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(no subject) [Jul. 4th, 2005|11:27 am]
spaceysunday
You scored as Hippy.

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Hippy

69%

Slut

56%

Athletic Tomboy

50%

Popular Bitch

44%

Nerdy Girl

44%

Goth

19%

Preppy Girl

19%

Loser

13%

What type of girl are you?!!
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Hippy slut - interesting.

Free love..?
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and yet again, I jump on the bandwagon... [May. 5th, 2005|10:11 am]
spaceysunday
[Current Mood |lovedloved]
[Current Music |Blood Brothers: Peacock Skeleton with Crooked Feathers]

Yep, pretty accurate:


Your Birthdate: August 11

Your birth on the 11th day of the month makes you something of a dreamer and an idealist.

You work well with people because you know how to use persuasion rather than force.

There is a strong spiritual side to your nature, and you may have intuitive qualities inherent in your make up, too.



You are very aware and sensitive, though often temperamental.

Although you have a good mind and you are very analytical, you may not be comfortable in the business world.

You are definitely creative and this influence tends to make you more of a dreamer than a doer.





I used to be a doer, but definitely getting more dreamer-like by the day. As soon as i find my drive and tenacity (think I left them in my other jeans pocket) I'll be back to my get-things-done frame of mind.

To all the hitch-hiker's out there: we apologise for the inconvenience, normal service will resume shortly.
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Stories from the Soil [Mar. 30th, 2005|09:20 pm]
spaceysunday
[Current Mood |creativecreative]
[Current Music |Saint Saens - Danse Macabre]

I originally wrote this as a script for a graphic novel a couple of years ago. Only one major flaw with that plan - I can't draw comics. Obscure landscape paintings - no problem, but I couldn't illustrate this the way I've pictured it in my head. But then, this morning, I thought about doing something with the idea, so I dug it out from the murky depths of an old CD and took another look at it. I decided I still liked the story but I'll put the pictures to one side for now, and concentrate on the words instead. I've added a little prose to the dialogue to make it into a short story and this is the result so far:

I hope you enjoy reading it, i'll post other parts as i write them - which should be fairly soon...

xxxxxxx

Coulter’s Hand

Part One: The Game


This could have been anywhere, any time. It's been the same for hundreds of years, it'll stay the same long after I'm dead and some other poor sucker's sitting in my place.

A back room, a table and 52 pieces of card –that’s all it takes.

Men have been made her, broken here and sent to their doom from here.

This time it’s a cold, wet January night. This time it’s 1902. This time it’s the little-used second dining room of the Sainte-Victoire restaurant and patisserie. This time it’s London.

London. A sprawling mass of grime, poverty, stagnance and the filth of the rich, all circulating together like the foul stench of the open sewers. Round and round the narrow streets they flow; where they’ll stop, they’ll probably die of some disease or other; long forgotten in the midst of opportunity and the foggy mist of apathy.

They talk about change – it’s just around the corner. About opportunity, about revolution and about the possibility of what could be. But the next corner’s a long way off and the ink’s still wet on the placards of protest. Kings and Queens come and go and we play the hand we’re dealt with. After a while you realise one game’s just like the next; you’re in with the same odds for every round and luck’s a fair-weather friend at the best of times. Meanwhile, the real shit always rises to the top, floating on the surface and suffocating everyone below who’s forced to carry their overweight peerage because it’s the only way to survive. It’s no kind of life, but it’s the life we all know.

And we all have to deal with it. See? This is me dealing and getting on with it.

“Another round?”

So this is the room, these are the people, and this is how it's played out. It starts with four men. Always the same four men. There's the one you know, because dens like this don't exactly advertise in the Times Classified, but if you know the right places, spend enough time with the wrong people, you'll eventually gravitate to somewhere like here. I can't remember how it started, how I first ended up here, but does it really matter? I'm not here for the nostalgia, the fond memories I can look back on when I'm older and a greyer. It's just what I do.

