Baited-Breathing-It: with the season 2 finale of Weeds
Listening To: strange, unidentifiable rumblings
I Could Be Listening To But I'm Saving It For Later: Aphex Twin's selected ambient works (vol II?)
i can go outside right now (should the perverse urge take me) and look at £45 worth of coal. as far as the fuel-damage of the planet goes versus the cost per load in these times of
constant regional economic depression, which the latest money crisis has little or no impact on credit crunch, it doesn't look much.
carbon footprint? you can keep it.
speaking of
Dickensian landlords and estate agents finally getting their comeuppance after skimming the financial cream off've the top of relatively honest citizens not wishing to live 16 to a house the housing market slump, i may finally be able to afford a nest of my own in the not-too-distant future. saying the not-too-distant-future sounds a little bit Phillip K. Dick-esque, but in the real world that means sometime in the new year. which is decidedly more Winterson than Bradbury.
Fretting About: where the internet is going, and how will it change in the future / too many literature references per pixel inch
Pretending Not To Fret About: autumn. bastard red leaves. they can bugger off.
Not Fretting About: who wins the
gimp parade American election.
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