not here. Of course, I’m going through worst-case scenarios (Could I have thrown it out with ‘extra’ exam booklets? Did it get lost on my journey home?); most of all I’m racking my brain trying to remember if she was actually at the exam or not. Too many students.
OK, PBW is actually forcing me to *think*! Wow. Pretty boys aren’t supposed to have brains and theories and cogent opinions about art history and the creative process and bring in Russian novels to back up their opinions.
I might actually have to stop objectifying PBW and actually, like, treat him like a human being or something. Weird. I’m not sure I know how to do that.
Ha ha, 120 Days = Duran Duran. Totally in a good way. Is that the band with the really pretty Swedish guitarist?
“Kraftwerk, Stereolab and the Stooges?” In yer dreams, lads. You are Duran Duran and I claim my £5 and a cocktail on a yacht.
Also, Norwegian, not Swedish. My mistake. That’s worse than calling a fake Canadian British.
OMG Norman! I didn’t catch the beginning of that story but I have a pretty good idea of what it was... like you thought the seal was blown or something?
“No no,” said the penguin. “It’s just ice cream.”
One of the bands at ATP actually told that joke while filling in time, they’d just blown an amp, which they were very pleased with—“Top that, Sonic Youth!”.
They were called Major Stars, which one of my friends actually thought was a “secret attraction!” description rather than a band name, like the item in the Terrastock lineup which read “Break (not a band called Break)”.
So also the hilarity Neil (thought he) was providing with the “Doors at 4.30? OMG The Doors are playing” line he was peddling until I drowned him in Very Strong Cider.
Whoa, did I stumble onto the ATP thread by mistake or something?
Major Stars are awesome!!! I have all their albums and tried to get kate and mitya into them.
The 120 Days album starts off good, but then just degenerates into NME/Carling rock I can do without. What a disappointment. I might just fast forward to their 11 minute “kraut epic”.
One time, I arrived to set up at our gig, (back in the day/night) and saw our band name listed on a ‘tonite’ type adposter, and said “Oh, we have a support band tonight?”
“No” came the answer “I told them on the phone what kind of music we play.”
So, there was no support band called “Scar”
Urgh. That took me a while to figure out.
(My sisX0r used to be in a band called The Scars. They did not play “Scar”, though.)
OK, singer dude has turned into Richard Ashecroft in a totally ANNOYING way. I wish he’d just shut up and let me listen to the wibbling noises.
Whoa, did I stumble onto the ATP thread by mistake or something?
No, you stumbled onto a conversation involving bad jokes. Which happened to be told at ATP. I don’t see why it’s so different from any other random bollocks talked on this thread.
Yo, chillax! I thought I made a genuine mistake! I’ve been following both threads.
We just got the most *amazing* chocolates handed round at work.
amazing chocs only materialise here when someone goes on holiday or to a conference. Then by convention an email with “Chocolates from (insert name of place here) by my desk—help yourselves![EOM]” in the subject line is sent out. Everyone always thinks I’ve been to a conference when i’ve come back from holiday as a result of my Eastern European fixation.
These were Xmas chocolates for the FD. I should have looked more closely at who they were made by, as they were all posh, in a gold box (don’t think they were Godiva, though) but they’ve been hidden now.
I need this picture visible again
xpost to Kate, if you were reading both threads, how did you think reading about ATP was weird unless you knew which thread you were on and weren’t expected it? It genuinely looked like a “oh my God, you’re talking about non-Watercooler-sanctioned stuff! Heretics!” kind of comment to me. Sorry ’bout that.
WHAT THE HELL IS THAT, JABBA THE HUT?!?!?
It did make me laugh, though.
Hurry Up Picture!
(boy, it’s slow!)
It’s a sea lion
OK, this is weird. I’m actually procrastinating replying to this email. Not because I’ve not got anything to say (maybe I’ve got *too much* to say) but because it feels very weird.
This is not a situation I find myself in very often. I kinda have this dichotomy—that there are hott boys to be admired and lusted after (usually from afar) but never actually interacted with particularly seriously. And then there are my friends, with whom I can have the interesting conversations and the mental alignment and actual share thoughts and maybe even emotions.
