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3,213: Nordic streets

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I went to the supermarket to return some pfandflaschen (reusable bottles with deposits) yesterday. I wanted to get a few bits, too, but didn’t need a shopping list. I had words in my head. A melodic mantra.

Coffee, wine, yoghurt, milk
Coffee, wine, yoghurt, milk
Coffee, wine, yoghurt, milk
Coffee, wine, yoghurt, milk

When I got to the supermarket, there was someone already at the machine where you put the bottles. I was about to start putting mine in, then some dude with just a couple of them asked if he could nip in front of me. Of course you can, mister. But that tiny interaction mentally jarred the mantra loose. I put my bottles in the machine, grabbed my refund ticket, and cracked on.

Wine, coffee, yoghurt
Wine, coffee, yoghurt
Wine, coffee, yoghurt
Wine, coffee, yoghurt

I remembered I also needed mustard. I got the mustard first. Nearest to the machine. I got the wine. When I entered the supermarket, the queue at the checkout was quite long. When I got the wine, I noticed the queue was non-existent. Go for it, warrior! I went and paid. and it wasn’t until about 30 seconds out of the store that I remember I hadn’t got everything.

Coffee, yoghurt, something else
Coffee, yoghurt, something else
Coffee, yoghurt, something else oh what was it?
Coffee, yoghurt, something else for fuck’s sake

Rather than turning around and nipping back, I figured I’d have a walk to a different supermarket. Not too far. Not too cold out. A bit of exercise. All the inane things you say to yourself. I walked past an older woman who was gripping the neck of an open two-litre bottle of cola like she was a stereotypical TV show drunk character. In the second supermarket, they didn’t have the coffee I wanted, and their yoghurt selection was pretty poor. I remembered and bought milk, though. Oh well, there’s a different supermarket on the way home if I walk a different way. So I did.

Coffee, yoghurt
Coffee, yoghurt
Coffee, yoghurt
Coffee, yoghurt

Third supermarket: same as the second. Poor yoghurt selection, and no espresso. I got some vegetables there, cos I kinda get a bit paranoid that people might think I’m a thief if I go into a supermarket and walk out past the checkouts without buying anything. That behaviour is fine in a clothes shop or an electronics store, but c’mon, you always need something from a supermarket, you shady mother.

Three supermarkets down. I guess I’ll have to go to another one. Closer to the flat than any of the others. I could’ve just gone there to begin with, eh? But on this part of the journey, something clicked in my brain. Like when something says something unconnected to the case to a TV detective and that gets them thinking about where the kidnapper will be. I walked down a street named after a Danish city. Before the third supermarket, I crossed a street named after a Swedish city. A street near the flat is also named after a Swedish city. And there’s a big street nearby named after a city in Norway.

I…
Spot…
A…
Theme…

So I checked, and did a drawing of the Nordic streets.

Other business
I’ve had this in my mind for a while, and it came up again at the weekend, seeing the marches going on: “Love trumps hate” is, while a thoroughly commendable sentiment, an awful slogan. For one thing, there’s only one word in there that orange jabba himself would notice, and that’s not love or hate. And everyone else for that matter. Using his name in your bloody slogan might’ve seemed clever, but they were very literally putting his name out there at every Democratic rally against him. And again, it’s a commendable sentiment, it also might sound like a whole heap of hippy crap to certain ears that you wanted to vote for you.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Axel F by Harold Faltermeyer. Watching the video a few moments ago, the tedious term “simpler times…” crossed through my mind. I’ve never really questioned that term before. But, yep, what does it mean apart from “simpler times for me.” It wasn’t really simpler times. It was just a time when I wasn’t paying as much attention.

On this day
Ummm, 26 January 2010

Here’s an interesting Wikipedia article
Devil’s Island

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Written by Craig

January 26th, 2017 at 3:32 am

3,206: How many people should be in your band?

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Are you a musician? Are you in a band or a group?

How many people should be in your band/group?

Here’s a handy guide to the options available to you.

One
You are a one-man band. You will never be on Top of the Pops, you will just be a menace to pedestrianised areas of cities across the land. Stop it.

Two
The classic. Pet Shop Boys, Erasure, Yazoo, Soft Cell, Blancmange, Tears for Fears, Eurythmics, Wham!, Carpenters, Roxette, Sparks, Daft Punk, Suicide, Mel and Kim, Go West, Communards, Chemical Brothers, The KLF, OMD, Chas & Dave. Someone to look at, someone to do the other stuff. Let’s make lots of money.

