I sit in my room and read books for nerdy children (apparently the walls of the Taj Mahal are filled with rubble, the marble is just a facade), look at a few hundred CDs and have to pinch my mum’s cheap player as I’ve none of my own, play Mortal Kombat’s puzzle mode over-and-over and wait for the weather to clear up so we can go outside to throw a frisbee about.
It’s like some kind of throwback to five years ago or so, just with a greater variety of music.
Read a lovely summary of Mario and Sonic getting together on the Guardian Games blog:
Frankly, Gerry Adams and Ian Paisley must be gutted that their potentially historic appearance together has now surely been superceded in the minds of many political pundits.
Quite.
There’s little left for me down here save family, photos of my childhood, a handful of old school friends, books, music and calm away from university. I had the very first metal I ever heard on the go earlier, courtesy of the free CD that came with Metal Hammer in April 2002. Down’s Beautifully Depressed still resonates just as strongly, the screams of Five Pointe O’s Untitled are still as shocking. I love how my mindset has subtly altered in the intervening years.
Rediscovering toasters has been a joy.