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Lesbian folk devil (she/her). Cooper, you remind me today of a small Mexican chihuahua
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- Doctors surgery have pivoted to the "we'll call you sometime in this five and a half hour window" model for phone appointments, so I guess I'm not going to get anything useful done this today unless they happen to call in the earlier part of the afternoon
- When will my husband* return from war** * GP ** my call
- Two series hitting the skids, a one-sided but exuberantly entertaining doc, and Ethan Hawke disappearing into Lorenz Hart. #LastFourWatched #LetterboxdFriday
- When you forget 1) people work in marketing, and 2) don't have the same instinctive recoil to the way that marketers talk about culture, don't mistrust events about culture put on by marketers, and a low ticket price, implying heavy sponsorship and/or targeted advertising, isn't offputting to them
- So, yeah, may have just faux pased my way into midly insulting a flatmate
- Where "forget" = didn't slow down enough to stop my instinctive reaction from being apparent to someone I obviously know works in PR
- Just how far from grace does Record Store Day have to have fallen for this year's releases to include a reissue of the first Gay Dad album
- Any bronzer recommendations, that aren't a powder (pressed or otherwise)? Something liquid or creamy? The other catch is it needs to be available in light shades as I have the complexion of a ghost with a vitamin deficiency that didn't go out in the sun while it was alive, let alone since it died
- Anything for a less than palid complexion makes me look like I've smeared soil just below my cheekbones
- Not a top tier favourite (though still a great song) but the first to come to mind is whiteliberalonwhiteliberalaction by mclusky, not least because the title, with that casing and no spaces, always felt like a dig at the Manics and ifwhiteamericatoldthetruthforonedayitsworldwouldfallapart
- Also responsible for whitefeministonwhitefeministaction being on my list of potential song titles for bands that I never formed
- A gem lurking in the depths of the shelf of 7"s, some Flying Saucer Attacky shoegaze from Metrotone's KIss Me Awake youtu.be/cjq67Z7FOiA?...
- Season 2 episode 1 of Carnivale just suddenly lurches into a Twin Peaksiness not present in season 1. Opens with Michael J Anderson, in close up, speaking direct to camera, telling us of past events, in an otherwise completely black shot, over ominous rumbling background noise
- Fades to black, comes back on a close up of a sleeping Adrienne Barbeau, then cuts to Clancy Brown giving a fire and brimstone sermon, and jumps back and forth between this and a bloody Nick Stahl, then back to Adrienne Barbeau jerking awake as Nick Stahl commits murder
- And THAT is how you start a new season of a show
- And then, a few minutes later, we have an atomic bomb test blast (don't think about the mismatched timelines)
- Secured my gluten-free Colin the Caterpillar cake quarry
- And holy fuck this is incredibly sweet if you have any more than just a small piece of it. There's enough cake here to last me about a week but I'm probably going to need more than 24 hours to recover from each piece
- I feel like my face has fallen off. Which is probably karma for so callously taking Colin's head like it was an edible trophy
- Have reached the checking through my 7"s stage of trimming my record collection. Was hoping to just be able to pull out some of them for a listen but then put something on for a listen that I expected to be a keeper and a pretty major "oh god no" reaction, so having to listen to, like, 75% of them
- Fortunately I have little over 200 of them as I mostly stopped buying 7"s decades ago. Still find myself being surprised by just how many of them were released by late 90s local bands in Birmingham/the West Midlands (a result of having friends in bands there, so hearing/seeing a lot of those bands)
- Never fail to be amazed at how West Midlands band, Buick 6, came up with the straight up, and authentic sounding, Americana of Drunk On My Porch
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View full threadThe joys of a split 7", where the other side (Where's Me Fuckin' Presents, by Wat Tyler) is probably the single worst song in your entire record collection
