Monday, January 31, 2005

It's a horror show

Sometimes, on my way home, I walk past a school. Sometimes, the kids are out on the playground. And yet again sometimes, like today, there are girls on their way out, singing. What do you reckon is going on, when the first thing I thought about, when I saw those girls, was the scary girls from The Shining?

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

$1000 wedding... +/÷

The Fug girls has something on the atrocity as well. It has to be the worst dress I've seen in a long time. Maybe ever. I can't even go to bed now, I'd have nightmares where I was choking in satin and tulle!

Why live in the world when you can live in your head?

It usually seems slightly suspect when aging Western men marry young Eastern European women and last week was no exception when Donald Trump married Melania Knauss. I'm pretty unbothered about the marriage itself, consenting adults and all, but can I just say that it's a terrible, terrible idea to get married in an haute couture-dress? Haute couture is not clothes, it's art and you should look at it, not wear it. It makes you look like you're trying too hard and a dress like that is going to attract way too much attention away from yourself and you shouldn't want that at your wedding. But maybe there are special rules for people called Melania. I mean, Melania, come on... That's not a name, that's a contry in 90210.

Speaking of silly people
... It's stupid enough to drink and drive, but drinking and driving in your friend's car on the day of a match? Just goes to show (again) that in a sane world, footballers would have been eradicated by evolution long ago... Along with sports journalists and that annoying guy from Johnny Deluxe!

The again, in a sane world, Pia Kjærsgaard wouldn't stand a chance of being elected either.
Go Strid, I say!

Tuesday, January 18, 2005

If I could smile, I'd let you know

You close your eyes for about two seconds and suddenly, half a month has gone by. How does this happen?
It's not pure lack of blogging material, because I could've told you about my New Year's Eve; it was nice, we had roast duck, Bailey's Ice Cream and Spumante and shouted at the guys wearing homemade silly hats whilst peeing on the front wheel of my bike.
Or that I've had this thing lately where it feels like I'm going to faint and then my body thinks "Nah, I don't think I'll bother anyway", but by then my knees will already have buckled a bit so I have to hold on to the edge of the table. It's strange.
I could also tell you that after reading High Fidelity for the umpteenth time, I found my record collection (which I by the way moved to to be so pathetic that I had to go and comfort-shop a lot of albums that I can't really afford; The latest by Dandy Warhols (because for some reason I hadn't gotten 'round to it yet), Car Button Cloth by The Lemonheads (because I love If I Could Talk I'd Tell You), Hot Fuss by The Killers (I didn't like it at first, but it really grows on you) and Interpol's first album (because for some reason I hadn't gotten 'round to it yet). I also bought an Amélie-DVD, because, well, the point of it all was comfort-shopping and if you're not comforted by Amélie, you're pretty sad, aren't you?

I could tell you all of that or I could just say that this is funny and so is this although I disagree when it comes to matching shirts in bands. It looks pretty cool on The Hives, anyway.