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[20 Jul 2012|10:15am]
BATMAN!!!!!

...that is all I can say, as I went to the 5am showing and NO-ONE HAS SEEN IT SO NOW I HAVE NO-ONE TO DISCUSS IT WITH.
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[24 Feb 2011|10:10pm]
Internet: I am bored of nights out. I just am. Same drinks, same people, same conversation. Can't we do something more fun? More exciting? More thought-provoking and challenging? I don't know what exactly, but something BETTER?
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[03 Jan 2011|10:06pm]
2011:

Stay happy.

Try not to be too argumentative.

:)
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[30 May 2010|04:28am]
The Boy, re the Coopers: "So what was that album called, 'Kill It With Fire'?"
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[08 Feb 2010|04:17am]
Y'know, stuff is generally pretty alright! I don't know what's really going on in any given area of my life, but I guess I'm fine with that. Aside from needing to get on with rather more of my work than I presently seem to manage, and aside from my currently-rehearsing production still not having quite gelled despite opening in two weeks. I'm not too bothered, to be honest.
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New Year's resolution; I have but one [01 Jan 2010|04:31am]
Assume a virtue if you have it not.
That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat
Of habits evil, is angel yet in this,
That to the use of actions fair and good
He likewise gives a frock or livery
That aptly is put on. Refrain tonight,
And that shall lend a kind of easiness
To the next abstinence, the next more easy;
For use almost can change the stamp of nature,
And either lodge the devil or throw him out
With wondrous potency.
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[03 Aug 2009|03:08am]
FRISBEE TACKLE.

...that is all.
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And now we present a brief canvassing interlude... [20 Apr 2009|09:04pm]
Quick linkspam time:

http://www.thisisnottingham.co.uk/news/James-aiming-MEP/article-916546-detail/article.html

http://www.jl2009.eu
http://www.juryteam.org/candidate-profile.php?id=10450

And summary:
My younger brother has decided to try to get himself nominated to run for MEP for the East Midlands. He's attempting this through an organisation called the Jury Team, who are basically out to try and shake up party politics a bit by forming a sort of anti-party which provides support to independent candidates while allowing them to keep doing basically whatever the hell they like.

In order to stand any sort of chance once the actual campaigning starts, he needs to be the Jury Team's first-choice candidate for the East Midlands, which is selected through a primary that finishes this Friday. Voting for the primary is by text message.

If you're a UK resident and think any of this sounds remotely interesting, you should have a look at some or all of the links above. If you're still interested, you can vote for him in the primaries by texting JAMLOW01 to 86837 (the number spells out 'voter' on a phone keypad). Texts cost 25p, I believe, but they're a non-profit organisation and any revenue they manage to gather goes towards promoting their objectives "to open up and clean up politics".

*attempts minor sisterly help for his campaigning* :)

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*gives up on world* [28 Feb 2009|01:10pm]
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO.

NO. *sob*

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[10 Dec 2008|08:54pm]
The lovely narie is unable to go to the rescheduled Real Fits gig and so passed on her ticket to me. Unfortunately I can't make it either. This is pretty damn short notice, but anyone want it? Anyone know anyone who might want it? It's tomorrow at the Round Chapel in Hackney, and I'm in London until tomorrow morning, if you want to try and figure out a handover.
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Sad Steps [14 Nov 2008|10:40pm]
Groping back to bed after a piss
I part thick curtains, and am startled by
The rapid clouds, the moon's cleanliness.

Four o'clock: wedge-shadowed gardens lie
Under a cavernous, a wind-picked sky.
There's something laughable about this,

The way the moon dashes through clouds that blow
Loosely as cannon-smoke to stand apart
(Stone-coloured light sharpening the roofs below)

High and preposterous and separate -
Lozenge of love! Medallion of art!
O wolves of memory! Immensements! No,

One shivers slightly, looking up there.
The hardness and the brightness and the plain
Far-reaching singleness of that wide stare

Is a reminder of the strength and pain
Of being young; that it can't come again,
But is for others undiminished somewhere.


--Philip Larkin, who I detested when I first had to study his poems, before realising that half the time I do hate him but the other half I think he's perfectly phrased.
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[07 Nov 2008|05:25pm]
Hahaha, BLIND PILOT.
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[05 Nov 2008|04:25am]
LESS THAN THREE MINUTES AHHH

...I've had 36 drinks for the states + DC called so far, bahaha
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[01 Nov 2008|12:46am]
This is what we went and did earlier. Because we are so cool. Though all the planning only said they were trying to be the largest gathering of zombies, not that some fucking annoying slag from Heart FM dressed like a dead prostitute was going to spend the afternoon trying to make everyone dance for about an hour. I refused after the first time, but I don't think I got counted properly anyway even after registering because the organisers ran out of wristbands, the retards. But you know. Somewhat pointless yet amusing world record, woo!

Then we went to Jupiter Monkeys' little Halloween gig at their usual pub in town, where Joe was Jack Sparrow and Matt was Sherlock Holmes (hilarious to watch him rocking out during their set, seriouslyyy) and their singer fell out with her boyfriend and didn't actually do any singing. I was dressed as Dr. Horrible, BECAUSE I AM AMAZINGLY COOL, and my brother was an owl, and his girlfriend... prepare yourself, best costume idea ever... was Zombie Princess Diana. Bahaha. When we were standing at the bus stop, we could hear some nearby chavs going "That's fucking SICK, man, fucking sick!" She even added "too soon?" to the forehead of her mask during the course of the evening. I love it.

Also, because I was rereading this story this morning and I love it, and I have just made my brother and featherfinyipp read it, and I feel like a massive English geek again for loving it as much as I do, have a short story link.

This Tragic Glass - Elizabeth Bear

It has John Keats and Kit Marlowe and an academic project that can recover dying poets from the past. It's awesome. Go forth.

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[30 Oct 2008|01:29am]
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/7698539.stm
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/7698200.stm

*sob sob sob*

Ten is my Doctor, dammit! I started watching new DW at The Christmas Invasion!

*speculates about Eleven, and the possibility of 10.5 sneaking back at some point for a cameo*

:(

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[21 Oct 2008|04:17pm]
I HATE EVERYTHING TODAY.

YES EVERYTHING.

EVERYTHING EVER.

...okay except this song which is making me slightly less annoyed with the world. I don't evangelise about Okkervil River nearly enough on here, so go listen to it and decide they are utterly amazing and you want to keep them forever.

Okkervil River - Lost Coastlines
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[26 Sep 2008|03:16am]
Today I amazed one of the other volunteers when he asked what I was doing on Google and I said 'looking for some 7"s I'm having trouble finding'.
'7"s?'
'...yes? You know, records?'
'So it's by an old band?'
'No, they formed in 2005.'
'...People still MAKE records?? Isn't that kind of redundant?'
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[20 Jul 2008|02:32am]
WHY HAD NO-ONE YET INFORMED ME OF THE NECESSITY OF WATCHING DR. HORRIBLE'S SING-ALONG BLOG? Come on guys, I'm relying on you people here. If I hadn't found out it was Joss Whedon's latest thing, I would totally have ignored it due to the not-very-confidence-inspiring title. Anyway, it stops being available for streaming at midnight tomorrow night (the 20th, that is). Go forth, while you can!
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[05 Jul 2008|09:54pm]
*stabs Russell T Davies in the eyes*
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[27 Jun 2008|11:53pm]
...the chords to Get Me Away From Here, I'm Dying are just Pachelbel's Canon. Shame on you, Stuart Murdoch! I'm shocked.
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