I calculated tonight that my music library (4,595 songs at press) is composed of .9% Duran Duran (44 songs.) I don’t know statistics, but I feel certain that three tracks in one hour while on shuffle is kinda significant.
I may be lonely but I have excellent 80s music to keep me company.
Geek 4EVA, bitches!
This new image is a variant of a painting idea I have running through my brain…figured I’d use the computer to do up a quick draft. I was going for a slightly South Asian feel with the colours and the exotic wood panels. I think the palette could be considered Tibetan, too but that would throw us geographically out of whack. Anyway, here it is:
You may download it directly (1440 x 900 resolution) or check it out on my portfolio, as always.
So, you are listening to Muse, correct? How could you not be…Black Holes and Revelations is probably one of the most epic pop albums ever. If you – for whatever unfathomable reason – aren’t hooked, you definitely need to see this video of their performance of “Starlight” from the MTV Europe Music Awards:
Have you seen something so beautiful? The sheer number of lasers is astounding. LASERS! And the song is gorgeous on top of the theatrics. It’s been circulating on the MTVs that actually play videos, so keep your eyes peeled…well worth it to see this in higher resolution than a piss poor FLV.
God. Apple announces a product and suddenly all I hear is “Nick, what do you think of the iPhone?” I’ve received literally ONES of calls about this (Hoover, I’m looking at you) and I just cannot take the pressure of being the only resource on the matter on standby. So, I’ll break it all down for you here:
In things that aren’t phones: My scarf is almost done. I’m really slow with this whole knitting thing, but I’ve gotten my attention span up to about 10 rows, so progress is absolutely flying. (Laugh if you understand knitting.) I also have a grad school visit arranged for 23 February in Philadelphia. The lovely Ms. Lindsie has agreed to host my ass – and probably the rest of me – so I’m very excited for another weekend in the city. I’m also not plagued with strep, like I thought…just a standard issue cold right now. It’s an excuse to sleep a bunch, which I am in favor of doing.
The Flower Book – Emilie Simon: Believe it or not, MTV can actually play good videos…well, MTV Hits, that is. I saw the video for “Flowers” and, being the big stop motion sucker that I am, fell immediately in love. The album alternates between warped lullabies and electronic glitter, all while keeping an air of cool only attainable by the French. Magnifique!
Datarock Datarock – Datarock: Completely and totally the soundtrack of a hipster dance party. Well, at least as I imagine the doucheflakes of Blue States Lose living out a dance party. That shouldn’t be a turn off, though…it’s a really fun album full of semi-electro/semi-scratchy indie pop. And it’s Norwegian! (I don’t know what bearing that has on anything.)
i com – Miss Kittin: She’s lovely. Her music is just as exactingly Euro-beautiful. This album sounds like an art school media project about the Interwebs. It’s tacky and sophisticated all at the same time. If you love beeps, clicks and vocorders, you’re set. And who doesn’t, really?
I noticed that three actors I’ve enjoyed greatly in some favourite movies are now in television roles. Martin Freeman, Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy‘s Arthur Dent, stars alongside Peter Serafinowicz in a relatively humorous show called Hardware. You may remember Mr. Serafinowicz from Shaun of the Dead where he played Pete, the crabby roommate of Shaun, Simon Pegg. Simon’s going to be in Tuesday night’s episode of Doctor Who.
So, there you have it: three ugly guys on TV. And a lot of italics. I hope you feel like you’ve been given something valuable in this post.
Update (like two minutes later): I realized that Bill Nighy was in both films as Slartibartfast and Philip, respectively. He rules. That’s all I’ve got.
I figured that since I’m just sitting here waiting for a video to digitize so I can then sit here and wait for it to compress so I can then sit here and wait for it to burn to a disc, I may as well blog. I shall call it professional development. Such a great ring to it, really.
“What are you doing for your birthday?” “What are your plans for tonight?” “You do have plans for your birthday, don’t you?”
No. No I don’t, but thanks for asking!
Is it wrong that I’m kind of excited to just go home and take a nap with my cat and maybe call my family?
Yes.
Am I going to do it anyway? Of course. I’m also going to watch Arrested Development and maybe read an article or four in Wired. The zest of this evening is almost overwhelming. (You may pronounce the silent ‘h’ for a real kick.)
23 is going to be a lot like 22 except I’m older…so I’ll probably see a few more of the hairs on my head relocate to my chest. And then turn grey. Because I’m slowly transforming into a silverback, mountain gorilla.
(Holy shit, this picture is incredible.)
Oh, but wait: I’m moving by the end of this semester. How’s that, bitches? It’s been a secret-ish decision but I’m tired of sitting on it. By June I’ll either be living in Philadelphia to attend grad school or working in some other city at a job that is yet to be determined. Or maybe going to grad school in a place that is not Philly?! You, cyberfriends, will just have to wait and see.
The buffet at Lindsie’s was unbelievable…crab rangoons to spinach artichoke dip and so many other delights.
Our wonderful hostess, and one third of the cooking staff for the evenings festivities, poses with the awe-inspiring sight.
See the rest of the photoset by visiting my Flickr account.
Clyde is seriously spazzing out. I’m not entirely sure why…perhaps he’s got a lot of pent up energy from being alone all weekend? I dunno…the mess he made in the living room clearly shows he had some outlet for his outrage at my leaving. Last night, he was running like a little furry Mercury and writhing about on the floor while crying. I finally decided to pick him up and held him until he fell asleep, which was apparenly what he really wanted. I was not aware that I had adopted a toddler.
It’s kinda nice to be back in my own home after two weeks of…er…not. being. here. Don’t get me wrong, home was nice and Philly was a lot of fun. I’m just happy to not be living out of a suitcase and to know where everything is in the kitchen. And to be in my bed…sleeping on futons was not the best way to ensure a happy back or a good night’s sleep. That being said, I’d take this break again, so it must have been enjoyable.
I think I’ll post photos from Lindsie’s at some point today. For now, laundry.
First off: I need to stop eating *burps* because I’m going to be rockin’ an Ethiopian-stylee pot belly in about five seconds if I don’t. Seriously. *looks disdainfully at empty leftover macaroni and cheese bowl*
I’ve had a very good break thus far. It’s been a lot of doing nothing bolstered by knitting and playing with Clyde/Nintendo. Tonight, I actually got myself out of the house. Twice, really…I went for pizza with Hoover this afternoon and then to Dusty’s for wine…er, film night. Keith had us watching M by Fritz Lang. I don’t like old movies all that much, but this one was okay. Definitely made the most of what limited post-production technologies were available. I’m an editor, what can I say? It was a bit preachy at times and full of silent film “acting,” so you had to weed through that to get to the underlying human drama. Bonus points for gorgeous restoration in black and white.
Tomorrow I depart for shopping in Erie with my mom, sister and Flora and then I return home for an early birthday dinner. 23! I’m old. Then, on Friday, I’m heading back to Bellefonte to drop off Catface Meowmers before heading to Philadelphia to visit the always-phenomenal Lindsie. That will be ridiculously fun…galleries, shopping and fine dining smothered in a creamy booze sauce. MMMmmm…
Yeah, I’m tipsy. Yes, I should go to bed. Must remember to call Beth tomorrow…