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[Feb. 7th, 2010|09:21 am] |
I can watch things again and play games without giving the computer I'm on some kind of heart attack. *_* I have celebrated all of this by downloading over a hundred new covers and mashups in the last several hours*. Nothing if not predictable. :) I think Antimony and I are going to get on just fine. Windows 7 is kind of pretty, isn't it? :)
Shhh. Let a girl have her moment, I'm sure it'll all go wrong sooner or later. Also, after spending the last many, many years on a monitor from 1997 with a huge crack down the back of it and a tendency to make a high-pitched migraine-inducing whining noise whenever displaying anything white, it is very nice to actually be able to sit at my computer desk and, you know, see what's on my computer. Hurray!
Stand by for celebratory deluges of music, probably, in the next few weeks. Also definitely making another post about What's Out And About In The Land Of Pop This Week tomorrow, stay tuned and so forth.
*Beyond delighted to discover someone has finally done that Come As You Are/Eighties mashup I always wanted. Badly, but it's still hilarious to me. |
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[Feb. 6th, 2010|05:10 pm] |
Hello! Mum brought my new computer, and I am on it. Thank god for that. It's very shiny. I'm not sure how we're going to get on, though. Eyeing each other warily at the moment, I think.
And now I'm going to insult its intelligence by making it order me takeaway. Oh well. :x |
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[Feb. 6th, 2010|12:53 pm] |
Dear Adam Young,
I am sort of already engaged to two people, and I've got my eye on a third (not to mention my close personal relationship with W. B. Yeats), so I realise this is a bit out of line, but I don't suppose you'd consider marrying me, would you? Come to England - we'll find you a basement to work in and you can come and run around parks with me and look at stuff, it'll be awesome. I will give you literally anything you want, and all I really ask in return is that you somehow patent your style of writing, because I think if anyone else sang this :
If speed's a pro, inertia must be a con,
'Cause the cold wind blows at precise rates when I've got my ice skates on...
If all the roads were paved with ice they wouldn't thaw or crack -
I could skate from Maine to Nebraska, then on to Alaska - and back...
I'd probably have to brain them with a saucepan or something? Whereas you, well. I'm quite glad nobody witnessed that slightly embarrassing display of actual out-and-out pure unadulterated joy I just had here hearing that for the first time. HOW DO YOU DO IT? There's no need to buy a ring, we'll work it all out when you get home. South London is lovely this time of year.
T.x
PS Don't think I haven't wondered whether you're secretly fictional. There are some striking similarities. |
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[Feb. 5th, 2010|10:38 am] |
I am really tired of random people thinking it's okay for them to come up and talk to me when I'm clearly doing something important like listening to music or quietly wanting everyone on earth to die. I know I get good stories out of it and all, but if I could just have a break for a month, that would be so awesome. God.
Last night's found me at the bus stop, clearly in my own little world of iPod, but he still got right in my space and started talking to me, so I had to listen otherwise he wouldn't go away. He asked me if I'd ever been in the theatre. I told him not for a long time. He explained that he needed to do an emergency casting, and could he take my e-mail address, or did I have time for coffee? I asked him what he needed someone to do. "I need a tall, buxom woman to tower over me on television." I bet you do. I asked him what, specifically, I would have to do; he told me it's an act he normally does with his wife, but they're both auditioning separately for Britain's Got Talent and she's not allowed to be part of two acts, so he needs a helper for his own. "Which is what?" "It's a ludicrous act. Are you sure you don't have time for that coffee?" I told him I couldn't help him, and he looked at me like I was dirt, but at least he left me alone!
In order to clear my brain from this (he was truly creepy, as well, like an Irish Aleister Crowley) I would like you, my darling Flist (and anyone else hanging around<3) to tell me about the songs that really stunned you when you first heard them. You know, the ones you hear and think, 'How have I lived without this?', or 'This is exactly how I feel/how I felt then', or 'This is so beautiful I think I may die', or whatever reaction it is you had that makes you remember those songs as a revelation. Please? No particular reason, I just want my comments full of people telling me about songs they love and why, it makes me happy. :) |
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[Feb. 1st, 2010|09:45 am] |
Here I am, watching music television again. I miss writing about what's going on in the crazy world of pop, but in order to do it more often, I have to be aware of what is going on, so here goes. ( Cut, though, because I'm not sure how long I'll be at this. I'm out of practice! )
Damn, ran out of confidence - wanted to say something about Calvin Harris's most recent effort (which is a success! unlike all his previous ones) and the totally, totally unforgettable Groove Armada video I saw the other week - the song is just okay, but the video is absolutely devastating. Watch it. Right now. But then I decided no-one would care. All the same, vaguely considering (when I get my new computer, which should hopefully be soon) doing a weekly roundup of the charts of pop in order to keep my hand in, as part of the lack of confidence is knowing I'm out of practice and being able to see it in my own writing. Hmm. |
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[Jan. 30th, 2010|09:07 pm] |
Today, a man came up to me as I was sitting chatting with a friend in the cinema cafe and this conversation ensued (note he had been loitering and glancing at our table for about ten minutes at this point) :
Man : Do you like New Moon?