And I’m feeling a bit weird about these boundaries being crossed. Because that way badness lies.
...and suddenly, completely by accident, in trying to get into a semi-flirting, pigtail pulling mock argument, I’m finding someone actually challenging my ideas and expanding my intellectual horizons and talking about things I find really interesting in a way that... well, that I’ve been trying to get from, but *not* got from, for example, my bandmate/supposed collaboraters in years.
And a bit of me is saying “you’re not supposed to *do* that, you’re just a bit of trouser to be objectified”. And the other half is saying “run away, run away!” When what I really want to be doing is saying “hey! come back here! Did you really just say what I think you said? Do you believe that? Justify/explain yourself and we’ll debate whether you’re right or wrong—or if right and wrong are concepts that even belong in this argument!”
Argh. Why am I such a stupid mess?
Sorry, I’ll just post pictures of sea lion pups or something:
worth continuing discussions then, he may fall into either one of the other two categories.
What “other” two categories?
There’s only two categories.
He just made me cry with a single line from a song because it’s something *I* once wrote, from the other side.
Perhaps you’ll discover a third category of “attractive men that you can have a conversation with”.
surely he could be turned from pointy nosed poster boy to friend/collaborator or something more?
Surely you are capable of talking to attractive men already? I’ve seen some of the London ILXors!
“Piece of trouser to be objectified” is good. I’ve always wanted to be one of those. Maybe I have been?
xpost, kate appears to be able to talk to me on a fairly regular basis, alisa, what you saying about me? (I know, I know I am a girl)
It’s Kate who has the “on one hand there are hott boys and on the other hand there are my friends” dichotomy!
(I was pointing out that some of Kate’s friends clearly fall between the two categories, though it also occurs to me that that’s because they aren’t being objectified when they become friends, but presumably the transition was made at some point)
I can talk to attractive men if I don’t think of them as sexual objects. Actually, you can take the “attractive” out of that sentence and it would be the same.
I’m fine with men if they’re Out Of Bounds for whatever reason—usually through being in a relationship with someone else, through being totally unsuitable for reasons of age or other. Or when I’m just not attracted to them.
It’s when it’s that strange quasi-land of “available, just not available to me” that it becomes painful.
When you’re totally objectifying a bloke to the point where they are just floppy hair and pointy nose, that’s keeping them at an emotional distance. No big deal if it doesn’t happen and you don’t get to touch them, because you don’t want anything more than to look. It’s when that velvet curtain gets pulled back, and you see a glimpse, not of well-turned heel, but of... brain, soul, heart, essence—and you suddenly think “hang on, actually I want to touch *that*!”
Then it’s just too painful.
Since you weren’t impressed with 120 Days after all Kate, how about Psychic Ills -Dins?
I haven’t even finished listening to 120 Days yet! (OK, I’ve taken breaks to listen to Gooblar’s demo a couple of times, and then listen to the songs PBW sent me) The last 120 Days song, the 11 minute epic, is pretty good—except I wish the singer would STFU.
Morning! I won something last night!
Oh, and I found that someone has banned my blog! Notoriety!!!
Morning all. I tried on my dinner suit on again last night, it looks immense. I’ve got the bow tie down pat—I look the daddy! Off for fun and frolics tonight!
FP, banned blog is always gonna be the outcome when you bang on about a spermcube.
One brief mention, that was all
It only takes one mention for an over-eager blocker to prick it’s ears up.
ohhh you said prick!
Dagnamit, now the pointy-nosed boys will no longer be on monitors across the land.
Speaking of pointy-nosed Objects of desire, here’s JN looking upwards at me doing something heroic:
Should I put a JN album on my Christmas list? I am trying to decide.
argh nearly 2hr journey into work on public transport. pwn3d by south tyneside passenger transport authority etc.
haven’t they got a ridiculous brand consulted name nowadays?
Also less long haired elvish, more short haired bohemians.
Nexus, Ed. Very original, eh?
Hello all.
