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Posted by Matt on April 16, 2008 at 4:02am

Today I started this blog because I saw the little button saying 'My Blog'. Woooooooo

Herr Steppenwolf

Posted by sleepy jack on April 16, 2008 at 2:41am

Steppenwolf isn't by any means my favorite book. I'm just sayin' that In Rainbows follows the plot and theme of it perfectly.

Oh my God!

Posted by The Jen Smith on April 15, 2008 at 10:39pm

Ok, I am not going to 10 shows this tour. I am going to two. I am going to Ireland and floatind down the Liffey and I have pit tickets for San Diego!"Screw you guys. I'm going home!"The Jen Smith

Strages Senium 1

Posted by Jelle on April 15, 2008 at 8:57pm

more to follow

blog

Posted by michael on April 15, 2008 at 6:39pm

blog blog?uh

Playlist attempt #1: "Not so well-known, brilliant pop songs"

Posted by Nik T. on April 15, 2008 at 6:30pm

new and not so new, somewhat forgotten pop songs. every possible pop genre, from baroque and orchestral to britpop and dream pop, is included.1. Linda Scott - I've Told Every Little Star (1961, I've Told Every Little Star)2. Fleet Foxes - He Doesn't Know Why (2008, Fleet Foxes)3. John Phillips - April Anne (1970, John Phillips)4. Jean-Claude Vannier - Danse des mouches noires gardes du roi (1972, L'enfant assassin des mouches)5. Talk Talk - Hate (1982, The Party's Over)6. Lou Christie - Paper Song (1971, Paint America Love)7. Tindersticks - Traveling Light (1995, TIndersticks (II))8. Serge Gainsbourg - Bonnie and Clyde (1968, Initials B.B.)9. Piana - Early In The Summer (2005, Ephemeral)10. Scott Walker - Thanks For Chicago Mr. James (1970, Til The Band Comes In)11. Tocotronic - Verschwör dich gegen dich (2007, Kapitulation)12. Blur - Theme From An Imaginary Film (1994, Parklife (Single))13. Gene Clark - Echoes (1967, With the Gosdin Brothers)14. Love - Always See Your Face (1969, Four Sail)

A Startling Revelation

Posted by Andrew Dollface on April 15, 2008 at 5:12pm

"Doing nothing is doing something." Right?

Chula Vista...

Posted by kuddos on April 15, 2008 at 3:30pm

Finally I got my tix yeii!.. I got lawn, but I least I got tickets! .. this is barely my second RH concert and after being 3 feet away from Thom last time, this time is going to be... traumatizing :Sif anyone of you guys are going to that show, we can meet there...

When the dogs did run from me!

Posted by The Board Leprechaun on April 15, 2008 at 3:53am

This be a favorite leprechaun drinking song of mine. I said it be a favorite but I realized none among you would know it.It does speak of ungentlemanly things so fair madiens be warned as it may be too vulgar at times for thy tastes.When The Dogs Did Run from Me4 Leprechauns be in a bar drinking away their painand having fellowship at the end of their dayOne kept complaining to everyone who'd hearof the farmer's dog that did give him the fear.When getting the farmer's vegatables the dog was awareand this poor one complained it did bite his underwearHe sat right down and told this tale to the other 3who each in turn told their tales of when the dogs did run from me!Chorus:Though theres much greater and full of brawnthere be none braver than the wise leprechaunOur speed of thought escape even the sharpest of teethso raise your ale up high and get off your seatsinging la la la la hidey ho li!now sit back down drink and hear as another tells you whyThe first told the bitten one his tale of vicitoryhe went to steal vegatables when the farmer he did seeHe became much afeared as the dog did towards him ranthought himself a wise yet very foolish planHe pulled off his hat and pulled his coat over his headand instead of running away ran at the dog insteadThe dog did yipe and was a afraid as a monster he did seeand that be the day the dog did run away from merepeat chorusThe second leprechaun told them of the dayhe went to collect a wager but the farmer would not payHe let loose his wolflike beast but he did not fleesaying it will take more than this to scare a leprechaun like meThe dog did snarl but the leprechaun put out his armand the dog clamped down upon it like a lucky charmThe farmer thought of the leprechaun he now had no worryuntil the leprechaun kicked his dog in his goolyThe dog did run hurt having been kicked in its ballsand the farmer gave up the gold: "problem solved"the second leprechaun did say "thats how it worked for meon the day that the dog did run away from me"Repeat chorusThe third leprechaun said those be mighty talesbut I found a way with dogs that works and never failsI did drink much ale and from the farmer stole me a snackbut the farmer saw me take it and sent his dog on attackThe beast he did come growling and I did freezein my very boots I thought this would be the end of meThe dog nearly reached me with his shiny teethbut soon recoiled when on his face I took a mighty leakI did piss a stream upon it it ran and did screamthe day the dog did run away from meSing chorus yet a bit slower and ends with clapping and then it is free to all to speak of other ways to avoid dogs in their own poem form.There are many more ways told in lyric form as time goes on and more is added but I remember only fully clearly these three.I hope this gives you the merriment![ @) :{ ) >

Ordinary Day

Posted by Missaci on April 15, 2008 at 2:03am

. . . hj foi um dqueles dias normais, em q nada acontece. choveu, eu envelheci mais um pouco.só!!!

"You have no recent activity yet. Why not start something?"

