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2001-09-26

I was before today blissfully unaware of a few things. That people who drive cars must drive fast, they get annoyed if they actually have to stop because of some schmuck — i.e. me — wants to use the zebra crossing. I just don’t get this “I’m the fastest man in the world!”-mentality that is oh so important with vehicles.

The last couple of days, I’ve counted them and they are precisely two, I’ve hummed, sung and made noises that for people who don’t like my beautiful singing voice would interpret as obscene. The song? Oh. I’m Only Happy When It Rains by the almost-excellent Garbage.

«tangent» Side fact which is totally irrelevant and comes from rec.arts.sf.fandom: Shirley Manson has apparently been seen drinking with really excellent authors such as Andrew Greig, Ken McLeod and Iain “With and Without M.” Banks. Neat. «/tangent»

What’s so important about that Garbage-song? Right, I’m on to that. Has truer word than “I’m only happy when it rains / you wanna hear about my new obsession / I’m riding high upon a deep depression / I’m only happy when it rains” ever been sung? I don’t think so.

I’ve also learnt that buying shoes is a bore, such a bore that I can’t even make up a funny anecdote about it. Other things in the “I can’t believe that I-can’t-believe-it’s-not cheese dip isn’t cheese dip”-category are that no one knows what Mornington Crescent is. They can probably not even spell it. But this raises far too many questions for my liking, although it’s more of the “what kind of world is this?” and “if ignorance really was bliss, you’d be very happy now, right?” kind.