Me : Um?
Man : Not the movie, the, you know, the music.
Me : What -
Man : Muse? OK Go? Do you like them?
Me : I like Muse, Muse are good.
Man : Who are they like, then? Who are they like?
Me : Well, I guess if I were going to compare them to anyone, it would probably be a sort of more futuristi-
Man : Supertramp?
Me : ...I guess they are a bit like Supertramp, actually, in that they're sort of psychedelic. I was going to say Led Zeppelin, though.
Man, incredulously : Led Zeppelin?!
Me : Yes, like an electric space age Led Zeppelin, but faster.
Man : Can I say something to you?
Me : Yes?
Man : You remind me of Mama Cass!
He then ran out of the cafe giggling, tripping over a chair in his haste to escape. The above (while charmingly surreal) is part of the reason I'm not at Vagabonds tonight (as now I feel like a whale, obviously), along with me being an idiot with money and just general exhaustion after a busy week. Sorry, guys, will definitely be at next month's.
The people upstairs have just moved in and have been blasting really loud, annoying music for the past couple of days; I was just thinking 'oh god, another whole bloody night of overhearing their awful R&B' when they miraculously put on 'Lullaby' by The Cure. I'm so confused. |
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[Jan. 30th, 2010|10:23 am] |
BPAL empties list, nothing to see here. :) I was going to say it's a perfume thing, but it's...mostly a nerd thing, tbh.
( Long list is long. ) |
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[Jan. 21st, 2010|02:08 pm] |
Guys, have any of you read the text of The Chalk Garden? I'm trying to untangle threads of memory of stuff I did in drama class, and I can't get a complete enough summary of it off the internet.
Also, because I've just asked whatwasthatone and just in case any of you happens to know the answer, does anyone know of a play (probably; could be just a book, but play is more likely) involving a girl who is selectively mute, possibly with an imaginary friend? I did a monologue from it when I was a kid and want very badly to be able to find it again. (After an afternoon of on-off Google searching I'm starting to wonder whether it's Adult Child/Dead Child, but I'm 50% sure whatever it was was more pretentious than that is. :x) |
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[Jan. 19th, 2010|10:37 am] |
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This morning on the bus to work I was listening to my iPod when 'Europa And The Pirate Twins', my second favourite Thomas Dolby song, came along, and I thought, I haven't listened to this in ages - all right, then. The beginning of the song goes "I was fourteen; she was twelve. Father traveled - hers as well: Europa..." which is hardly great literature, but just as I mimed along to that first longing Europa a lorry pulled out of a side street and crossed the bus's path, and emblazoned along the side of it was the word "EUROPA", in capitals so I didn't miss the point. It doesn't take much to make me happy. The other week 'Get It On' came on just as I passed Bolans architects. :) All the small things. |
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[Jan. 18th, 2010|01:14 pm] |
Good : surviving another visit to the post office. (It's one of the more random of my phobias.)
Better : ducking into a charity shop on the way back and finding a Knightmare mug.
Best : turning round jealously clutching said Knightmare mug in order to protect it from wily old ladies who might harbour a secret love of early 90s game shows for children to discover an absolutely pristine unplayed one of these. I am such a nerd. But a happy nerd. It has tiny plastic wizard money!
I do not speak often of my passion for board games, but I beg you this : if you are charity shopping and you see a game that involves supernatural creatures, 80s or 90s TV shows for children, or pirates, and you happen to have my mobile number on you, please give me a call. Or anything with really adorable 1970s/early 80s 'technology' - I might have to go back, that charity shop also had this. |
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[Jan. 15th, 2010|03:41 pm] |
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Oh, thank you, film industry, thank you, thank you! Here was I thinking I'd just suffer post-Holmes depression for the rest of the year, but no : William Moseley, Jason Flemyng, Robert Carlyle, James Purefoy, Mackenzie Crook and Aneurin Barnard, all in one film, all in historical costume. Wow. I don't know what I did, but if you let me know, I'll do it again. |
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[Jan. 11th, 2010|06:04 pm] |
Right this minute, I am watching 'Fireflies' by Owl City on ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) asrana's television. If there are spelling mistakes in this post it is because I can't look away from the screen. I am spellbound with joy. Spellbound. Oh good god. This is ridiculous. What the fuck, it's so perfect, help.
