Full moon

Official!

It's Bona Drag Monday!

And someone from the 646 area code sent this:

Thanks to whomever sent this - your number is not saved in my phone.  I'm very grateful, regardless.

In fact,

even my brothers, me and my dad in 1995 think this is terrible, terrible crap.

LOOK!

Various logos and shit

Saw this in the warehouse: best company/
album name ever?

I want to meet the person who made this
clipart I pilfered while looking for something else.
Maybe I will one day!

Tom Ford/CheeverUpdike amalgam and, frankly,
it's about damn time!

I try to avoid these, but

I cannot resist:

Watched two movies this weekend!

We did, we did! And for further pretense points, they both had subtitles!



The Baader-Meinhof Complex - 2.5 hours of the best 70's senseless terror gang [hello, NSA!] streaming mayhem Netflix could provide!

This was very good, and what blew my mind was the insane number of shots in the movie. I told the Bride this several times during, and then woke her up at 4am to repeat this cunning/winning observation.

Then:

Together, which I had put off watching for eleven or twelve years even though I knew Anthony Lane had loved it, which means we were duty-bound to as well. Loved it! Painted phone!

Tom, Jeff and Zooey

Beautiful November

I'm a mawkish simp, natch - but it's been just gorgeous for the last five days.

Rain tonight and then cold.

Speaking of fifty times,

I listened to Muse Absolution about that much this weekend. Still their best, regardless of contrary opinions one hears (does one? I don't - in fact, it never, ever comes up).

Pork store scenes, random Ian

Spaketh* Sam Clemens:

"When the end of the world comes I want to be in Cincinnati because it's always twenty years behind the times."

* spoketh?

Beaton lives!

"A Summer Wasting"

Now I'm on to the much more sensible The Boy With the Arab Strap, which is seeming to blur in the heat. I may be dreaming.

Getting smaller as a trend

Ugh, I fully intended to craft some beautiful post about the Suede reissues today, but am SO very sleepy from staying up til 12:30 or so after our neighborhood crime watch walk thing (the 1996-era me just puked all down his stylish sweater). Anyway, I do have to mention that fave British acts as rule fave gotten smaller in stature, as a rule.

60's: Beatles (der!)

70's: Bowie

80's: Smiths/New Order/PSB (a triumvirate, but you get my point)

90's: Suede

00's: The Clientele

I expect that, around ten years from now, my fave band of this current decade will be some guy from Stratford-on-Avon who plays spoons.

Side project Thursday

My beloved Clientele's Alasdair has an exceedingly gentle side project Amor de Dias, which I liked on first play...and the Horrors, who I didn't really ever care too much about have a side thing with the singer and a lady called Cat's Eyes. This is fairly ace!

SO, I guess it's the Summer of the Side Project or some such. Yes, I will make arbitrary distinctions for the purposes of posts.

112 Jones

Got wrecked here on many, many a Sunday afternoon..."who will set Nick Eddy free?"

Gonna try to rent the place for a week in August and we can record the Fireblankets album. "Get the drummer a chinese screen!," or, indeed, a fire blanket.

Sorta freaking me out

Liking the Nabokov-lite of this, although the novelty of his gimmick (which is too convoluted to break down here - I DO have a job, no matter what you think [?]) starts to wear off. Maybe there are more tricks to come!