Friday, October 29, 2004

You'll never see a finer ship or receive a better tip in your life

It might unnatural that people in musicals smile so much, but really, have you seen those ads for Happyderm?
If you haven't, well, it's moisturizer that claims to make your skin happy, because it has happiness-molecules in it. I'm sorry, but happy skin? I can't be the only one who finds this sort of creepy? It would be like being trapped inside someone else's body, Buffy-style! And happiness-molecules? I'd like to see the chemical formula for that, but I seriously doubt there is one (if it's C16H13ClN2O, you're just cheating).

And speaking of cheating, the American presidential election is coming up next week (just in case you've been living underground for the last couple of months) and this is probably the time where I should go into a tirade about how terrible it is that Danish media gives more coverage to the American election than the one for the European Parliament and why not Panama instead or something, but I won't.
I'd like to say that it was environmental damage, but if I have to be honest (and I do, because, you know, lying is wrong), I've loved any election night since I was 9 and my mother let me stay up late to watch the outcome of the Danish referendum on the Maastricht treaty. So, yeah, come Tuesday and I'll be sitting with a beer in my hand, rooting. It'll be like a football match, except, you know, not lame.

On a slightly less nerdy side, I just bought the latest Interpol album, Antics, and it's brilliant. Like Joy Division you can dance to. Go fetch, all (three) of you.

Tuesday, October 12, 2004

Football is nothing more than a homosexual ritual

This is Malcolm Glazer, the American guy who wants to buy Manchester United. I'm pretty unbothered by this, but if he does get around to it, I think he should do something sensible with it. Closing it down is probably my idea of sensible in this case.
Anyway, does he not remind you of someone? Like this guy?

Monday, October 11, 2004

Anything but Sue!

As I said yesterday, I'm at my mother's right now and as I don't have my own room here anymore, I'm sleeping in my sister's room, huddled up in blankets an a Rapunzel-Barbie bedspread. Also, the room is full of stuffed animals, among others a huge duck, some sheep and a pink unicorn. It's no wonder kids prefer sleeping in their parents' room, those things look bloody scary in the dark!

Another thing scary is the new single by Manic Street Preachers, The Love of Richard Nixon. It's not like it's a bad song per se, but it just doesn't sound like the Manics at all. It's really very strange.

Oh, and Superman died. I always liked Batman more, but when I was younger (as in, probably, 16 years younger or so) I saw the movie where he freezes a lake and flies off with it, quite a lot of times. So here's to him.

Sunday, October 10, 2004

Sugar sure, candy pop

So, instead of staying at home listening to Suede, I went on a candy hunt to Germany with my mother and her boyfriend. And I am pleased to announce that the krauts are now selling Ritter Sport chocolate... with Bailey's! That has to be the best idea since, dunno, ever!
On a dodgier side I also found a beer proclaiming to have "erotischer Virkung" or something like that meaning erotisizing effect! And then I ask you, why on earth would you want that in your beer?!

Belong to a world that's gone, it's the English disease

I don't know if you know this, but today, exactly ten years has gone by since Dog Man Star by Suede was released. I'm at my mother's right now and of course I forgot to bring along my copy of the album. But had I been at home, I would have put it on tonight and sung 'Happy Birthday' or something.
It's hard to name the best album ever made (just look at hassle Q has had deciding over the years), but if you ask me it would have to be Dog Man Star. I'd have a hard time telling you why, though, because I think I have a couple of albums where I like all the songs and, most likely, I have just as many that I've been listening to a couple of times a month for years, but this one is just apart. And now it's ten years old which is a bit scary in a way, because ten years suddenly don't seem like much that way (and if ten years aren't much, then I'm close to thirty!).
Anyway, if I could age half as nicely, I'd be a happy girl, so congrats!