After eight years it's time for a break.

Thursday, May 30, 2002

Guess what, kids?

There is no god and he doesn't love you anyway!

For those that haven't clued in, I have been well and truly Dooced. The site you're reading is, apparently, the downfall of capitalism and, more particularly, my employment. It looks like I'll be returning home sooner than I thought, thanks to the ministrations of particularly small individuals.

To make things even better, my mobile phone has gone walkabout this evening - so anyone who's ever contacted me, please get in touch and give me your digits again. Fuck knows I'll need them.

Right now, if you were to run that old line about this globe being stale, flat and unprofitable by me, I'd probably believe it. Some people have no concept of problem-handling, and some people are just outright fucktards. I don't know if this site will continue - fuck, at this point, I don't even know if I will.

Good night, sweet prince.

(I wanted this post to stay up the top for a while, but in the meantime, you may wish to check out some more reviews: this, this and this are new. Enjoy. In other news, my phone has turned up, too, which is nice.)

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Wednesday, May 29, 2002

Pending the long post I've promised, make sure you go look at this review. And then go buy their records. And go to their shows. And worship at rock's hem.

You know you want to.

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Tuesday, May 28, 2002

There'll be content coming, I assure you. I just am not in the mood at the moment. Until then, take a look at another review.

I am, in other news, currently at home if you feel like writing. I'll be getting the Russ post up sometime soon. For now, I'm listening to Oxbow and reading a book about a saxophonist bear.

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