LOL.

That interview was one of the most cringeworthy things I ever had the pleasure to listen to and the only good part was Noel's running commentary, constantly undermining from the other side of the desk. "Like room service. Do you like room service?"

I suppose she's a lovely thing, although I still haven't forgiven her for that godawful song. It was called I Pretend To Make Out With Girls So Guys Think I'm Hot.

Tagline on German HBP ad:

"Every loss... ends here."

Say what?

I found what we wrote in the backseat of my father's car in a traffic jam six years, one month and six days ago. "We are the best hysterists."

http://dailyotter.org

And that's all I have to say.

Very funny: dubbed dialogue attempting to make porn romantic.

"Never let me go again."

...Seriously? She's got her knees behind her ears. That's not what she said.

The mean reds.

I just remembered how much I like Bon Jovi.

Before they went country. Meh. Although it suited them.

Wikipedia says there's gonna be a greatest hits next and my first reaction was "What the hell, you just made one in--" In 1994. That was fifteen years ago. I have no concept of time. I'm still stuck in 2000 or something. And a tour documentary! I hope it doesn't become another Lord Don't Slow Me Down in my life because I watch that about twice a day.

Listen to some These Days. Exquisitely depressing in the best way possible.

Happy birthday, quidditchkiss! ♥

Liam Fairhurst died. He was on Russell's show last October and he was very sweet and clever and witty. I'm devastated. This touches me infinitely more than Michael Jackson did.

Trying to make a .gif and just about ready to scratch someone's eyes out again, and since I'm the only one awake it's gonna be mine.

I import the .avi into ImageReady and all the frames are blank. WHAT IS WRONG.

Nevermind.



Marvel at my skills.

This might just be my new favourite thing ever. I can't even decide what my most favourite part is.

I was going to write another boring essay about my mental health, but then I got distracted by Kasabian. I don't even remember what I wanted to say. And this, children, is why you should listen to Kasabian. Because they make you happy.

( So fucking married. )

I saw a photograph of him in a school magazine in Roger's bedroom. Matthew's face in a cricket photograph, a hockey photograph and a photograph taken from the school play. Three pieces of evidence to prove irrefutably that he had gone. The features had coarsened, he had grown in height and build and stockiness. He was now descending from the peak which, while I had known him, he had always still miraculously been making towards. Maybe that late afternoon in the field outside the Middle, in his cricket whites, rolling and panting and fiercely jerking with me. Maybe that had been the summit. For us both.

Now the only Matthew who really existed, existed in my mind.

Don't google people you once loved a lot, whose faces you remember perfect and angelic and illuminated by candlelight. Don't do it. Just remember.

There's a crisis on the horizon.

Tonight the hedgehog watched the air show.

I identified my owls. They're Long-eared Owls, but young ones, so they don't have the long ears yet. Bit misleading. Baby owls! (According to one site they frequent places with "high mouse density". I have a new favourite phrase.)

After looking at lots of pictures I come to the conclusion that owls are terrifying.

I have the best garden ever.

The bunnies from Friday came back yesterday and today, I think that means I can give them names now. They're the usual sort of brownish/greyish bunnycolour. White tails. Quite small. Chased each other all afternoon.

Then, just now. OWLS. I've been hearing them for weeks, but I just saw them for the first time. I saw movement outside my window and thought it was bunnies again, but it was four motherfucking owls in my appletree. I've never seen real owls before! Well. Real, yes, just not wild. They're big! It's almost dark so I couldn't really see if one of them was smaller than the others, but it took a dive into the hedge at one point and sort of... hopped. The others were flying back and forth between the trees and the hedge. It looked like they were teaching it to fly? Does that happen outside of Disney movies?

I also have a red-and-grey squirrel, not in a stripey formation, a hedgehog who pilfers the garbage and a reckless robin who thinks my mother is his mother. Best garden ever.

I'd like to have bees. I mean, there are some, but not in a "These are my bees. We live together." way.

I like the new Neil Young album a lot less than I had hoped I would. I love you most when you break my heart.

I really like this, though.

The National - Santa Clara
The National - Daughters Of The Soho Riots
The National - Guest Room
The National - It Never Happened
The National - Slow Show


In other exciting news, there are bunnies in my garden. Two of them. I have no idea why.

You must listen to these:

Calexico - Red Blooms
Calexico - The News About William


And this. It's easily among my top ten favourite things in the whole world. The timing is delicious. (Get back together! House/GordonGordon please? In the loonybin?)



Who should be in bed? I should be in bed.

HOW DID I NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS? *FALLS OVER*

I suppose I should read my flist sometimes.

I went through old pictures.

( the still point of the turning world )