I haven’t quite got round to hearing the album yet, but the odd track that i’ve downloaded/been sent has been pleasent enough, like Regina Spektor with the Katie Melua taken out. (xpost to FP, clearly)
We need a kate/emsk to provide both Ed and myself with a supply of pretty pictures to look at. They’re both good barometers of our tastes!
They call it the Japanese Mercedes.
xxpost
That does sound like something R. Spektor would benefit from, to be honest.
(xpost)
I bumped into my ex last night. She said: “oh, I’m doing catwalk modelling for [a bespoke fetishwear company] in January and they don’t have any male models—you should get in touch with them!”
Are you?
You’d be crazy not to, FP. You might get paid cash, or paid in kind, perhaps?
cruel to be kind?
No, I meant FP might get to keep some of the gear, eh.
Given the cottage-industry nature of most fet suppliers, I’d be surprised if payment was offered. But it’s good to make contacts. I wanted to get in touch with them anyway because I want to buy stuff from them—kit not clothes though.
BWAH HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH!!!
I am going to copy and paste a memo which has been sent round the office this morning for your amusement:
Good Morning All,
As some you may be aware there have recently been a few people fall ill with tummy bugs, all within the space of 24–48 hours of each other. Whilst this is very likely to be a bizarre coincidence, in the interest of your safety, we are taking the following two precautions.
I have ordered replacement filters for the Water coolers (which were not due to be replaced until February). Bottled water will be available from later on this morning until the filters have been checked/replaced.
I have instructed a test of the Air-conditioning and a thorough clean of the filters to ensure there are no germs being circulated.
Many thanks
Company Office Manager
DAMN WATERCOOLERS MAKING US SICK!!!!
I’m drinking tap water today which is bleecchhhh
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That reminds me Kate—we got a new watercooler yesterday. However, rather than taking bottled water, it has a feed from the mains supply. I’ve not tried it yet, but I hate our tap water, so I’m not really looking forward to it.
Also, the ballet last night...
::DOES PIROUETTES ABOUT THE OFFICE::
My god, it was magical! It wasn’t the flashiest Nutcracker I’ve ever seen (Lincoln Centre, hello) but it was just... magical. I was in tears by the time the Sugarplum Fairy did her famous dance.
They generally have filters in them, mind you I have no problem with tap water so I’m not going offer an opinion on taste.
I appear to be back in fine fettle today. Gareth made me late for work but that’s OK because there is only myself an S. in today.
I’ll try it later and see what I think.
I think Mitya likes the Psychic Ills—Dins album. (the other one I sent is a compilation of their 2 early eps).
The spacerock ysi wizard is taking requests for xmas.
I want one of the ballet dancer dresses. I know it will not make me graceful and svelte and pretty, but still. They are awesome. Not the tu-tu things, but the floaty skirts.
Glad you are back in the land of the living, Ed.
Ours was a filter on tap water. Our tap water is NASTY (I’ve just had a glass) but the watercooler water is fine. I don’t have the heart to tell them it’s Iguana Flu and nothing to do with the watercooler at all.
Where’s Mitya been, btw?
Kate kidnapped him and Tissp.
TISSP! checked in the other day to say thanks to Ed for rescuing his wallet.
Where *is* Mitya, though? We didn’t offend him too badly while he was here, did we?
Um, hello!
I know NOTHING about ballet, but feel I should. I need a wise person to take me by the hand and teach me up.
And Ed, I feel you pain:
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I didn’t know Bob Geldof was in TSM!
the one in the middle looks like laurence llewelyn bowen (x-post hahaha)
I’ve been clicking on that photo for 20 minutes now and I haven’t got mine own DDB to keep yet.
A crossbreed of Bob Geldof and Laurence Llewelyn Bowen sounds scary.
That’s Josh and he’s lovely (even if he did nick my DUSSELDORF!!! sigh) so you hush your horrible mouths.
I’m sure he’s a lovely fellow, but he still looks like LLB in that photo.
Our watercooler feeds in from the mains, but it zaps the water so it tastes really nice.
Watercooler experimentation will be done after lunch.
haha, “Dusseldorf sign” not “dusseldorf sigh”—ah, the hillarity. I guess I type that a lot.
