Nightmare

My computer is currently getting repaired and I am without... pretty much everything.

I have spent this morning round my parent's house attempting to get my mother's computer operating at a pace slightly above snail like. Possibly succeeded. Non too sure.

It refuses to charge my MP3 player anyway, it knows it is there, it goes through the motions of charging, but doesn't actually share its power.

I am unimpressed.

I can't work like this.

Please Mr Computer Repair Man. Hurry. Hurry.

Hurry.

Get A Job

Just a quick word on this Perez story.

Isn't it odd that a guy earning like no money is trying to get custody of some kids? He can't pay his legal fees but he's going to look after the kids yeah? And it's not like he's defending in the case, isn't he the actual aggressor? It's like "I'm taking you to court for custody of the kids and you're sure as hell going to pay for my lawyers".

K-Fed is a dick.

I remember, what, this time last year? when all the news was saying the same thing "well done Britney for getting rid of that dick".

Oh how I yearn for those halcyon days...

Finding Avril in the Most Unexpected of Places

I've just finished reading The Lies of Locke Lamora by Scott Lynch, a novel I was given by a friend to read to try and convince me that fantasy novels are where it's at. Not that I have anything against genre fiction you understand but fantasy novels always seem to be so long and involved, caught up in their own created worlds in a way which (generalization alert; based on my own limited involvement with the genre) seems wholly insular, rather than using alternate worlds to look at our own.

On the one hand I did quite enjoy the book: it's well written, good plot (once it knows where it's going), larger than life characters; on the other hand it didn't really change my opinion of fantasy writing: for the first 100 or so pages I found myself wondering (as I always do when reading fantasy novels) who on earth can be bothered to come up with so many names for things? I know its not as bad as coming up with a different language for your fantasy world but still ... surely there's more productive things to be done.

So that's a bit of a crap point, i accept it, and I did get over it to enjoy the book, but I think it demonstrates the point adequately on insularity.

And, to the main point of my post, though it still has to do with naming; at a point late on in the book Locke Lamora uses the name Galdo Avrillaigne, which, if it's not immediately apparent, is Avril Lavigne with the space and the 'v' missing.

You see how hard naming so many things is?

Linkin Park?

Here there was going to be a kinda congratulatory post about Avril winning two MTV Europe awards last night. A post saying that the people of Europe have spoken and fuck you Perez. If I could have been arsed to write it last night then that would have been it.

But on reflection some of that company she's keeping makes me wonder...

I mean Linkin Park? Best Band? Is that a sick joke (and I say this as someone who has defended them in the past when people have slagged them off in conversation but frankly some of the last album was completely indefensible)?

And then Justin Timberlake not winning a thing? Come on... Although the thought had occurred to me that his album was released last year and so maybe that's fair enough on a lack of product basis (tho he has been killing us with singles from the album...)

And Girlfriend beating Umbrella for "most addictive track"? What the ?

Her performance was cool enough. It must be a little boring going round the world promoting, playing one song repeatedly, trying to look fresh, interested, even when there's no cool Japanese guys backing you... But she pulled it off.

Why she thought joining that guy from the Foo Fighters whose name escapes me even though he's the most famous guy in Rock (how come the Foo Fighters weren't nominated in any category? costheyreshit?) (Dave something?) in the "VIP Bar" would be a good idea I don't know. Not that anything bad happened it was just so awful and pointless and banal. She should have remained her famously aloof self...