So there's Charles; my good friend, my companion. He's as pompous and belittling as everyone born into his class, but I don't hold it against him. Usually. He thinks it does him good to socialise with the proletarians, break down the unjust system by bankrupting us with a full house instead of his idiot Kings' College chums. Then there's the one you don't know. He sticks to the shadows like a ghost, hiding in a shroud of his foul-smelling Turkish pipe tobacco. Not the most forthcoming of gentlemen: no name, no conversation - just the game. I like to call him Smiley. The fourth man; he was in way over his head before sat down. Before he even set foot in the door. He can't keep a poker face to save his life, which will be to his detriment when that day inevitably arrives. He's the nervous terrier type - trying to stand tall to the big boys. He's more likely to widdle on the carpet than call anyone's bluff and up the stakes.

And me? I'm the cynical bastard who's stupid enough to keep coming back, week after week. But broke enough to realise when to quit. Which should have been three hands ago.

"Jack?"

Charles is looking at me expectantly, a flicker of triumphant confidence flashes through his eyes for the briefest of seconds. But it's enough to seal my decision.

"Fold. Sorry, Charles - I'm out. Got an appointment with the local nick - the kind you don't miss.

"Until next week Charles...Gentlemen."

***

"C'mon you bastards! Do you think I've got all night? It's bad enough I have to be here at this ungodly hour, without waiting for you to pull your fingers out of your arses and actually do the work you're paid for!"

I ring the bell of the Bantham Lane Police Station again, hoping in vain that the Desk Sergeant will, for once, have actually followed his job description, stayed at his desk and heared my polite request to be let in out of the rain.

"I swear, if you don't open the door in the next five seconds, I'll take this bell and shove it so far down your-"

I hear a bolt slide open and a feint jangling of keys before the door opens and I'm illuminated by gas lanterns lining the front hall. With the smug air of one who knows exactly how cold and wet it is out there, the Desk Sargeant motions me inside:

"Evenin' Sarge."

***
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Desert Island Discs: So the stories go... [Mar. 15th, 2005|08:53 pm]
spaceysunday
[Current Mood |nostalgicnostalgic]
[Current Music |Soulwax - any minute now (finally, i like this album!)]

The format is simple: choose the eight records you would take with you to a desert island, plus one book and one luxury item.


RECORD ONE: Therapy? - Six Mile Water
REASON: Therapy? was the first gig I ever went to. I was 19 and went up to Liverpool to visit the Nekofairy and go see Therapy? supported by Groop Dogrill(who the hell?!!!!). It was a fantastic gig (the first of many!), we were right at the front and the Nekofairy even got the setlist for me, which I still have. I can't even remember if they played 'six mile water' or not, but it's an amazing song about friendship and belonging.

RECORD TWO: Nine Inch Nails - Closer
REASON: Nine Inch Nails saved me at art college when I thought I was stuck in indie hell. It was around 97/98 and you either liked Blur or Oasis. Or, if you were being really daring, possibly The Verve. I don't particularly mind this music, but I was beginning to wonder if anyone at college was into the same things as me. Until one day when I spotted a guy reading a copy of Kerrang. I made a beeline towards him and immediately drilled him on his musical influences. After a few conversations of "I can name more obscure bands than you can", we decided to swap tapes and I got a copy of Pretty Hate Machine/ Downward Spiral in return for him getting Toys in the Attic. After all these years we're still mates, and we still try to out-do each other with our current listening preferances. Nothing like a bit of healthy competitive-ness, i say!

RECORD THREE: Bright Eyes - The Calendar Hung Itself
REASON: It's really hard to pick just one Bright Eyes song, cos I love them all! But this is the first one I really got into after about 3 months of having the Fevers and Mirrors album - I always end up loving albums much more if they're quite hard to get into, initially. Bright Eyes, and other Conor Oberst bands like Desparecidos, just seem to say so much about the times we're living in and the way they effect people on every level. And if you ever read Conor's lyrics, they're written like prose, like he's just telling a story. They shouldn't fit the music but they do - I couldn't even imagine how you begin creating songs like that. And seeing them play live just a couple of days ago was one of the best performances I've ever seen.