Do some work, or answer some email? Ach, answer some email.
Wait on, didn’t I make the same comment about Josh looking like Geldof? After the film, if I remember correctly...
Yeah, check your emails kate!(you too tissp)
Already on it, cheers
I’m having a really horny day today. All the girls in the office have suddenly become the most beautiful people in the world, and many naughty thoughts have been entering my head, usually involving the ladies’ glasses falling off.
There’s a camera crew in my office!
Ooooh, hott producer for me, hott sound-guy for you?
No, just fat bankers and old cameramen.
I had a strange attack of Teh Horn when I was on the train this morning, it wasn’t a specific horn, it was just the desire to kiss, the abstract desire for sex, just as a hole or absence to be filled up. It was quite odd, it wasn’t really focused on a specific person though I am still suffering with crush. I think it was hormones and/or fever.
oh dear JB!
I just popped into town with the goth—and of course someone noticed us getting into my car together.
Maybe it’s lip balm, too. It always makes me rub my lips together to spread it out all around my mouth, so perhaps it makes my lips wish for more action.
You shouldn’t have had your furry handcuffs on her then FP!
I’m not in a crush at the moment, so any horn I have at the moment is suitably abstract. My usual lustings veer violently between cuddling and giving a good hard seeing to—today it’s the latter.
FP, you were giving a lift to The Goth—that’s not SUCH a bad thing, is it? I get lifts into town all the time, and no tongues are wagging. Unless she got in your boot or something.
(FP is probably getting bored of this by now.)
This deserves repeating
er lots of xposts
i think he’s right, w all his affluenza stuff, but it’s kind of obvious, no? like—set up your society like this, and of course all your citizens will end up feeling like that.
kate if you go to lilyallenmusic.com and sign up for the email list they’ll send you some kind of free mp3 version of the album or something.
Or it would if I used the right url
Argh, what happened?
Don’t worry, Benjamin! I still love you! I was only kidding when I said the Sonic Screwdriver was better than yr pedals!
Emsk, I have the Lilly Allen album! I bought it last month. But it kind of got burried because I played the Howling Bells album too much.
AW THOSE CATS
That has got to be photoshopped!
That said, I prefer the yin/yang cats.
If you do like me, why perpetuate this horribleness?
I do like you, and I absolutely didn’t mean to! The people who will always be arseholes will always be arseholes whatever; I started the thread to make the NICE people who just blithely join in the abuse realise that they are being dicks, and hopefully they’ll then stop.
Again, I’m sorry to have named you (or anyone for that matter) and I’ll aks the mods to take the names out.
Holy SHIT boss bf1 flanger pedal $636!!!!
I have messages in my OKC account. What do I do? Eep! I can’t get the site to delete my profile. Bah.
Can someone who has photoshop please photoshop a kitten head onto the snake, and add the words “I want these muthafucking kittens off this motherfucking messageboard NOW!!!”
(for Kerr, not me, obviously.)
KITTENS ON A THREAD!!!
and also “WHAT IS IT WITH ALL THESE KITTENS ON ILX?!” Please.
(Does anyone know how, in paint, not to make that awful white box appear around text?)
Click the lower button that has a cylinder, a ball and a box. (You’ve got two of those, right?)
Ah, thank you! the mystery is solved!
Time for a “Sub Sub Zero” thread, surely?
“There aint no love, there aint no use” perhaps...
I want to call it THE ALL SHOEGAZING ALL DRONEROCK NO SPORT NO REALITY TV DO NOT READ IF YOU HATE KATE WATERCOOLER OF EXTREME JOY but that would be kind of asking for it, wouldn’t it?
I have just had a thought on the way back from lunch and it has made me chuckle.
Get the extra sister and you can be the ‘Sweet Mistress of Paynes’
heehee.
GO FOR IT K8
Kate, are we okay? I got the thread edited and i hope my apologies were accepted. Email me if there’s anything else to discuss.
Thanks for the edit, Mark. yes, we’re OK. I just had some stuff pent up from previous discussions that I had to get out—not all of that was directed at you.
