A ray of sunshine

In a world chock full of news that's either bad (murders up the ying-yang) or tiresome (plot developments on EastEnders is not news, people!) or both (pleasepleaseplease SHUTUPABOUTTHE FRICKINGOLYMPICS!), it's a delight to get news that actually makes me happy. Yesterday, I got such news.

On Monday, the wonderful Jennifer and her beloved Rachel got married by that marvellous invention, a liberal priest. Since this is Bush's America we're talking about it's not a legally binding marriage (not that it would be over here either, alas), but they're married in the eyes of right-thinking people. This is one wedding I'd have happily attended; my congratulations and love to the happy couple. There's hope for us all.

Upgrading and Cycling

I'm in a down mode now.

I don't think I'm a manic-depressive, but I hate being in this shift cycle of mine - it always seems to be a streak of bad feelings followed by good ones, then bad again, and so on... all I can do is wait for the mood to pass. What gets me through it is that I know it will pass; the law of averages, it's always darkest before the dawn and all that. The trouble is, you have to go through the bad stuff to get there. And the bad stuff lasts too long, but the good stuff is never long enough.

If I was a drug-taker (other than the stuff for my diabetes, of course) or a boozer, I'd probably have a way out. I can't even get around to any kind of writing... oh wait a minute...

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Upgrading.

Not myself, my music.

Before I discovered CDs with the Searching for Bobby Fischer soundtrack, I was mainly a cassette person (vinyl was too bulky to have around my bedroom). I never really saw the need for upgrading the lot to CD unless there's extra music like Rambo: First Blood Part II... until I started listening to my tapes, going through them all backwards (I'm on John Scott now). And shit, some of them sound bad - not musically, sonically. Plus having to skip tracks - like the Se7en soundtrack, where I only listen to the Howard Shore tracks - is simplicity itself on a turntable or a CD player, but trial and error with cassettes.

I can see their point now. The only trouble is, not all of them are that easy to find on CD (and as for vinyl...).

Was it the "no life" crack?

No wonder I haven't heard from Jen thus far... really, truly sorry.

But you do talk about football a lot though, don't you? I know that would make you the perfect woman for some guys - still, it beats makeover shows.

Again, Go Patriots! (I still haven't forgotten that quarrel with FD.)

SOMEBODY MOTIVATE ME!!!

I need to get spurred to move away from Sharon; a good person, yes. A thoughtful person, yes. But why does she react to every little thing like it's the end of the world? And I can't really bring myself to say "For fuck's sake woman stop overreacting!" for what should be obvious reasons. Namely that she takes care of me.

I need to get spurred to post more often (what's Butch got that Jennifer, MuffinMan and myself don't? Oh yeah, a life).

These four things blah blah blah...

1. If Elektra does well, Halle Berry will never want to be in the same room as Jennifer Garner.

2. Peta Wilson fans really need to get the fuck over it and stop bitching about Jenny.

3. The first five minutes left me looking forward to it even more.

4. Jennifer Garner's butt is a gift from the heavens.

Don't go, Cindy!

By the way, belated thanks to Butch for borrowing my award idea...

The sight of Cindy Crawford on and in UK Vogue... suddenly it's like she's never been away. Which is technically true - she just hasn't been so visible in years.

If we're very lucky this'll be a harbinger of things to come this year. It's already gotten off to a good start - the see-through ones and that one of her in a black minidress not only confirm (as if any proof was needed) her MILF status and her stance as one of the all-time classic models, but also pretty much blow away many younger models and give those who don't look sick in comparison something to live up to. More please, Cindy! And bless you...

What have I listened to lately...?

The first thing I bought for the year was an album of music from Four Star TV shows - before your time and mine, I know. A whole load of terrific TV themes; too bad it'll most likely never be put on CD (reissues of albums that only run 22 minutes ain't viable).

Ladies update...

MuffinMan very kindly let me have Eva Longoria - Desperate Housewives arrived in the UK this week, and didn't exactly bomb - so maybe I should change the list.

Then again, maybe not.

Whither Hater?

He's been MIA for a while now, and these Zoos are really piling up now!

Okay, so it's a New Year. So?

I saw in 2005 the only way I could - fast asleep.

"Auld Lang Syne" my foot - a better song to sing would be "Won't Get Fooled Again" (until film music enemy Jerry Bruckheimer hijacked it for CSI: Miami, anyway). It should be a brand new year, a chance to start over... yeah, right. People will still die in mass amounts, work will still be crappy, and I'll still be waiting to get time off work (some of which will have to go to trekking up to Edgware to give blood to be examined, dammit). And all those stupid fireworks being let off all over the place...

So what do I do? Wish 'em all a happy New Year and wait for December to roll around. Again.