As geeky as I am, I have never been able to be sexually aroused by a piece of technology. Labour were, apparently. In a piece on BBC news today, Tony Blair's former IT chief, Ian Watmore, states that Labour ministers regularly used technology to make their policies sound sexier. As a left-winger, I now feel it is my duty to try and establish a physical attraction towards Information Technology.
When you've had the same bedroom for 23 years, you become somewhat attached to it. Now that I am going to be permanently moving to London as of July, I'm expected to let go and move on. But I can't. Especially not for my sister.
When it comes to hearing about what everyone's talking about, I fall to the latter end of the bell curve. Example: I only discovered that Charlie Sheen had a drug problem last week. Now that I've heard about Rebecca Black's 'Friday', I'm pretty certain that you have as well.
You may have noticed that I'm a day late in publishing this blog. The reason is that I've been inspired by Dr Dre's new track, 'I Need a Doctor'-- contender for 2011's biggest wank in front of the mirror. In it, Dre has his bosom buddy, Eminem, rap about how important his old mentor is, and beg the good Doctor to come out of his self-imposed exile. I thought I'd do something similar.
Sadness is something that comic books don't seem to be able to do very well.* Maybe it has a lot to do with the name of the genre, not to mention its newspaper funny page origins. Comics can do most other emotions with depth and feeling, but not sadness. One rare gem which bucks this trend is Jason Aaron's Scalped-- my favourite ongoing comic series.
Apologies for being so late off the mark with this. I literally only just heard this song for the first time a few days ago.
I spend a lot of my time watching US TV. Why? It's leagues ahead of most of our output. But despite the better writing, acting, and production values, they do often have inconceivably long intros. I make a habit of skipping these after I've seen them once. So, for today's blog, I've worked out how much time I've saved in total.
This isn't the sort of piece that I would usually write, so I'm sorry if it comes across all preachy.
Not a long blog post tonight. This comes from Chris Morris's relentlessly dark Jam, and is about as far away from 'four candles' as you can get.