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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 the cover of the 12" of his music.

ENJOY this extremely unusual passage from low-tempo 90s break-grooves through to dark nearly-jungle filth.

I capitalised it, so that you will find it more significant.

Unlike previous St Adamski Day mixtapes, I have actually mastered this a bit, so it's roughly the same volume throughout. THAT'S FINE, YOU DON'T NEED TO PAY ME.

Sit back and pretend it's the 90s again, when the world was good and all this current bullshit was a hilarious nightmare.

Please do share the mp3, btw, it's there to be listened to.


DeathBoy - St Adamski Day 2019
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in memory

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 lungs for 3 years or more.

I guess something must have gone wrong.

I wish I hadn't found her trail again, only to discover it's disappeared.

Miss you, lady. I will remember you and the chats we once had.

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Johnny Mnemonic

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 mid-90s-awful-charm.

In fact, and hilariously, they both feature Ice T in small roles. I'd forgotten for a while that it also features Dolph Lundgren AND Henry fucking Rollins (being, wonderfully, HENRY FUCKING ROLLINS - you know, like when you get a Dennis Leary cameo in which he's just DENNIS FUCKING LEARY for 30 seconds in the middle of Demolition Man).

Anyway. The film... not so good.

The short story, though, I loved that fucking thing.
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Right, I'm off to play videogames for a bit and listen to some righteous dub.

Be good, motherfuckers. Stay clear of the black ice.
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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! No point being gloomy all the time.

Come on, then... After three, a big, rousing cheer of "CHEER UP, GOTH!"

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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 roll...
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fuck it.

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 'n all.

I am a perfectly normal human worm baby and youz can all get fucked.
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Further oscillations

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 somebody.

Now I feel useless and fucking pointless again.

So that's awesome.

Additionally, somebody I like (not a goth - amazing, eh?) and had got very close to has, for no fucking reason, just decided to go off me, like I'm yesterday's fucking salad. I don't even know what I've done. Literally think they just saw enough of me to go 'yeah, done that now, bored. next.'

Piss to this for a game of chips.

I'm going to go and have a bath and do a fucking cry in the dark, I reckon.