ten thousand nothings

it means nothing coming from me, of course. but ten thousand nothings make a big something, rather than a big nothing.

some people don't get to feel the sun on their skin today. some people don't get to feel the wind in their hair. some good people.

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twittering on

You'll see from the box to the right that I'm now putting the twit into twitter. I've never been a big fan of facespace or mybook, but twitter is, currently, urm fun.

Ignore the marketing twits, the pr twits and there do seem to be a number of interesting twits written by real people (famous or otherwise). Of course the term is tweets, but you know what I mean.

And of course twitter doesn't tell me that I have no friends. I know that already. www.twitter.com/coljones

file under stupid

we do not like what we don't understand.

Not amusing, but puzzling, is the AsdaTescoSainsburyMorrison supermarket decision to ban an album cover, deemed 'inappropriate'.

Journal for Plague Lovers has some of the finest music released this year, and an equally fine cover painting by Jenny Saville. No guns, naked bodies, sexism or racism, but a painting of a face which looks to some blood-splattered, to others birthmarked. 

A preemptive strike in case a customer actually thinks something about something and god forbid, does something.

Don't think.

favorite things

favorite nut - macadamia
favorite group of the week - the killers
favorite food of the week - enchiladas
favorite word of the week - yes

porky pies and politics

not john lennon - part 2

nineninenine and the ghost of john lennon

9.9.9 is the date of the remastered beatles catalogue release. God bless the beatles of course, they have brought peace love and understanding to millions, but I can't help but wonder how many people will be shelling out for music they've already bought before. It's not inconceivable that the majority of buyers will be buying the music for at least the third time. Vinyl, CD, now remastered CD. 

Not to mention the ghost of John Lennon. My evening nap in front of the tv was interrupted by a badly-spliced voice over a dodgy clip of the great man himself. Laptops for every child may be a worthy cause, but does anyone have the right to put words into a dead man's mouth? He may, if alive, have argued that clean water for all is a bigger priority - we simply don't know. Press play and weep...

skinny latte and fries

The phone rings. "Hello, Mr Jones? This is just a quick courtesy call from -"

The switch in my mind flips from open interest to here-comes-a-sales-pitch. 

Imagine my surprise then, to receive a real courtesy call from my garage this week. Was the work carried out, did the wheels fall off later, were you harassed /insulted/attacked by the staff, was the coffee poisoned? etc etc. Not exactly the questions asked, but should I have been poisoned by a skinny latte and fries I would have been able to raise the issue.

Desperate times indeed.