RECORD FOUR: The Faint - Glass Danse
REASON: Long before I knew what this song was, or who The Faint were, I remember dancing to this in the very early days of Chicks Dig Jerks (Thursday nights at the Sunflower, y'all!). Maz used to play it as I'd bug her to put on a Cure song or The Teaches of Peaches, and it'd always get me dancing away by the DJ booth or on the stage downstairs. I remember if Matt was DJ-ing, you'd always get some crazy mad shit, and Dave always threatened to play "the Jovi" for my listening pleasure while Maz's set was always full of danceable, electro-type tunes I didn't recognise and at least one White Stripes song. Glass Danse reminds me of going out and good times - the ultimate dancefloor track.

RECORD FIVE: The Klopeks - CB Lovers
REASON: Me and the Snow_Turtle used to work with Chris from the Klopeks. He was with our company for about 3 or 4 months, I think, before deciding to up-sticks and escape to America for a while (it's what working in Solihull does to you). I saw him at the Academy after his return to these shores, and he told me he'd just auditioned for a band. The Band was The Klopeks, and seeing them live was a good mix of the best ska/punk/ up-beat/danceable/ original music I'd heard in ages. Quite simply, I love this band. And when they self-produced their first album and included a free CD of other local artists (all for £7 from fatcuban.com...plug endeth) I loved them even more. And this is a fantastic, romantic, soulful, emotional etc. etc. type of song.

RECORD SIX: Tom Mcrae - Boy with the Bubble-gun
REASON: "If songs could kill, this one is for you" has to be one of my favourite lines ever. But more significantly, this song reminds me of a boy I once new (I can call him a boy because he was at least a few months younger than me!) - a voice on the phone who was there to make me feel wonderful, and the one night that he called me from the Tom Mcrae gig and I lay in bed listening to some of my favourite songs being sung from hundreds of miles away. I don't talk to him anymore - he said Nine Inch Nails were a pile of dogshit and he preferred the Johnny Cash version of 'Hurt' ;p
But the Tom Mcrae gig is just one of those moments in life i'll always look fondly on.

RECORD SEVEN: Saint-Saens - Danse Macabre
REASON: Cos I'm such a cultured mo'fo, I thought I'd slip a classical one in there while no-one was looking ^_~ I do listen to classical music occasionally and, along with a bit of Beethoven, Haydn and more contemporary symphonic stuff by Philip Glass, Saint-Saens is amongst my favourites. Dance Macabre is one of those pieces of music that's haunting, dark, melodious and uplifting, pretty much all at the same time. Plus it was the theme tune to Jonathan Creek and in that Buffy episode where they all lose their voices, so it's all cool n'shit ;p

RECORD EIGHT: Mic Christopher - Heyday
REASON: So me and the Snow_Turtle were in Dublin at The Frames gig on New Years Eve, playing out the final minutes til 2005 by dancing away to the band on stage (I didn't know many of the words so I made up for it by dancing). Half-way through a song, the stage-lights went down and The Frames exited the stage as a big screen appeared and they crossed over to the New Years Countdown show with Gabriel Byrne (the late late show presenter). Gabriel Byrne introduced a super-group called The Friends Of Mic Christopher - friends of a talented singer/songwriter who'd tragically died 2 years ago, but whose song, 'Heyday", had become popular recently by being featured in a Guinness ad. The musicians included The Frames (which confused the hell out of most of the audience - they didn't realise the show was pre-recorded) Paddy Casey, Declan O'Rourke and the Snow_Turtle's sister, Miriam, singing their version of 'Heyday'. That was the first time I heard the song, and I loved its positive, live for the moment message. And it was cool seeing Miriam singing on the big screen in front of a room full of Frames fans ^_^