Posted by Noli me tangere on April 15, 2008 at 12:46am

That's how this page welcomed me this morning. Made me a bit angry. I closed it straight away since I had to run to the bus after printing a few articles I had to read and highlight during the 30-minute trip to the hospital...LACKING TIME, MY FRIENDS!!!I wonder who really has the time to have a blog and post regularly. It's like if life brings its lot of responsibilities that make your spare time really rare. Bored teenagers? People who can pretend they are working while online? Retired people?But you made that page, what are you whining about? you say, with your usual wisdom.Of course you're right. I guess I was just thinking, in a kind of fantasy, that I'd be able to put plenty of interesting stuff on this page? Well. Maybe one day!In the meantime, I'm just complaining, which I do really well when I really want to. But I must confess that not getting enough sleep can turn you into a green grinch with an ugly furred coat and a funny hat.Not why don't you go back to these articles, silly girl?

Stephen Hawking

Posted by audrey horne on April 15, 2008 at 12:15am

Leave My Spoons Alone

Posted by Lester Chaykin on April 15, 2008 at 12:13am

I suspect that there is a devious and cunning force at work which maneuvers spoons in my kitchen sink.I am yet to witness this in action but i understand the sly, malicious and complex nature of such a force. This disgusting entity I will name "Dave".I have come to realize that the intention of these maneuvers is to leave spoons facing upwards, directly underneath my hot water tap. This causes the water to rebound in an aggressive fashion towards me each time i use the tap.If Dave does not withdraw from this relentless and outright evil attack, I will be forced to remove all spoons from the premises.

Kid 17

Posted by kyleliv3 on April 14, 2008 at 11:13pm

I found an album that is Kid A played twice at the same time but the second time is 17 seconds behind. In a weird way, it matches up well. You should check it out.

Fuckin eh, d00dz!!

Posted by Palmer on April 14, 2008 at 8:30pm

Watch out, Florida! I'm coming to Tampaaaaarrrrgh/St.Pete! Two (and a half, thereabouts) days of happy fun time with mr minus mcawesomeface. Oh yeah, and Radiohead, whoever the fuck that is.Best birthday ever. *stern nod*

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Posted by mela... on April 14, 2008 at 8:24pm

dear people of the internetit is monday. it was busy and now i feel like collapsing. but i might have to watch grey's anatomy and private practise.of course that is bad taste, but hey... i mean. uhm.other than that, my virtual friends, nothing.i'll keep you updated.

Ivan Brunetti!

Posted by Harri (zonn) on April 14, 2008 at 3:46pm

Oh how I love Ivan Brunetti. Let me count the ways: his undeniable love of kitties whilst tearing down humanity's villainous ego, the biographies of people that I am very fond of (Val Lewton, Louise Brooks, Erik Satie), the biographies of people I never would have given a damn about (etc), he named a book HAW!, he's friends (and idolizes) Chris Ware, and he's funny. Read Schizo everybody.

Why do Radiohead snub Detroit?

Posted by Comfis on April 14, 2008 at 11:06am

It is 10 years since Radiohead last played in Detroit! And for a third American Tour they won't visit Detroit, though it is the 13th market for the british band.. Here is an interesting article about the Radiohead - Detroit issue

Innocence is a pall which covers the eyes from the truth. She gazed lovingly at herself grinning, what a lovely thing! Oh, that a thousand strings should sound together so harmoniously! In this form

Posted by E on April 14, 2008 at 6:00am

Innocence is a pall

which covers the eyes

from the truth.

She gazed lovingly at herself

grinning, what a lovely thing!

Oh, that a thousand strings

should sound together so harmoniously!

In this form she could do anything.

The demon slept, dormant

in the recesses of the mind.

A day of fate

a day of rainclouds

a day of tragic awakening.

The poor girl arose

bright-eyed, gleaming with vitality.

The demon stirred,

opened one eye lazily, then the other.

Wings, huge dark wings

taloned wings

snapped impatiently.

The demon arose

hungry for prey.

She gazed lovingly at herself--

what a glorious shell!

But--

oh dear.

The demon swooped down,

landed on the girl

and wrenched her eyes open.

What imperfection!

What flaws!

What a hideous creation!

The pall had been lifted,

the demon roamed free.

She poked

She prodded

She hid.

She longed to close her eyes again

but the demon kept them open.

It gnashed its teeth,

it fed on dreams,

it laid eggs of destruction in the mind.

She covered her ugliness

with earthly palls,

hid away from the world.

But the demon,

the fertile demon and its cursed eggs,

remained.

A time bomb of inevitability

had been placed,

waiting for detonation.

Cracking, pecking,

feebly emerging,

the eggs were broken to reveal

little hideous monsters,

more vicious together

than the demon itself.

The shells littered the ground--

the girl

poor girl

left naked, shivering

among shards of the wall

she had built to hide in.

At first the demons were quiet,

feeding off of the girl

slowly watching her decay

but then the whispering began.

Everything she did was wrong.

The demons told her so.

They ate her away

until she was a skeleton,

a shadow of herself.

They became her.

The corridors of her mind

were occupied by demon mass,

they were everywhere!

They twisted everything

into a hellish nightmare.

She longed to wake up.

Pinch, pinch, pinching

pain would shake her free.

If only she were alive again,

the monsters would let her be!

We exist forever in this awkward waltz-- your trembling hand on my quivering waist and we feel... is this expected of us? The analysis of man has blinded us to our own shortcomings and you step on my

Posted by E on April 14, 2008 at 6:00am

We exist forever

in this awkward waltz--

your trembling hand on my quivering waist

and we feel...

is this expected of us?

The analysis of man

has blinded us to our own shortcomings

and you step on my feet,

I stumble and fall.

You will pick me up

but only when they tell you to.

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