I should really stay off that thread, though. I find myself repeating myself too much. And the thing is, those kinds of threads are never actually going to reach the people doing the damage. Maybe including me. I don’t know.
Sweet Mistress of Paynes. Quit that!
Kate’s stage name could be Synthia Synthesiser
But I don’t have a synth! that should be Frances “Doom” Morgan’s stage name. Except I enjoy calling her “Doom” too much.
Madame Synthia & Payne Sisters
But then you need a stage name.
Come on! We are a band, not a Soho Revue act!
And so does Ed if he plays drone mandolin
I suppose if someone loaned Ed a dress he could call himself Manda Linn
We are a band, not a Soho Revue act!
If you were you could get FP up onstage too!
STOP WITH THE BAD PUNS!!! I CANNAE TAKE IT ANY MORE!
(Especially as I am listening to the rough mix of Brown and Sticky right now as I type ha ha ha ha I do not want to have to tone down Marianna’s orgasm at the end, it sounds GRATE)
I have just read the most “WTF?” thing ever to come out of someone’s mouth (keyboard?) on ILX and I think I had better go and do some work to take my mind off it. Argh.
Yeh, I saw you splutter from here. Believe me, you’re not the only one to think it’s all gone wrong.
God, I’m just... argh, someone post a picture of the Hubbel Space Telescope or something. Wait, no, even that’s gone horribly wrong and the Bush administration won’t fix it.
This is a picture on the sun, taken from a telescope that’s orbiting round the sun really close!
“of”, obviously.
Hasn’t the corona recently done a giant massive fuckoff surge or something? Or was I misinterpreting something on APOD?
I too think I read that somewhere, but I might only THINK I did cos you just said it!
I just can’t be bothered today. I’ve got this code to debug, and it’s so not happening.
No, we’re right. There was a massive coronal ejection last week.
http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/ap070206.html
I think I’m going to have some more coffee.
Aha, good work watson.
Why can I not be bothered doing anything today tho? It can’t be VD, cos I really don’t give a flying about that. Or maybe I do, but just don’t know it.
Maybe it’s the weekend’s complications that have thrown me. I know that sleeping with friends is historically a bad idea, even if you think you’re all liberal enough and grown up enough to be able to deal with it.
::bashes head against desk::
You don’t need ILX to tell you this.
I’m wound up because ILX is in flux, and talking about it, no matter how much you hate it, *is* incredibly more-ish.
And I’m distracted because my current work is just old dogends and bug-fixing, not anything I can sink my teeth into. Bah.
I know, I know, I don’t need anyone to tell me this. But it’s not as easy as that, is it? When the big brain stops working and the little brain gets busy . . . bah. I guess it stops life becoming dull.
ILX in flux isn’t good, no. I just wrote a paragraph about the whole thign here, then deleted it when I realised that this thread is a haven from the rest of ILE, not a place to drag bits into!
ILX in flux isn’t good, no. I just wrote a paragraph about the whole thign here, then deleted it when I realised that this thread is a haven from the rest of ILE, not a place to drag bits into!
Amen.
I no longer have a little brain, so it’s hard to really relate... or remember? (Well, I never had a penis, but my libido has just gone.) how much trouble it causes.
I must say, I’m kind of flattered by all the messages in my OKC inbox. I mean, there were EIGHT of them! Eight men who took the time to read my profile and liked what they saw enough to drop me a line. That is actually really nice.
Except most of them live really far away. (Why are all the pointy nosed men in Wales or Scotland?) I don’t trust people who don’t put up photos, I think they’re hiding something, which knocks out two. And the only one who I thought “hrmm, maybe” in the time between his sending the message and my reading it, he has changed his status to “in a relationship”.
But still, nice that they wrote.
It does cause trouble it’s true. Between labido and the drug of your choice, whatever that drug may be, it’s a wonder anyone is civil to anyone ever.
I’ll phone her tomorrow, it’ll be fine.
I haven’t checked my okcupid for ages.
*checks*
no messages. hurumph. But guess it’s the guy’s job to do the chasing anyway.
