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2003-12-24

I know. I know. Lost Pages are turning into some sort of journal for my demented mind, but I’m actually quite comfortable with that since the world-wide computer network called the Internet is quite boring right now. At least in my sky and I don’t feel like powersurfing. And just to continue right off.

I’ve been listening a lot to the Pixies the last few... heck, it’s been a year already? Well. Before a few days ago, I hadn’t heard either the b-sides nor Bossanova. Excellent both of them and they do something to my brain, I evesdropped on my thoughts and they do sound a lot like Frank Black lyrics. Not sure it’s a good thing, but I guess not.

Very nonsenseical with weird rythm and kind of chopped up and they don’t make sense. Which is important enough to repeat twice in the previous sentense.

Oh, and I want a new camera. Everything is Tommy’s fault. Damn him and his free magazines.

Nothing new will happen at all from here ‘till the new year, so might as well just get it out of my system. Time to sum up the year, and this time I’m going to do it properly. I’ll count everything, including things that I’ve rewatched, reread and relistened to — because hey! I’ve experienced those this year as well.

Best music: Hard. It’s either Tegan & Sara’ “This Business of Art”, the Kills’ “Get on Our Mean Side” or the Pixies “Doolittle.” Maybe White Stripes’ “Elephant” too, but I’ve not listen to it nearly as much as the other three.

Film: This is tough. Several things to choose from and among them movies such as The Last Wave, Adaptation, Withnail & I. Which to choose? Damnit. And I did re-watch Clerks too. Arrgh.

Tv-show: Fire-fucking-fly. Character-driven western in space masterminded by Joss Whedon. How can you beat it? The only possible way is to actually pick the show up and produce mer episodes, since Fox — stupid Fox — cancelled it. (The Dead Zone is quite brilliant too but pales in the shadow of Firefly.)

Book: “Dance Dance Dance” by Haruki Murakami. “Master & Commander” by Patrick O’Brian, “Quicksilver” by Neal Stephenson and “Miss Wyoming” by Douglas Coupland coming up close second. In the biography department: Toby Young’s “How to Lose Friends and Alienate People” and Hunter S. Thompson’s “Kingdom of Fear” are both excellent.

Comic: The Invisibles. It’s ‘masing. Why haven’t I read it earlier?

Website: Lostbrain, Flakmag, Knotmag, Black Table and as always Whygodwhy.

My mother (and I think my brother was in on the whole deal as well) gave me these slippers, furry and with silly claws. Sadly not bunnyshaped but those seem to be a real bitch to find nowadays — if they’re to be the real pastywhite variety that is. And I will not say anything about Christmas because if I do, some other being at svartanka.com will inevitably bring up his and the entire week will be spent in laughter and comparisons about who had it worse. (The real reason is that this year I would have lost. I tried to sleep and keep out of the way. It worked too until the discman drained the batteries in the middle of Allison (”keeps a smile / around a while / he took no fright / and jettisoned / we’ll go tonight / to hear him tell / “oh well” / allison / allison”).)

Now, free from everyone but the emediate family, let’s survive until tomorrow. Yeah, let’s just do that. Just.

(If I don’t buy many movies or books this month, I can afford a new camera. I think I’ll do that.)