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meaning what, exactly?

the other day i was walking through the kensington market area, going to pick up coffee at my prefered dealer and i passed by two men having a rather drunken middle-of-a-saturday-afternoon discussion. i'm not sure what they had been discussing when i approached, but one of them, a rather grungy looking middle aged rocker-type with a spectacular black eye looked at me and said:

"-like there. THAT'S something i wouldn't mind taking home to my mother."

now, i'm not sure at one point i became a thing instead of a person, but i won't quibble. i'm just surprised because of all of the things i expected to be able to do in my life, i never factored in the possibility of being a nice-girl beard for aging rocker dudes. in fact, i never knew rocker dudes would be so eager to reassure their mothers that they had a nice, non-rocker girlfriend.

what was it that made him point me out on the crowded street? the blonde hair? the fact that i had obviously showered this week? being in possession of all my teeth? i'll never know. but apparently, i have some ephemeral quality that rocker-dude mothers look for.


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i keep seeing this ad for tictac candies:

am i the only one who finds the suicide bomber clown at the end a little unnerving? all the nice natural things like the bunny and the [extinct] woolly mammoth and the fruit get devoured by a trying-to-appear-nonthreatening-but-obviously-psychotic clown who then blows himself up. congratulations, tictac, i think this ad has landed you on about a dozen watch lists.

oh and by the way, showing me that your product will somehow cause my stomach to explode in a rainbow of wtf makes me believe that doing consuming tictacs would be a worse dietary decision than the time i ate two raw eggs and a half a bottle of hot sauce on a dare.

digging for [audio] treasure

my computer tells me that i need to cut down the amount of music stored on my overstuffed hard drive. my ears tell me that that would deprive me of some wonderful listening experiences. 
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with the dawn of the internet, and various types of music sharing, i found myself able to discover bands that i'd heard about, but never managed to track down, from the days of underground cassette culture. and, to my surprise and elation, many of them do very much live up to what i'd imagined from reading descriptions of them in catalo…

armchair centre back :: finding your best boss

everything i know about bosses, i've learned from watching the premier league this year. 

it's been a long time since i posted about my love of football [soccer], possibly because i was traumatised by seeing my darlings swansea city getting mauled week after week, all the while looking like they were playing for the right to choose between being executed by guillotine or firing squad. it's been a very long season. well, half a season. suddenly, however, it doesn't seem so bad. the reason for that is very clear: carlos carvalhal. swansea's new portuguese manager is a breath of fresh air, and a complete switch from the focused and pragmatic paul clement. now, i liked paul clement, and i think that his internship at some of the best clubs in the world made him a real catch. it's just that sometimes you need to find someone who connects with your team, your people, which carlos definitely seems to have done. as the days lengthen and the weather shows some signs of…