Three
Not bad. There’s something nice about a three piece – that whole triangular vibe is good – unless they become really famous and play massive sports venues then there’s no real good focus point for a lot of people in the audience. Maybe this is just me, though, but it looks weird when the singer of a three piece is also the bass player. Can’t get my head around that.

Four
The Beatles did this. They probably didn’t invent it, but they invented it, like so many other things in rock music: getting into some Eastern religious stuff, splitting up, and Justin Bieber’s haircut.

Five
The Rolling Stones did this. Spandau Ballet did it, too. One of them played the saxophone, though: the worst instrument ever invented. Five is the outer limit of proper.

Six
Getting a bit much now. Do you really need six people in your band? It’s unlikely. If you are in a six-piece band, all stand in a circle and visualise one member of the band picking up his so-called “gear” and leaving the room for the good of the band, five of you are thinking about the same person, and the other person is praying it’s not him/her.

Seven
At least one of these people plays something yellow and shiny. Get rid of that person. You can hire one if you need one, which should be never (unless you are in a Mexican band).

Eight and up
You will never make any money because you will spend it all on plane tickets and hotel rooms. And in all seriousness: name more than one famous eight piece band. Slipknot? They had, I dunno, probably that amount. More maybe? It feels like Arcade Fire have some tedious amount like that, too.

Orchestras, choirs, Polyphonic Spree
Just think how annoying that must be. It’d taken four or five elevator trips to get the whole band down from the hotel rooms to the lobby.

So there you have it: fire everyone apart from yourself and a person who can stand next to you with a keyboard. You can thank me when you’re on the cover of Smash Hits.

A wee bit of artwork

Other business
The result was pretty much right-in-the-middle grey, but fuck the rest of us, right? We don’t matter. Take away my EU citizenship because you get all boiled up about being patriotic. Thanks, fuckers.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
3 A.M. Eternal by The KLF

On this day
150 brick tower, 19 January 2007. Related to this LEGO business: Mountain and Mountain II. Really should’ve done more of these.

Here’s an interesting Wikipedia article
I’m entitled to my opinion

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January 19th, 2017 at 1:47 am

3,145: Doing something

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I am not American and I don’t live in the United States.

These two things don’t stop me having an opinion, though. I have an opinion.

But, if I were American, the next president wouldn’t be anywhere near as bad for me as a lot of other people. I’m white, male, heterosexual. And in the days after his victory, I pretty much entirely refrained from typing any opinions on Twitter.

Looking at the demographics of the election results, it’s quite clear that white people, especially white man, have already said enough. And while everyone’s opinion matters in some way, right now, nobody really needs to hear another white, straight men. (Indeed, here’s how the first three demographics I fit into on the NY Times’s breakdown voted: Sex: Trump, Race: Trump, Age: Trump.)

So I read a lot. Here’s a bunch of things that caught my attention. You’ve probably seen a lot of them, but it obviously doesn’t hurt to share them.

Before that though, while I was reading yesterday, this tweet hit home (the whole thread is worth reading).

I am absolutely guilty of just clicking “like” on Twitter way too often, and not retweeting. That is something I am determined to address. It’s not much, but it’s doing something.

Here’s an image I saved without taking note of the source. I’m annoyed by that, but it still deserve to be shared:

History tells us what may happen next with Brexit & Trump by Tobias Stone

Trump’s win is a reminder of the incredible, unbeatable power of racism by Jenée Desmond-Harris

Will You Lose Your Health Insurance Under President Trump? by Eve Peyser

“I do take some small, cold, bitter satisfaction in one thing, and that’s the fact that Trump is going to be absolutely fucking miserable for the next four years.”

cont.

There’s more and more and more and more. And I will retweet them.

A wee bit of artwork

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
The Box by Orbital.

Here’s an interesting Wikipedia article
Law of salvage

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Minecraft Project Day 16
So, you wake up, and look at things fresh in the morning and, urgh, yep, I’m gonna have to sort out this pathetically small deck.

My mind was still on the deck, I go around the side of the cabin, and then there’s a bloody Creeper right there, and he blew himself up before I could do anything about it. Bastard made a hole in my cabin and blew out loads of dirt from under it. So I had to sort that out, do some repairs, before I could get on with my plans for the day.

I wanted to have a good look at the space around my cabin and mentally plan where shit’s gonna go. So I build a quick dirt tower, stood on top, and had a look around. I wanna start growing wheat to make bread. A little farm somewhere flat, near the edge of the hill so that I can maybe expand later if needs be. I’m gonna do it in the bottom left corner.

Right about there.

But that’ll had to wait. The Creeper business this morning reminded me that I should put up a load of torches on my hill to hopefully stop the bad guys spawning near my cabin again.

Written by Craig

November 12th, 2016 at 8:05 am