(I had one of those moments I have of realising I have no idea what's actually out there right this minute. Now I want to watch music TV all night in case there's something else like that! Except there's nothing else in the world quite like that. :) Sadly, number nine was bizarrely unconvincing hispanic dance and number eight is properly awful, awful R&B. Shorty's like a melody in my head that I can't keep out, got me singing like na na na na, every day - it's like my iPod's stuck on replay. Why do they bother, really?
( They kept playing songs, so I kept talking. ) |
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[Jan. 11th, 2010|12:59 pm] |
So, the fundamental truth of the matter is, I have lost somewhere in the region of 12,500 songs. Some of those, obviously, are on CD here with me, and to be honest (and seriously, seriously sad) I am pretty sure I can remember everything I've lost, but I would still be really, really grateful if those of you for whom I have made CDs could at some point in the next few weeks try and chuck the tracklist(s) my way - not just so I know what I've lost but also so I know what I've given you, so I don't run the risk of repeating myself in the future :)
If anyone has the time or inclination to throw together .zip files or mp3 CDs or something and send them, I'll be even more grateful, obviously, but I am happy* to replace everything myself - I just don't want anything getting lost down the back of my mental sofa if I can help it! Oh, but speaking of lost down the back of sofas - the old faithful Romo site has finally bitten the internet dust, which means I can't reclaim my Plastic Fantastic songs and I will genuinely be distraught about that, so if anyone has 'Jesus Loves That Rock'n'Roll', 'Fantastique No. 5' and 'Plastic World' please, please swallow your pride and send me them somehow. I can't live without their camp Eno-pastiching ridiculousness. :)
Thanks, guys. xxx
*I mean this! I mourned the loss of it all for a couple of days back in December and then started thinking with wide, delighted eyes of being able to download it all and sort it all into folders again. My brain is very special and I like sorting things, especially music. :) |
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[Jan. 10th, 2010|04:22 pm] |
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Ignore my 'theoretically functioning'. I am 95% certain this is the end of the road for poor old Sebastian. He's been a good and friendly if somewhat temperamental PC and I shall miss him. And spend the rest of the day crying because now I not only don't have all my music, but I don't have any way to get it back, either, until, presumably, I annoy my parents enough that they buy me a new machine. *s* I know, it could be worse. But. :/ |
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[Jan. 10th, 2010|10:25 am] |
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Have spent the last week watching all previous seasons of So You Think You Can Dance. This Sunday morning has so far involved shrieking with glee at my computer screen; I swear this is the only reality show in the world where the people I am rooting for from their first tryout almost always get through. God I love watching people dance, especially boys doing contemporary. Starry-eyed right now. |
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[Jan. 2nd, 2010|07:31 am] |
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The nightmare I just woke up from ended with me screaming at the top of my voice in frustration at trying to explain to Angela Lansbury why I didn't deserve to be fined, as I'd only arrived two minutes late to the royal dinner (because the Jubilee Line was closed for investigation as it had been reported as being silly) whereas two other girls had broken into Prince Charles's personal study and snapped his cricket bat into three pieces and disappeared with it. Angela Lansbury was having none of it. |
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[Dec. 19th, 2009|02:20 pm] |
Sigh. Went to back up some of my music, or at least make quick notes of what's there so when it comes to redoing everything, I have a list.
No music.
Awesome. Isn't it lucky I've got such an encyclopaedic memory for that kind of thing? Ugh. Panicking everywhere, because broken technology makes me screamingly terrified, but I'll see what can be done. Otherwise, see you on the other side. xx |
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[Dec. 19th, 2009|11:12 am] |
My computer has a problem. Specifically, what looks like this problem (I can't run updates for Ad-Aware, it didn't much want to install the new version of it, Trillian won't accept the new update and refuses to delete from my system - and won't run the old version because 'I don't have access to it' - I bloody do, though - etc, etc). Normally I bury my head in the sand about these things, but you know, the last time I did that my old computer eventually died, and so will this one, so can anyone help me fix it? Running Ad-Aware as is doesn't find anything, but it doesn't find anything at all, which is implausible as there's usually at least some cookies that need deleting. I let AVG scan this morning as well and towards the end of that it exploded in blue screen of alarming messages. \o/ Sigh. It was fine before I left on Wednesday!
So. Can anyone help? I can't understand the advice offered in the link I've posted, because I am useless at the technical side of computers and don't have any idea what they're talking about - if you can offer help, please couch it in frustratingly simple 'go to this bit, click this thing, this thing, and this thing' language because otherwise I won't know what you mean. Sorry. :/ But please help if you can, I don't want to lose Sebastian, I've got quite fond of him!
Thanks, guys. xxx |
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