On my major-name computer jukebox application right now: Lou Reed, "Legendary Hearts." Don't know about emotions bleeding, but my eyes sure are. Or so it feels. I've been reading and writing and writing and reading for the last 14 hours or so without a break. And it's only just beginning... so that's why I'm taking a breather. (For just a few minutes, honest.) I'm relaxing by... um... er... writing.
I'm jonesing for a sugar fix, so here's another one for the "things I miss" list: Calhoun's. (Doh! I blew that one. Oh well, a freebie for the folks back home...) Sadly there are no places for a 24-hour slab of ooey gooey goodness here. So last night I had to satisfy my craving with a packaged tiramisu from you-know-where, that nearby supermarket/superstore that I'll try to not name for fear of turning this blog into an accidental advert. (You want eyeballs? Pay me. This education ain't cheap, y'know.) Anyway, I braved the barrage last night and stopped along the way, watching for a while from the top of the Kenton Road railroad bridge. I could see fireworks galore, nonstop, in every direction. I can only imagine what it must have been like flying overhead. It was quite surreal. I was getting high off the gunpowder smoke just standing there.
Incredibly, the barrage continues tonight, too, even though it's been raining all day. Apparently people have not yet finished detonating all their incendiary devices or blowing off assorted limbs and extremities. Exactly 2 more weeks to Guy Fawkes Day, too! Wahoo!
Those of you who enjoyed Gene Simmons' Rock School as much as I did might be interested to note that "Lil' Chris" Hardman (as he's now known) -- you know, the weedy kid who was the singer in the band -- has a hit single over here (loud noise warning: turn your speakers down if you click). Surprisingly, it's quite good. Maybe it's a classic case of expectation management, but as far as lite pop goes it's a pretty tasty musical confection. (Damn, that may have come off like another unpaid endorsement. Not doing too well tonight on that score, am I?)
While I'm on the random tip tonight, let me share my joy over my new web host. Hooray! Normally such mundane things would not be cause for celebration but after the headaches caused by my last web host I'll make an exception. (You know how nervous I get when I feel disconnected.) I won't bad-mouth the old one, as much as I'm tempted to, because at least their politics are in the right place. But they get absolutely zero for service. And there's the rub: you can't rely on greenwashing alone. You've got to be everything the competition is, and more. I do try to be politically and socially conscious by voting with my wallet at every opportunity (to say nothing of living green with every other waking act) but sometimes they make it soooo difficult... Anyway, the new guys seem to be pretty responsive and have better uptime and all that, so it'll take a little residual worry off my mind. Every little bit helps.
Now: Butch Walker and the Let's-Go-Out-Tonites, "Hot Girls in Good Moods." Does anyone do a better Mick Ronson pastiche? I think not...
Okay, okay, I'm going back to work now. Right after Matt the Electrician's "Hammer on the Ladder." And that's a plug.
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Sainsbury's? Ooooh, I loved Sainsbury's when I was in Bristol last summer. Made a point of going every day, even if I didn't need anything. But you always neeed something, right? I brought home lots of quirky British things (have you seen their laundry detergent?) to use in my marketing class. And several of those bright orange bags.
If they send me money for this free advertisement, I promise to share.
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