Pondering

So LJ then

Just been having a bit of an ole think about LJ. Not really sure what I'm using it for these days. I've never been much of a diarist (as this blog clearly shows) and even if I was I don't have a overly interesting life. Or if I am doing something interesting I generally don't have time to write about it.

That's never really been a massive issue for me. I mostly come here to read stuff. I've just done a bit of FList trimming and I was wondering... there must be something on LJ worth reading except RSS feeds of comics I like and blogs of the people who write them.

SO! can people suggest me good journals to follow or groups to join?

(not that it will matter much come March since LJ is banned in China...)
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    Skid Row!
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Oh well.

Whew. Thank god thats over. Spent all last week working on a television advertisment (or "commercial" if you are so inclined) so still haven't met my new nephew- THATS RIGHT BITCHES I'M AN UNCLE NOW - FEAR!!- but on the other hand am now £500 richer.

Had my weekend TEFL course last weekend (while said nephew was being born) and that was interesting/ terrifying.

Quit my job in the bookshop and now may have to consider going on the brew (or unemployment benefits if you are also so inclined).

Anything else? Oh yes, new Frank Turner album is just fucking great and the gig with Frank + beans on toast + oppenheimer was EXTREMELY fucking great and and and... oh my.

Oh yeah and thanks, Pepsi - what fucking cola am I supposed to drink now, you fucks?
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Post Script

And now for another grand entry in the long list of potentially disasterous, poorly thought out life decisions that chronicles much of my existence:

That's right folks, I'm going to china.
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    New Frank Turner album (swoon)
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9/11

[Pinochet] called for the arrest of every man, woman and child on the streets the morning of 11 September. Of these approximately 40,000 to 50,000 perfunctory arrests, several hundred individuals would later be detained, questioned, tortured, and in some cases murdered. While these deaths did not occur before the surrender of Allende's forces, they occurred as a direct result of arrests and round-ups during the coup's military action.

Who let ‘em overthrow Jacobo Arbenz
Who let ‘em overthrow Mohammad Mosaddeq
Who let ‘em assassinate Salvador Allende
I didn't let ‘em but they did it anyway!

Who let ‘em overthrow Kwame Nkrumah
Who let ‘em overthrow Aristide
Who let ‘em assassinate Oscar Romero
I didn't let ‘em but they did indeed!

Don't let them assassinate Hugo Chavez
Don't let them assassinate Evo Morales
And bring back Martin, Malcolm, Medgar,
Hampton, Schwerner, Goodman, Chaney


Regular transmission to resume shortly.
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Mid twenties, here I come!

Being 23:

Survived 5 years of legal alcohol consumption.

Gone 6 years without learning to drive.

Same age as Scott Pilgrim circa volumes 1-4.

Only voted once.

Lived in 4 (soon 5) different houses.

Visited more than 10 countries

Spent 17 years in full time education

Had more than 10 jobs

Been on LJ for four years

Should be old enough to know better

Still too young to care.
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Why why why why why.

So today Jack Jones died, and the news is full of this kind of shit:

God fucking damnit

Hilarious. Somehow I don't recall Hitler burning too many American white anglo-saxon protestants, you ignorant pricks.

Here's what the always awesome Kris Kristofferson has to say to the likes of you:

Up from the basement came one of country music's brightest stars (who shall remain nameless). At that moment in time, the Star had a monster radio hit about bombing America's enemies back into the Stone Age.

"Happy birthday," the Star said to Willie, breezing by us. As he passed Kristofferson in one long, confident stride, out of the corner of his mouth came "None of that lefty shit out there tonight, Kris."

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" Kris growled, stepping forward.

"Oh, no," groaned Willie under his breath. "Don't get Kris all riled up."

"You heard me," the Star said, walking away in the darkness.

"Don't turn your back to me, boy," Kristofferson shouted, not giving a shit that basically the entire music industry seemed to be flanking him.

The Star turned around: "I don't want any problems, Kris — I just want you to tone it down."

"You ever worn your country's uniform?" Kris asked rhetorically.

"What?"

"Don't 'What?' me, boy! You heard the question. You just don't like the answer." He paused just long enough to get a full chest of air. "I asked, 'Have you ever served your country?' The answer is, no, you have not. Have you ever killed another man? Huh? Have you ever taken another man's life and then cashed the check your country gave you for doing it? No, you have not. So shut the fuck up!" I could feel his body pulsing with anger next to me. "You don't know what the hell you are talking about!"


- The Last Outlaw Poet by Ethan Hawke, Rolling Stone magazine 1076

(also - holiday pay next month, woo!)

Tributes to union stalwart (and Spanish Civil War vet) Jones

Sometimes people make me physically fucking ill.

The last outlaw poet
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Here's some (more) stuff.

It's time to wallow in nerdery, since my better half returns to the country in under a month and I'll probably have to rein that sort of thing in a bit after that.

here's what I think about... (spoilers ensue)

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Sorry Andy.

Then there's...

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    Lost Horizon? \m/
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Whose streets?

Everyone fighting the fight in London this week; forget the filth, forget Russel Brand and the poser brigade, forget the propaganda of the tabloid headlines, just remember...

The Streets Are Ours

We stood in front of tanks at Tiananmen Square,

From Berlin to Chiapas we are everywhere,

And over the sirens of the police cars,

You can hear us shout “The streets are ours!”


'69 Chicago ushered in a new age,

We brought the war home with the days of rage,

And over the sirens of the police cars,

You can hear us shout “The streets are ours!”


In Seattle we chased out the World Trade Organisation,

On Mayday we gave Winston Churchill a mohican,

Kept the water for the people in Cochabamba,

Demanded autonomy on the dawn of NAFTA,

So send in the clowns, someone send in the clowns,

The black bloc, the antiFA and the undergrounds,

A big, pink, marching samba band,

And we'll take our own route that ain't pre-planned,


From the social centres and the Brighton Schnews,

From Indymedia reporting our own news,

Over the sirens of the police cars,

You can hear us shout “The streets are ours!”


We threw the bomb at Haymarket Square,

We fly the black flag everywhere,

And over the sirens of the police cars,

You can hear us shout “The streets are ours!”

The streets are ours