Showing posts with label Twee as Fuck. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Twee as Fuck. Show all posts
Tuesday, 10 February 2009
Monday, 9 February 2009
Drape
Warm fuzzy feelings in the bottom of my tummy as I discover the Derek Draper who runs the Labour Party website Labourist, is now following me on Twitter. Its nice that he takes an interest in me and my little world.
No direct messages or replies to me seeking advice on making lemon icing or moaning about my life yet, but its nice to know he's taking an interest. And the 1,800 other people he's taking an interest in. I can't even imagine how you'd stay on top of following so many people, monkeyspheres and all that.
I see myself a regular commenter on his website, so its kind of neat that he get's web2.0.
I'm not going to follow him in return though, cos the vast majority of his tweets are just links to other sites and he's a bit of a tit.
Thursday, 13 September 2007
Apex
Still getting ill, the nose has started doing its thing.
I spent many hours last night eing a good little production engineer, making up CDs. My bedroom is a factory, two computers, a cutting area, disc burning and design studio, all running in parallel, with just me sweltering in the middle.
I've got to get a load done for the weekend, head to Glasgow, shift the last of my stuff out of the old flat, and go to the missus's wedding thing. Its going to be murder. I'm planning on going to Twee as Fuck on Friday night, then head north over night after the bands, and do the flat stuff on Saturday morning, oh and stopping off to get my kilt paraphenelia.
The Metro thing morning leads with a story about how drug dealers are targeting teenagers with watered down cocaine. I'm not exactly straight edge myself, but I don't do drugs, I find them and people who do them kind of repugnant. You take drugs if you're ill, if you're no ill, you don't need them.
I have a great deal of respect for the straight edge kids, but maybe their passive rejection isn't enough, maybe they should take up arms and kick the crap out of the pushers, the dealers and the entire industry.
I spent many hours last night eing a good little production engineer, making up CDs. My bedroom is a factory, two computers, a cutting area, disc burning and design studio, all running in parallel, with just me sweltering in the middle.
I've got to get a load done for the weekend, head to Glasgow, shift the last of my stuff out of the old flat, and go to the missus's wedding thing. Its going to be murder. I'm planning on going to Twee as Fuck on Friday night, then head north over night after the bands, and do the flat stuff on Saturday morning, oh and stopping off to get my kilt paraphenelia.
The Metro thing morning leads with a story about how drug dealers are targeting teenagers with watered down cocaine. I'm not exactly straight edge myself, but I don't do drugs, I find them and people who do them kind of repugnant. You take drugs if you're ill, if you're no ill, you don't need them.
I have a great deal of respect for the straight edge kids, but maybe their passive rejection isn't enough, maybe they should take up arms and kick the crap out of the pushers, the dealers and the entire industry.
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