Daily-Column

We have managed to uncover a huge clothing conspiracy which may explain why you no longer fit into that nice size M shirt, and are now guiltily standing at the counter buying a size L even though you really aren’t all that large. Yessiree, there’s a bourgeois conspiracy to make the untailored clothes buying public feel guilted, fat and generally uninterested in doing anything to upset the supressed place of the proletarait. It is not the simple fact that fashion has deemed a “skinny fit” to be the standard; the very size has been downsized! ...

In my more idle moments, such as those occupying the many hours spent on public transport, I often daydream and speculate - some of which ends up here on this very blog when it happens to be something I deem intriguing - and one of my occasional random thoughts is: what am I going to call my kids? I have, over the years, decided on my daughter’s name roughly 17 times, in my more idle moments, taking names from friends, celebrities, chance-met strangers, or even making them up in a hope of getting them to fit into whatever dreams of future partners i may have. But it was with some surprise that I noted myself thinking along these lines merely minutes in to a decently violent movie, in the middle of some decently violent opening scenes, that “Amelia”, a name shouted moments before, would be an altogether sweet and beautiful name by which to address my daughter. In front of me, a man turning from human to werewolf was loudly and rather messily decapitated. ...

It’s a funny thing sometimes - when something you want to happen doesn’t happen, you get disappointed. But then, serrendipitously, it happens without preamble, and you have two paths to choose. You can choose to enjoy it, to revel in the fact that it’s finally happening, or you can choose to turn the bitter side up and regret that it didn’t happen when you wanted it to happen before. Ever since we moved into this house, I’ve thought of “Come summer, I’ll have friends over and we’ll have a BBQ and jump in the pool and chit chat and just enjoy,” but never once did it happen until today. Despite all my efforts in three and a half years, I couldn’t get the motivation rolling among my friends, many and varied. And only now, a week and a half out from my leaving this house, I get what I wanted, however petty or strange it may sound. ...

Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan have unchanging facial expressions. Spookey. (via)

Technically, yes, this is infact the 13 month iPod anniversary, but what with being away for a sum total of 1 month under repairs (approximately & exactly) I consider this the culmination of a year’s worth of iPod use. (and the end of the warranty…) And that also means it sums up my music of 2005… So in a year, I estimate at an average of 3 hours of playtime a day I’ve got over 1000 hours of use out of it. At an average of 4 minutes a song that’s nearly 15,000 plays, or 3 times through the entire library at its current size, although I did start the library with only 3500 songs. Obviously the play count is not spread evenly, so my top 5 songs of 2005 by iPod play are: ...