Pretend we’re dead

I’ve been amusing myself with the new world of things I can do with a computer that isn’t partying like it’s 2002. For example, I can surf the interweb and listen to music at the same time on iTunes. This means I can use Audioscrobbler, which will silently note down all my music choices before reporting them to the motherscrobbler, which then constructs a web page full of graphs and charts revealing to anyone who so chooses to look that I listened to MC Hammer’s “U Can’t Touch This” 12 times yesterday.

I considered writing about all the stuff I’ve been doing in the last few weeks, but all I can really remember was that I played lots of computer card games and watched all three episodes plus the Christmas special of “The League of Gentlemen” on DVD and to top it off, I saw “The League of Gentlemen’s Apocalypse” at the film festival on Sunday and it was marvellous.

So instead of recapping anything, I will leave you with this picture of my head in Darkanus’ bloody hole.


This was from the Oats exhibit at the Special Gallery on Customs Street. There was an all-star line-up of DEAN (Andrew Dean, Garry Dean, Stefan Dean, Nodrog Dean and Casio T Dean), who played in a corridor. It was, rumour has it, their 12th gig in 11 years.

Meanwhile, in another room, the Oats collective exhibited their art works. When I was about 19 I thought the Oats guys were the one of the coolest thing to come out of Hamilton. It was a little strange to see them being all old and parenty now, but the goodness was still there, as evidenced by Adrian Ganley’s giant Darkanus. Plus, there were free pies and free beer.

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