I am way too picky, I suppose. But this combination of ... argh, Mark S started a thread on this on Old ILX which was much more sensible than anything I’d say. This combination of being extremely discriminating WRT some things and extremely shallow WRT others. Of having an overinflated sense of what you want in a partner combined with an inaccurate sense of who you are likely to attract.
There’s no one amazing enough to make me give up all the things I *like* about being sex/relationship free.
I guess that’s why I’m single, I’m I’m being honest. I just LIKE being single too much. However, I DO have a labido, so I end up doing silly things with inappropriate people. I guess I should just go to the local indie club and pick up students, but I don’t have the self-confidence for that. Although this IS improving, it’s something I’ve been working on this year, and I do believe it’s working.
There’s actually an interesting thread to be started about how you can become a little more self-confident without turning into a big-headed prick, but I don’t think it would be a wise idea to start it in the current climate.
As stated on the other thread, I have just realised! I do not want a boyfriend! What I want is A WIFE. How can I get one without getting a sex change or being gay?
Hook up with a pre-op tranny?
Problem is, there aren’t many dirty dronerock pre-op trannies.
I mean, they tend to idolise Greta Garbo and Liza Minelli. Not Patti Smith.
They don’t?
(shakes head sadly)
OMG THAT OTHER THREAD. GOD. FUCK.
so er right, what are we doing tonight? ed, what time should we come round? shall i bring popping corn?
There’s actually an interesting thread to be started about how you can become a little more self-confident without turning into a big-headed prick,
i would like one of these too right now, but i think there are a few on old-ilx. that one gr*h*m started about shyness that goes on and on and on for about a million years and actually seems to have lots of sound advice on?
Come round whenever (although give me a chance to tidy up a little)
bring whatever you like.
I have BULLY HILL WINE to compensate for all the ILX bullies.
I am going to cook things in my oven to show kate the wondrous things that can be done in one.
Dude, do you want to fix mine oven? You haven’t even fixed my laundry making machine yet!
OMG GIANT SQUID!
squideos (ho ho) here:
the second one is better. it lives 1km underwater! i would like to do that.
one of these?
dunno. think it was just called SHYNESS.
Oh, videos, why to crash Kate’s web browsers?
Oooh, Kate, kitchen appliances reminds me. All joking aside, how much do you want for that food processor? I really do want to buy one, and yours seems half decent, and if you don’t use it I’ll be glad to take it off your hands.
I’m loving that second giant squid video, absolutely awesome.
Errr... I don’t know! How much do you think you should pay for a food processor?
Problem is, if I sold it to you, I’d have to buy an actual table to keep my sounddesk on.
I like the first of those 2 squid clips the best, they’re both pretty amazing though.
It was that “You are What you Eat” food processor, wasn’t it? It seems to be online for about £40. So about that, I guess. Is that cool? I could pick it up next time I’m round your way. (This might also propel me into remembering your autoharp, although I’m sure you’ve stopped caring by now.)
Ha ha, I’d have probably let you have it for a £20 if you’d have come and got it. But I should go to Oxfam and find a low table for my mixer and you can pay me what that costs.
I think you spelled ‘miXor’ wrong.
YAY for promoters contacting US about gigs, rather than the other way around!
Has that started happening to you? Cool! I like it when that happens.
Yep. It opens up a whole new can of worms (oh noes! all these dates/obligations to keep straight in my head!), but that’s a whole lot better than the old can, which essentially amounted to: “Please, please, please, let us play!”
It gets easier—well, actually I’m not sure. We got overwhelmed and ended up booking too many gigs too close together which made us miserable and nearly broke up the band (before we did actually break up).
But once you’ve got a certain reputation and a certain track record, it’s nice when people start approaching you because you realise that in some ways, you’ve proved yourself.
Shyness is nice, and shyness can stop you, from doing all the things in life you’d like to.
Thanks, Emsk, I’ve got the Smiths stuck in my head now.
This months Plan B has a live review of someone called Ebony Bones from LSE Quad, London.
And it has the following :
Shimura Curves have already swished and swooshed their pretty velvet-edged electro pop , perverting skinny boys to perform hand-jives and hip rotations across their decorous stage.
