I spend too much time listening to music, complaining about tv shows, and watching Prime Minister's Questions.
I am basically a massive nerd about a bunch of different topics that do not necessarily have anything in common.
I should probably rewrite this. Suggestions, questions, comments, etc. always welcome via askbox. (Submissions also encouraged!)
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
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how anyone can resist this song is beyond me.
Some more quality postpunk dancing going on here (though not quite David Byrne-quality)
Ron Paul UKIP dude from facebook never responded after i posted that ridiculous treatise on the controversy over the EU/EEC/coal-board-or-whatever since the 50s, so I think I scared him off ever posting a video of Nigel Farage ever again.
Or at least of trying to enter into a debate with me on matters European. He knows he will get a wall of text in return. (“I don’t care about social issues” could’ve prompted a whole other block of text, because people who view things solely from the perspective of paying less tax and making govt. “smaller” are always some of the most shortsighted people.)
I don’t even care about the EU, I just think the criticisms and re-evaluations of it should be made based on things like the costs/benefits to different nations and their people, rather than a general hatred of foreigners and and eye to cut all government expenditure regardless of potential consequence.
SPEAKING OF SECRET SOCIETIES
I have mentioned many times that one of the PRIMARY reasons I wanted to go to Yale was my fascination with the senior secret societies and their landmarked, windowless club houses that are actually called “TOMBS.”
So imagine my happiness when, in my very first year, one such society opened its doors to non members one night for a party. I wish I could say that I was invited, but the truth is that I MADE IT MY BUSINESS TO BE INVITED by harassing people I barely knew.
I remember the moment I walked up to those open doors very well. BUT THAT IS THE LAST THING I REMEMBER, because as soon as I got inside I got so drunk that I fell down the stairs and hit my head and my memory of EVERYTHING I SAW AND DID INSIDE THAT WINDOWLESS BUILDING WAS ERASED FROM MY MEMORY.
This is complete truth: there is an actual hole in my memory. Because secret societies know how to keep their secrets.
All of which is to say that I am going north to New Haven for my 20th anniversary this weekend.
And if there is anyone who has access to Book and Snake who wants to help an old man remember, please contact me.I am hodgman at maximumfun dot org, and I pay my debts.
THAT IS ALL
Tumblrites, recommend to me things that I can listen to while I finish a really arduous Sibelius project that is due in a week. Anything! Interesting podcasts, old radio broadcasts, noteworthy interviews you’ve come across. I’m a bit burnt out on current events stuff at the moment though, but I’m open to most anything else. I get distracted if I’m listening to music and working on music at the same time, but I have no audiobooks and I got bored of the repetitiveness and self-indulgence of most of the podcasts I subscribed to (except The Bugle, which somehow manages to be bizarre enough often enough to hold my attention).
Happy birthday Morrissey, you miserable old cunt.
“Our only visit to North America in 1980 was to replace the Clash as headliners at the Heatwave Festival near Toronto. We had considered opening with one of their numbers, but knew that we would never fool the audience, as we are so much better looking.”
