Month: January 2002

At war with mice. Thanks to Marcia.

Vaughan tips me off that there is a new Bark Psychosis album in the works. Cool.

Everyone else does it, so why shouldn’t I….?

Separated at birth?

hmm. OK. Maybe not.

Well, hit me with a dead carp. I’m just rummaging through some ancient CDs and found that I have a copy of Shaggy‘s Boom Bas Tic. The shame.

Stanley Unwin dies. He had recently seen a new career direction as a speech writer for President Bush.

so tired. but so much to do. guh.

Marcia has repainted/relaunched/reincarnated/reinvented. And is having praise heaped upon her everywhere. Sickening. I may have to have a hiatus, just to boost my visitor numbers.

Busy busy busy. Which beats thinking.

Hmmm. Have I got the Monday morning blues or what? I have to be careful not to throw the self-destruct switch when I get in a mood like this, wallowing in a pit of self-pity. It doesn’t really help – in fact, it tends to make matters worse. You’d think I’d have learnt by now.
So I guess I should focus on the positive. I’m healthy, alive, with a nice home, good friends and family, a job …it isn’t so bad I guess.

You know that old argument about weblogs. You know what I mean: the one that goes “if you think it is crap, or it irritates you, don’t bother going back”. Actually, I’m not convinced this argument works. There is one blog (for that is exactly what it is, in spite of any protestations to the contrary) that I feel compelled to read even though it is no better than a lot of web detritus and actually makes me cringe and go all tense across my shoulders. Why do I keep reading it?? Am I trapped and obsessed by its mundanity? Do other readers experience the same problem?