but at least i author my own disaster

Did I mention that the burglar took the last remaining half of a pack of pain killers? No, I believe I didn't. Guess what... Because I just found out.

Note to self: Don't Drink Cognac. Ever.

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Song for today: of Montreal - The past is a grotesque animal

Wanting something warm and moving

I wasn't completely sincere with the guy at the record store when I told him about the break-in and said I just had to start over again. Like I mentioned earlier my CD collection was still intact after the crowbar people had left. But seeing that my hard drive with a slightly above average mp3 collection was missing I figured it was a proper occasion to finally buy some of those CDs I intended to get but never did. I guess his remark about my choice of albums to be the first ones in collection v.2.0 made me feel good, and, as always, feeling good is good enough for me.

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Album for today, Neutral Milk Hotel - In The Aeroplane Over The Sea

no need to worry

Thank you. Thank you very much. You're probably not reading this, but if you are I have a few things I'd like to share with you. You weren't always nice. Let's take it from the top.

Coming home to my flat, only to find one of the bedroom windows broken wide open was not cool. It's just not a nice thing to do. Running off with my camera and external hard drive wasn't too polite either. Photos and such don't come bundled (but I have most of them on another computer anyway, so it's no disaster).

My old phone though, heck, I'd give it to you if you had asked nicely. And I'd even let you borrow my Nintendo DS, not to mention the trusty old Gameboy Advance. And my headphones... (why would you want them anyway?)

These things, along with my flatmates' laptop computers, watches, glasses and beanie (?!) disappeared, you ran off with them, and for that I am capable of hating you, if only for a moment. But I don't. Because I believe that somewhere, deep inside your tormented soul, there's a tiny glowing light of conscience, and this is why I thank you from the bottom of my heart:

Thank you for not touching my stereo. For not laying eyes on my beloved little synthesizer. For not looking twice at my limited edition records, for not stacking my cd collection and memories from times long gone into your bag. Thank you for not ruining my sketchbook with drawings, poems and lyrics just because you could. Thank you for leaving the small things that matter, and running off with the things that don't.
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Song for today, Yeasayer - No need to worry

Wall graphics, w00t!

So you moved into your brand new spanking hot apartment, you bought a fancy thing that's supposed to be a sofa, you even found a nice place to put that bamboo stick you picked up at IKEA, but something is missing. The place still looks like the set of George Lucas' 1971 debut THX-1138, and as cool as that might sound, it's not. The walls need stuff on them.

Now, you might consider doing the obvious thing and paint a megalomaniac Purple Tentacle all over the place. Then again you could just head over to Blik Surface Graphics and pick up everyone's favorite Threadless print, wall style. Your girlfriend's gonna be just as impressed. Honest.

For the record: I never intended this blog entry to have two references to George Lucas. But things like that happen every now and then.

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Future Future Future Perfect!

Having played Guitar Hero II for more than a fair amount of time I found myself in the odd situation where the only new song I liked was "what the hell is this cheezy electro pop synth thingie doing here" Less Talk More Rokk by Massachusetts based cheezy electro pop synth band Freezepop. I downloaded their songs. I signed up for the newsletter. Hell, I even bought the t-shirt. Freezepop was the way to go. There. I said it.

The good thing about being 26 in 2007 vs. 16 in 1997 is that nobody judges you by what music you listen to. Or, well they do, but it doesn't really matter. So instead of deeming anything that isn't either a) Metallica, b) Pink Floyd, or c) Sepultura as uncool without any further thought, you just listen to whatever sounds cool/fun/good/dark/dirty/whatever when you want to.

That said, I do have limits of my own. But to conclude this boring digression, my point is that it's pointless to say that something sucks just based on genre and artist. (Except r'n'b, the "good vs. boring" ratio is so low, just ignoring the whole thing saves you a lot of time. But you didn't hear that from me.)

So, back to Freezepop. Their next album is featured on MySpace, go check it out. It includes the song from GHII along with a whole bunch of fun songs that might hit a dance floor in your neighborhood in a not too distant future. Instant fave: Ninja of Love. For some reason it makes me want to play hyper addictive flash game SwapJob (massive pop-up alert, but it's worth it...).