Archive for December, 2010
YouTube description says: Animated Christmas light display using over 30,000 LED and 400 strobe lights. Music is broadcasted over short range FM so viewers don’t need to leave the vehicle to hear the music. Yeah yeah, whatevs…
On Sunday night, I went around to a friend’s place to watch two sports events on the television (the second leg of the final of the Mexican Primera Divisíon Apertura between Monterrey and Santos Laguna, and the Pittsburgh Steelers-Baltimore Ravens game). I took the Metro which I always enjoy doing, and walked the 15 minutes to his apartment, enjoying life for a moment, listening to “Jumbo” by Underworld a couple of times in a row because, well, because it’s fantastic. I rang the doorbell, my mate opened to the window above, and dropped the key down so I could let myself into the building. Up the stairs, and the door was open, so I walked in. Saw a teenage kid in a Green Bay Packers sweatshirt. He stared at me blankly. Okay, whatever, I said hello. Kept on walking down the hall towards the lounge, and at the exact moment that I thought to myself that I didn’t remember Daniel’s apartment having that picture on the wall, I turned the corner and saw a whole bunch of people I didn’t recognise. In a room I didn’t recognise. And these people were looking at a person they don’t recognise. Daniel’s apartment, I quickly realised, is on the next floor.
When I was a kid, we always had BBC Radio 2 on in the kitchen, at least until the BBC started up Radio Lincolnshire. Johnny Mathis seemed to be on the radio all the time. I had no appreciation for him at the time, cos he wasn’t sing about kings of the wild frontiers or dogs eating dogs or standing and delivering. But now… oh my, what a fantastic voice he’s got, eh?
When I was 15, my parents bought me his 5LP live box set for Christmas. I was very happy with that present. The YouTube page for this clip says this is from 1978, recorded in Passaic, New Jersey.
Let’s vote again. This time, though, I will do it, instead of Mr. Blobby and his gout-ridden mates.
I’ll still call myself FIFA, but it’ll stand for Football is Fucking Awesome.
Belgium and Netherlands
The weed and Duvel World Cup bid. Yep, that’s two things in its favour.
Urgh, it’d be wrong of me to vote for this country’s bid.
Apparently, it’s a mafia state, so you get knocked off the voting right away. Plus, really, much as I’d like to visit some places in Russia, I’m not that arsed about doing so during a football tournament.
Portugal and Spain
Nice weather: you win.
I’m sorry, (funny how people start a sentence with the words “I’m sorry” when most of the time they don’t mean it), I’m sorry Australia, but your football kit has really really ugly colours and you call yourselves the Socceroos. Two concrete reasons why you should never have a World Cup.
Hold on, get to the back of the queue, you’ve had your turn. Both of you.
Go fuck yourself. Seriously, fuck off, come back in a thousand years and you can still fuck off. Fuck. Off. Fuck off. Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuckingly Fuck Off.
United States of America
Gets my vote for being the best of a bad bunch, really.
Decision made, without wasting millions of dollars. Easy peasy.
Not sure why this is happening, but I’ve noticed that the corner stores of my neighbourhood have stopped stocking Tic Tacs. First it was my local place. When they ran out, more never came. I checked other places, and the little vacuum-formed clear plastic trays that they were displayed in held less and less Tic Tac containers. Here and there, the odd Winterfresh mint flavour (apart from cinnamon, the only Tic Tac flavour I don’t like). Different types of corner stores – Oxxo, 7-Eleven, Circle K – all with less and less Tic Tacs. Last night, in a different neighbourhood, I found a place that still had a few, so I grabbed the two containers of mint, and the four containers of orange Tic Tacs, and squirrelled them away. This, I’m sure you will agree, is of great import, and frankly, deserves a charity song of some sort.
Reminds me very very much of one of my favourite Christmases, in 2008, in Bellingham, Washington with my friends Lisa and Cameron, plenty of rum and cokes, and lots and lots snow on the ground.
I promise I’m not being smug and showing off (well, maybe a teensy weensy bit), but it’s just kind of a bit weird being in a country where the calendar tells me one thing, and the view out of the window and the amount of clothes I have to wear when I go outside tell me something else. It’s December, and I’m walking around in a t-shirt. How is that correct? Brain say December is cold.
For no reason, looking through old photographs, I found two photos taken of some snow; the same shot, just one with and one without a flash, so I animated them. You’re correct, it’s party time in my house.