In Ascending Order

Listening To: the rustle of my inspirational magazine as i riffle to the inspirational page.

today i'm making music. tonight, i'm avoiding X Factor, lest it destroy my faith in a music business with integrity.

so far, so good.

Wondering: whether or not to take the dog out in this freeze.

3rd Rock From The Sun

Listening To: the birds outside my house. it's very quiet. almost... too quiet.
Watching: the birds outside my house. in my defense, i'm helping the dog Look at them. it's what he likes to do of an afternoon.

i don't like to be topical, but what the fuck is up with the V.A.T. change?

that is all.

Pondering: whether The Universe cares about anything or if it's just content to keep on existing, or what
Bordering On: nihilism? no thanks, but i can see the appeal.

Meanwhile, On Experiments In Musicality...

I Have: too many web-outlets (or should that be weblets?)
Miniplug For: anguaji-music.blogspot.com

.crossover-o-rama:

have compiled interesting ideas concerning:

ambient choons
xen cuts (my favourite album at the moment)
soft tone guitar jazz
hip hop and flamenco
flamenco finger rolls (sounds like a snack, but it's so much harder to do than it is to say)
the flamenco guitar sounding so lovely


...flamenco being a big part in the ideas thing.

so when i said in jest that i was in a collection phase, i was being more truthful than my roguish smile belied.

also - and this is a very late addition to this list - i think i need to put more energy into my music. i love my chilled-out a lot (i'm a great believer in the Archetype, and i'm always looking for the Archetype Chill Track) but i think i need to up my bpm for a month and see what happens.

guh - there's too much going on in my head. i denied myself a weekend of music on saturday last, in favour of socialising - i'm like a little sim character with levels that are all dropping constantly at the moment, i think i need a week to myself to replenish them all, also one of those big beds from the sims that are, like, +10 rest or whatever - so i think i'm going to end up in an unhealthy 72hoursolidmusicfest this coming friday.

so. i'll post the results, naturally.

Thought You'd Be Interested In: musical shenanighenz
Normal Service: will be resumed when something happens

Sane Men Surround

Reading: about openID's - good concept, but in practice, does it compromise personal identity? ah, just like the internet communism.

i'm killing 18 minutes waiting for my Cadbury's brownies to cook. as we all know, waiting for cakes in the oven is a universal time-slowing convention that should be researched - the scientific possibilites are enormous.

world peace brought about by Cadbury's brownie mix? when we think of the Bush administration, it's not such a crazy idea.

Thinking About: leaving off the satire, it's not my forte.
Also Thinking About: building a forte out of pillows.

Snowboarding Roadtrip

Listening To: my patience with the Now 71 advert dwindle into a small puff of air.
Watching: my laptop-xbox stack with a strange mixture of pride and OCD-inspired fretting about the wires sticking out the side.

many a wonderment to be had - so a structured, but not bulleted, list is called for:

point one: stephen fry is following me on twitter. and i'm following him, obviously. this is one of the most queer internet-based feelings i think i've ever had, as stephen fry is something of an intellectual pop-culture hero to me. to sum it up - it's like a certain star trek character phoning up my 14-year-old self and telling me how their day was. i won't reveal which character, though. i have to have some privacy after all.

point two: xbox 360 update-o-rama, much. neat new redesign of familar old interface to emulate the wii. this point is actually preceded by point two beta, which is me making my xbox 360 wireless without forking out pocketfuls of cash for the micro$oft wireless bridge. did you see that? i said micro$oft. with a $$$. what a subversive scamp i am. so now i present you with my first screenshots thereof fully hencewith:


^ hey, for once, it took no time to download - thanks m$! (titt3r)


^ the digitized look of smugness as a girl is allowed to update her xbox without having to bugger about with 100ft of cat5 cable can be a terrible sight to behold

point three: i made my fancy-schmancy website live. i won't go into detail how clever it is because i've managed to create a stylish, standards-based, developer-baffling microsite that fits on one, plush, page. or maybe i just did. but anyway, i'm quite proud of it - i managed to make myself a happy customer, so i'm going to recommend me to my friends and family.

point four: i'm sure there was a point four

point five: i'm in the middle of a few days off, so rest assured of more bloggy goodness to follow. possibly with more humour. less content, more comedy - have you noticed?

Oh God Moment: comic book guy in the simpsons just spouted some serious geekspiel and i understood every single hideous tech-infested word of it.
Now I Remember Point Four: but i'm not going to tell you.

American Dad

Life Slowly Taken Over By: web standards.

can't talk. banter not standards compliant.

Humming Sound Probably Coming From: speakers left on all day, but who knows - maybe the dog has learnt to hum.
Worrying About: random thoughts that involve falling over in every situation.
Five Days Away From My Lovely Blog: and this is the best i can come up with?

Discotron

Listening To: the gas fire put-put-put - quite an adrenaline ride, our gas fire. it manages to convey the impression that it could blow at any moment.

the dog is systematically destroying any remaining keepsakes from my childhood. so far, in his short 6-month stay with me, he's chewed the eyes off my beloved A.G. bear, the hair off my favourite wish troll (before they were wish trolls, you know), the beak off an owl statue, and Straggle's nose. Straggle is just about the cutest looking teddy critter in the world, and now he just sort of looks... eerie. anyway, if he doesn't have any nose, how does he sme-

Thank God For: the blog-discipline to not finish the great british nose joke.