October 2011
Honestly, the only stressful part of my workday is...
how-to-kiss-distinctly-american:
I really should start an Overheard angerblog.
HATE. ALL. OF. YOU.
I’m glad we’re stuck in traffic. I’m glad your night is ruined. I’ll sit here all night basking in your frustration.
Just think of the Great American Novel you’ll get out of it one day. Worked for Norman Mailer.
Take copious notes.
Ah, Academics...
Mr Feastingonroadkill spent quality time with some today.
Reminded again why I don’t want to be one. Not ever.
The 2/3rds completed unfinished PhD can stay just that.
A lot of pop music is about stealing pocket money from children.
– Ian ‘Guy On One Leg With The Flute Out Of Jethro Tull’ Anderson.
After a bad day of public service, the Village People always helps.
“Sex Over The Phone”.
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inothernews:
Somebody please tell ‘em who the fuck I is.
No problem.
“He’s that guy who posts all those Saturday Night Live screenshots”.
At least he outlived Peel.
– The brilliance that is Sarah Heartburn, demonstrated yet again…
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the rich girls are weeping: PS BTW →
therichgirlsareweeping:
The very question — “Has indie become adult contemporary” and the absolute furor this has raised has led to hours of internal amusement during the past week or so.
“Become”?!
“BECOME”?!?
Let’s pause and reconsider the past 15 years or so of indie rock. Shall we?
I realize that for some of you…
Allow Mr Feastingonroadkill to summarise: Young people - that...