Stickiness
Out in the sticks, out in the stickiness,
They're driving round in stolen icecream vans,
Out in the sticks, out in the sticky wild-fire,
Your Royal Stickiness, your Highness ...
Suede, 'Where The Pigs Don't Fly'
The concept: stickiness. The context: pop music. I'm braving the ill-mannered incomprehension of the masses to bring this somewhat inscrutable meme to a wider populace. It's hard to explain so I'll work by example initially:
Very sticky: Suede, David Bowie, Echobelly, some early Blur, Menswear, Soft Cell, The Stone Roses debut, some Garbage, etc.
Non-sticky: The Smiths, The Pixies, anything grunge, anything political, anything passionate.
Somewhat sticky: The Dandy Warhols ... eh, getting bored.
None of you would understand anyway. Hope that hurt a few feelings.
Biliousness
I'm chewing ice and grinning,
I'm spewing up and spinning,
It's biliousness-ness,
(ness-ness-ness-ness)
As usual my corner of the kitchen
The Whitlams, 'You Sound Like Louis Burdett'
Every word of kindness tastes like bile,
Deep inside our hearts we knew it all the while
The Triffids, 'Hell Of A Summer'
Ecch. Can't shake the taste of boredom from my lips. I remarked to a friend a few days ago that I was looking forward to the university restart, because I'd realised during the holidays that I'd completely forgotten what I enjoyed doing when I wasn't stressed out, and needed a return to mind-crushing routine. How wrong I was - another ingenious self-deception. Perhaps I should start assuming that everything I tell myself is a lie. Two or three days in (I have no recollection) and I've already skipped one lecture and realised I'm not particularly interested in at least two of my four units. I haven't yet managed to work up enough enthusiasm to buy stationery for heavens' sake. Whinge, blah, whinge, blah, whinge.
I should quit playing Tekken altogether again, I think. This would annoy Aaron, since it would mean he would never have a chance to avenge the thirty-five or so consecutive wins I've got against him again. Frankly I doubt I'm up to the task mentally though. Anyway ...
UCC has become remarkably full of annoying spectators to Warcraft III, GTA3, Morrowind. I feel slightly disgruntled about all this. Whinge, blah, whinge.
Concept
The UniSFA story web-log. This is directed to all my web-logging friends out there. We should start up a soap-operatic blog with multiple owners, who can add a plot-twist or a slice of lame dialogue whenever they feel so inclined. It'd be fun. Tell me what you think of this idea when you see me around. By the way, I don't mean that the plot should be set around Cameron Hall. If it ever happens, let's set it somewhere interesting, please.
Out in the sticks, out in the stickiness,
They're driving round in stolen icecream vans,
Out in the sticks, out in the sticky wild-fire,
Your Royal Stickiness, your Highness ...
Suede, 'Where The Pigs Don't Fly'
The concept: stickiness. The context: pop music. I'm braving the ill-mannered incomprehension of the masses to bring this somewhat inscrutable meme to a wider populace. It's hard to explain so I'll work by example initially:
Very sticky: Suede, David Bowie, Echobelly, some early Blur, Menswear, Soft Cell, The Stone Roses debut, some Garbage, etc.
Non-sticky: The Smiths, The Pixies, anything grunge, anything political, anything passionate.
Somewhat sticky: The Dandy Warhols ... eh, getting bored.
None of you would understand anyway. Hope that hurt a few feelings.
Biliousness
I'm chewing ice and grinning,
I'm spewing up and spinning,
It's biliousness-ness,
(ness-ness-ness-ness)
As usual my corner of the kitchen
The Whitlams, 'You Sound Like Louis Burdett'
Every word of kindness tastes like bile,
Deep inside our hearts we knew it all the while
The Triffids, 'Hell Of A Summer'
Ecch. Can't shake the taste of boredom from my lips. I remarked to a friend a few days ago that I was looking forward to the university restart, because I'd realised during the holidays that I'd completely forgotten what I enjoyed doing when I wasn't stressed out, and needed a return to mind-crushing routine. How wrong I was - another ingenious self-deception. Perhaps I should start assuming that everything I tell myself is a lie. Two or three days in (I have no recollection) and I've already skipped one lecture and realised I'm not particularly interested in at least two of my four units. I haven't yet managed to work up enough enthusiasm to buy stationery for heavens' sake. Whinge, blah, whinge, blah, whinge.
I should quit playing Tekken altogether again, I think. This would annoy Aaron, since it would mean he would never have a chance to avenge the thirty-five or so consecutive wins I've got against him again. Frankly I doubt I'm up to the task mentally though. Anyway ...
UCC has become remarkably full of annoying spectators to Warcraft III, GTA3, Morrowind. I feel slightly disgruntled about all this. Whinge, blah, whinge.
Concept
The UniSFA story web-log. This is directed to all my web-logging friends out there. We should start up a soap-operatic blog with multiple owners, who can add a plot-twist or a slice of lame dialogue whenever they feel so inclined. It'd be fun. Tell me what you think of this idea when you see me around. By the way, I don't mean that the plot should be set around Cameron Hall. If it ever happens, let's set it somewhere interesting, please.