Gooblar?
WTF? Who wrote that? How can there be a Plan B journalist who has NOT been in Shimura Curves?!??! Who is it?!? Find them! Recruit them! We need a sousaphone player!
(Is there more? I’ll be jealous if the review is more about Gooblar than about US)
Ebony Bones are very good. Have we seen them again?
- boo! -
* poof *
Mitya!!!
Come back!
Aaaah, good times. We should do that again. Except I’m not talking to Jim or Jim isn’t talking to me, I can’t remember which way around it is every time I think I remember it changes if I talk to him, he snubs me, or if he talks to me, I think he’s not talking to me so I snub him. It’s all too confusing.
I have ONE THING I have to do before I leave and I just cannot bring myself to do it. THis is so stupid. I’m just transfixed by ILX carcrash action.
We should go and see them again, they are playing at the 333 on friday or saturday, but I am in sheffield.
They play too damn much! They play, like, every single night. So there is never a point to going to see them, because you could always see them on a different night. If they would play once a month of something, I would make more of an effort to actually see them.
They are too hardworking for indie.
there is never a point to going to see them, because you could always see them on a different night.
OTM. I am always thinking I should go see ’em again, but yeah, why this time?
I didn’t need to be “perverted” into “performing” my hand-jives and hip-rotations!
Come round whenever (although give me a chance to tidy up a little)
ok, i am waiting for spanish trapezist’s stuff to be done in washing machine then after i’ve taken it out i will leave the house.
I am leaving in t minus two minutes.
I have just realised that I cannot do this ONE THING that I have been needing to do before I go, as the critical bit—what DATE it should be filtered on—has been omitted from my brief.
Ah, t minus one minute now.
Tomorrow I swear to god I am not going to muck about on ILX at all, and I am going to work like a dog all day long, I swear to god I am.
Nah that was all that was mentioned. It was just a live review of Ebony Bones by Hannah Gregory.
Oh the opening was
Tonight is dance night. Dance as in ‘Agadoo’ routines, Macarena wrist shakes and can-can knees.
Shimura Curves have already swished and swooshed their pretty velvet-edged electro pop , perverting skinny boys to perform hand-jives and hip rotations across their decorous stage.
Whoops, I missed all the “HI DERE NED” comments from yesterday. Hello again all! Three weeks from now I’ll be posting on this thread from Andrew’s flat going “Wait, I’m in London.”
HI DERE NED
wait, it’s 2.30am
HI DERE NED!!!
Wait, I’m in the office.
I feel very fuzzy this morning. Ed and Emsk got me drunk and tried to demonstrate this “comedy” thing that they have here in the icen forests of Clerkenwell.
I liked Bill Bailey’s fake prog song, that was hilarious. And I think I might have to fall into the Mighty Boosh Crush Fold. Apocalyptic grannies and fake Funkadelic wandering the desert in “it’s not a dress, they’re the robes of a psychedelic monk!” gear. I like.
Now I am going to have some coffee. Or some lemsip. Or maybe both. I’m not sure in which order.
URRGH
It’s your own fault, you bad mang.
I just watched the clip of Joss Stone on the brits last night, WTF at her fake accent?
I’ve only seen pictures in other people’s papers this morning. She scares me. I would probably wear her dress as a shirt, tho.
Blimey, what’s that?
It is a lovely pattern. But that is not a dress. It is barely even a shirt.
What is wrong with the eyebrows of the bloke next to her?
x-post now THAT is an outfit. I used to dress like that in 1991 or so.
Ohmigod, what a great shirt:
I just wanted to say thanks to various watercooler folks who offered advice and supportive thoughts at the end of last week. I have emailed various folks but also wanted to thank Norman, emsk, G00blar, Ed and JB. I hope I haven’t forgotten anyone.
Sorry for awful awful bad form, but I’m sorry, I wasn’t around at the end of last week. Is everything OK? I mean, obviously not if supportive thoughts are needed.
Please pardon my ignorance. I’ll email if it’s private.
OK, it doesn’t look like we’re leaving this place any time soon: