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Greetings, people of the Older Times! Speaking on behalf of the musical part of my life, I am happy to announce another marriage! This time, a marriage of quality and value ! OK, perhaps more accurately, a marriage of "twats who make music" and "lovely people who are prepared to publish this music". Which is to say, DeathBoy is joining the excellent Analogue Trash label, with real,…
just FYI, I am, after SOME YEARS, marrying the shit out of somebody I met here on LJ. I am LITERALLY doing a marry on joellevand That will learn her. Also, I got in quicker than her to do this post so ner ner ner. I love her very much and I am WAY faster at getting into oldschool systems than her. WOOOO. I GET TO MARRY HER! WHEEEEEE!!!!
Well, obviously I am only popping my head back in because Facebook is currently (and hilariously) dead as a dodo. I have been a busy man this evening, doing Life Things. But now I'm exhausted and I need to contact some people I normally only speak to on *drumroll*: Messenger. Fuck. Best email them and let them know about Signal, etc. Or just go back to using Telnet talkers again. That could work.…
Welcome, you sickening metallic pervert. I don’t know why I even tolerate you, my dues to the club have long since been settled and yet still you show up with your corrugated spleen and your laminated nipples. What? Oh, it’s you. With your simple fleshy appendages and some kind of yellow blancmange for a CPU. I suppose you will suffice. Bend yourself over the table there and we’ll get on with the…
I'm listening to "End of an Error" and because it comes from the time in my life where LJ was a thing, I'm checking in here. I remember HOW HARD I tried to make people like this album. I made loads of preview tracks! MANUALLY! I made LJ posts with them in! This was back when we thought people would buy music. Now they don't, which is mostly fine, because I never made a shitload from the music and…
An entirely blank page. The ACTUAL enemy of the writer. Well done, lads. You made LJ suck MORE. Gotta say, I admire your genitals. I guess I'll keep coming back because... oh, wait... god this place sucks.
https://soundcloud.com/deathboy/scott-deathboys-hangover-part-3 The year was 2027. By this time, all human spleens had become sentient. Not just sentient but… aroused. And not just angry. They were worse. So much worse. They were needlessly verbose. Into this half-destroyed, half ruined, half zebra, half baseball bat in a trifle you’d been particularly looking forward to future loomed one man.…
I know you've been waiting. I know it's been 10 years. But I can happily pronounce that TODAY. is ST ADAMSKI DAY. 90s rave. Hands that go immediately in the air. Awful mixing. An hour of the best music that a lazy, horrible man can find and poorly crossfade. ALL OF THIS IS YOURS. NOW. All hail St Adamski, our still living saint of all 90s music. And his lovely (but sadly now dead) dog that was on…
OK, it's not down, they're just suffering some global gratuitous CDN fuckup, but it's nice to dream. Anyway. Who's still alive here, then, eh?
for the wonderful _yungfuktoi_
Once upon a time, some years ago, I knew a girl called breath_seeker . I hadn't talked to her in many, many years and came looking for her today. My heart leapt when I googled the right things and found her again. Then it crashed into the floor when I saw her LJ has been memorialised. She was a recipient of a lung transplant, though when I knew her, she had been functioning happily with her new…
There's a short story in Burning Chrome, a collection of William Gibson's short stories (named after one of them). It's probably better known than a lot of his other stories because it was turned into a relatively awful mid-90s movie, with Keanu lurching into his first beautifully wooden portrayal of a partially aspergic leet future hax0r. The movie's got an almost (but not) Tank Girl level os…
HELLO, MY FILTHIES. yep, well, here I am again with a massive ball of shite I did wrong/has messed my head up/LA LA LA. FUCKING HELL. So, I'm 38 now (wow to that) and I'm trying to a) keep my job going without killing anybody / getting fired (actually, my colleagues are almost entirely awesome with a few exceptions and OH GOD THE STRESS). Only ranked above b), because if I fuck this up, WOW will…
Scuse the stream of glumness here. As you might have guessed, I've popped back for a bit because I have some things to say that I don't want to air on Facebook, which contains far too many people that will get the arse with me / think less of me, etc. I know you reprobates already know what I'm like and feel happier talking freely here. I am, however, going to try to pull my head out of my arse!…
Yo, fuckers! Writing this on the train... such a strange experience to post to lj from a phone again. Reminds me of 2003! I am in a better mood this morning. Plus, this evening, i get to see my son and tomorrow I travel to visit my awesome mates in Devon :D Just have to get through a day of work, then all shall be smiles :) Could do with another 48 hours of sleep, mind you... OK! Time to rock and…
You know what? Bollarks to this for a game of soldiers. I'm not going to mope, I'm going to have a nice bath with some cracking scifi to watch, then I'm going to watch some particularly innovative pictures of men and ladies taking their clothes off, then I'm going to read some fucking comics and have a decent night's sleep. To fuck with caring what people think. And I'm going to eat a fucking cake…
Had a really good day, today, quite unexpectedly. Work went really well and we scored some huge and much-deserved wins. Then, out of nowhere, a well-loved friend I said ello to lashes out and makes me feel like I'm an ugly teenager in the fucking club, surrounded by the cool, attractive types who're all laughing in my face because I don't belong and it's funny that I once dared to cop off with…
Have realised while in conversation with a friend that rave music was, essentially, a pesticide developed to exterminate those goths that survived the end of the 80s. Unfortunately, it had the effect of creating a superstrain of nearly unkillable gothics who were immune to most dance music. Now, only the most gratuitous and toxic forms of dubstep may be used to correctly exterminate unwanted goths…
Oh yeah. Wouldn't post this anywhere else, but hey, you guys know me, right? :P MORTIFYING moment today. I'm on a Very Low Calorie Diet thing where I eat packet-food two days out of five. It's really working and I'm happy about it. It has, however, made me gassy. Today, I jumped out of the way of a colleague to allow them to pass and... broke wind briefly. -- but quite, quite unignorably, in…
UGH. I am full of manic energy. Not bipolar-manic (not on the scale that feels like when it happens), just a heady mixture of too much work, not enough sleep, a big spoonful of anxiety, a soupcon of regret and a massive and delicious trifle of caring far too much about what other people think. Feels a bit like having had too much caffeine, except that I've been good with keeping my intake low…
Oh! I knackered the link to my book in my last post. D'oh. In case you were interested, the Horrorscopes can be found here! (thanks for telling me it was busted!)
[EDIT]: fixed me link to the book! Soooooo recently, I have... * Survived Christmas actually quite well. My family is a bit fighty, so a 'quiet' Christmas is a bit lack-lustre, but also refreshingly lack-punch-up. More importantly, I got to see my son loads and he got to see his grandparents loads. Relations with his mom are still really good, which makes me immensely happy and life a lot easier…
Today, I threw away the anti-depressants I'd held onto "for a rainy day". I don't need them any more. Last time I took them was as a stupid, painful show of how fucked-up I was while my relationship with my erstwhile wife was falling apart. Haven't needed them in years, and it's stupid to keep a box of drugs about for a meltdown that isn't going to happen. I've not been that kind of depressed…
would you say that you'll stay for a while wrap your arms around and tell me it's alright I can't see very far now the paths have all turned dark I just need a little company tonight would you watch me carve your name into my arm every letter makes a groove provides a modicum of calm I'm not my anymore cast the bastard out the door I'm the demon living right behind your eyes I keep holding tight…
My life is rarely simple. It's Sunday. So I need to do the washing. Of course I do. NORMAL SCOTT. Very normal. Of course, then I realise that the last time I recorded the sound of my washing machine (WARNING WARNING), I only used my mobile phone and the recording quality wasn't really high enough to justify the fact that I used it as the basis of an industrial track (WARNING) and I should really…