BOOK: The Count of Monte Cristo - Alexander Dumas
REASON: This has to be one of my all-time favourite books, simply because it's 1100 pages long and doesn't waste a single word. The writing style is compelling, engaging and beautiful. Plus it's partly about escaping from an island, so it's pretty appropriate for this. And at 1100 pages, it'll last you a while if there's nothing else handy for toilet paper ;p

LUXURY ITEM: my wee-small mini ipod
REASON: Stuck on a desert island with only 8 songs to listen to? You've got to be kidding me, right?!!!!!
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No-no, less emo, a-go-go, amigo! [Mar. 6th, 2005|09:09 pm]
spaceysunday
[Current Mood |sympatheticsympathetic]
[Current Music |Bright Eyes - Every Day and Every Night]

Many, many things to look forward to this week:

*Going to see my fave Norfolk-girl, Leann for a couple of days - much ensuing wedding-type plans to make (she gets married in September, I get a gorgeous, dark red Maid of Honour dress - we both win)

*A very fun night out in King's Lynn this Friday - at the moment it's bowling and maybe some bars, but I may have to push for clubbing too. After having such a cool time on the dancefloor of Flares (yep Flares - surprised me, too) with a bunch of party-happy mates last Friday, Spaceysunday's got her retro/Rn'B groove back and she wants to dance some more!

*Having my hair done at the lovely Maria's salon - soon it will be a shiny deep red again, as opposed to the slightly-washed-out brown with three inches of black roots that it is right now.

*Chicks Dig Jerks on Tuesday - plus it's at the Sunflower so, as well as getting to see the usual crowd, Sabia, Charlotte and (maybe) sunflower-Laura will be there too. And after, it's Neil's Children and Art Brut at NME - so a long night of hanging out with mates and watching bands.

*Meeting my brother for lunch tomorrow - ok, this is a weird one, but I've hardly seen him since he moved from Nottingham to London, and he's way less condescending than my other siblings so it should be fun.

*Sunday - it's the big one. The gig I've been looking forward to all year: Bright Eyes at Wolverhampton!!!!! Plus Rilo Kiley are supporting so, if it's possible, I'm looking forward to it even more ^_^

Thoughts: was listening to The Frames' live album when I was playing the model daughter and cooking a Mother's Day dinner earlier and, appropriately enough, 'God Bless Mom' came on. The chorus goes "You'll see how hard it can be, to keep your side of the deal", which got me thinking about two people I really care about, both of whose mums are seriously ill in hospital right now. I just feel a bit useless, knowing I can't do anything or say anything to help except letting them know I'm thinking about them and I'm there if they ever want to talk or anything.

It doesn't seem enough and it certainly doesn't seem fair, especially today.

I went through the whole dilemma of "should I call? Is it better to leave it? Would I really say anything helpful anyway?- probably not." It's impossible knowing what to do for the best, so I think I'll leave it for today, maybe call tomorrow. I just wanted to say that if you're reading this, I hope you're ok xxx
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one system to rule them all [Mar. 3rd, 2005|04:50 pm]
spaceysunday
[Current Mood |pessimisticpessimistic]
[Current Music |radio static]

"the system knows."
"…removes a lot of thought processes from creating documents"
"some of them require manual thought, but you can also get automated reminders"
"-you won't see this process"
"a complete picture of everything that happened"
"we can start drilling into it"
"slicing and dicing"
"it can calculate any question you can ever ask it"
"tell me companies, tell me people"
"the system will tell me."


It's called 'Concept'-ual thinking.
Lobotomies will commence June 2005
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"everything around her is a silver pool of light..." [Feb. 28th, 2005|09:24 am]
spaceysunday
[Current Mood |cheerfulcheerful]
[Current Music |Bloc Party: Silent Alarm]

"This is the first day of my life
Swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain, suddenly everything changed
They're spreading blankets on the beach

Yours is the first face that I saw
I think I was blind before I met you
Don't know where I am, don't know where I've been
But I know where I want to go"
(Bright Eyes| The First Day of My Life)

Was listening to this as I was getting ready for work this morning.
Pretty good way to start the day, I think ^_^




In the interest of following Faster1974's lead, I thought I'd find out what the 'interest meme' suggested for me:

Based on the lj interests lists of those who share my more unusual interests, the interests suggestion meme thinks I might be interested in
1. the rapture score: 9
2. radiohead score: 9
3. alcohol score: 9
4. the faint score: 8
5. music score: 8
6. beck score: 8
7. bloc party score: 7
8. the cribs score: 7
9. mclusky score: 7
10. black wire score: 7
11. books score: 7
12. the clash score: 7
13. photography score: 7
14. pink grease score: 7
15. mogwai score: 6
16. the jam score: 6
17. sex score: 6
18. the paddingtons score: 6
19. art brut score: 6
20. the pixies score: 6

Type your username here to find out what interests it suggests for you.

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Guess I'll be getting a ticket for the Art Brut gig, then...
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(no subject) [Feb. 24th, 2005|04:41 pm]
spaceysunday
[Current Mood |workingworking]
[Current Music |Kerrang on the office stereo]

Love The Onion:

Bush Determined To Find Warehouse
Where Ark Of Covenant Is Stored

WASHINGTON, DC—In a surprise press conference Monday, President Bush said he will not rest until the warehouse where the Ark of the Covenant, the vessel holding the original Ten Commandments, is located. "Nazis stole the Ark in 1936, but it was recovered by a single patriot, who braved gunfire, rolling boulders, and venomous snakes," Bush said, addressing the White House press corps. "Sadly, due to bureaucratic rigmarole, this powerful, historic relic was misplaced in a warehouse. Mark my words: We will find that warehouse." Bush added that, after they are strengthened by the power of the Ark, U.S. forces will seek out and destroy the sinister Temple of Doom.

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The night is young, but so am I. [Feb. 19th, 2005|03:48 am]
spaceysunday
[Current Mood |contentcontent]
[Current Music |Chet Baker - Embraceable You]

I love the Academy.
I fucking LOVE the Academy.

I've had good nights, bad nights and mediocre nights there but, tonight, I love the academy.

Tonight was the night after the morning I got paid.
Tonight was the day after I found out I got a pay rise - which means I get a bit extra to do a job I'm loving more every day.
Tonight was a text message saying 'let the weekend commence!'
Tonight was me, my friends, the music that soundtracks our lives and the dancefloor to live out our emotions.
Tonight was Chris, Scott and Dave DJing with a passion from the very first song to the very last note of The Faint - and us loving evey minute til the lights came up and it was time to go home.
Tonight, Daft Punk were playing in my house.
Tonight, I lost my friends, wondered about for a bit, stood on the balcony as Snow Patrol opened their DJ set with AC/DC and watched as the people below me grooved, applauded and held up their camera phones in appreciation.
Tonight, I found my mates again, along with a renewed fervour to hit the dancefloor like there was no tomorrow.
Tonight was youth.
Tonight was perfect moments.
Tonight will be tonight again next week.

Tonight is tomorrow is time to say goodnight. xxx
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better than botox? [Feb. 16th, 2005|05:34 pm]
spaceysunday
[Current Mood |mischievousmischievous]
[Current Music |Paddy Casey on Radio2]

I get distracted easily. Especially when it's my creative directer sending me fun, time-wasting links like this one:

Transform your face

So I took a picture of me on his laptop, uploaded it to the website and these are the less-scary results:









The transformations are (in order from top to bottom):

botticelli
manga
modigliani
mucha

Think I like mucha best. Also tried 'caucasian' and I ended up looking scarily like an old mate of mine...

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