if you think that i'm nothing

Time:

10:32 am.

I'm with Suze, with Charmian and with Sarah on the whole linking issue: there's only linking favouritism and powerplay if you put it there. It's a series of a href tags, not all the love and attention one will ever get in one's life.

Well, hopefully.

And, you know, there are people who /aren't/ on, say, my LJ friends list but I read them anyway - just not as part of the same trawl, because my friends list is /already/ full to bursting (as you'd tend to notice when you're only checking it once or twice a day >_<) or i prefer to read them undiluted, or i like their layouts. I /severely/ doubt that the lack of a link from this particular unimportant self-obsessed little twink is going to make them depressed to the point of angstpuppy sixth-form poetry.

I'm such a sucker for stating the obvious.

I also am still in a state of '...spft'.

...spft.

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Subject:	i /really/, /really/, like lostprophets.
Time:	11:55 pm.
Mood:	nostalgic.
Music:	lostprophets - shinobi vs. dragon ninja (in head).

damn my eyes. I never meant to, I was quite happy quietly quite-liking them, but all those viewings of the shinobivsdragonninja video looking out for a mate of mine dancing at the side have warped my brain. And the deciding not to get their single on 7" this morning (why do rhythm have to be having a sale? i'd hate them if i didnae love them so much) probably clinched it, as these things do. Plus, they have this /neat/ li'l mecha dude logo. Almost /exactly/ like one of the UNKLE logos. Watch me never mention that thought to anyone ever again.

And I won't be able to see them when they play, because the gig's sold out. Argh. Argh Argh. /And/ they're being supported by BRMC (*heart*, *heart*). At least I have Official Permission to see ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead (/love/ typing that name) alo~ne next next thurs. Mmmm, gigging on my own. Something I /love/ doing, in the manner of all our well-derided Freak Loner Freak types.

Anyway.

I [shoujoheart] nostalgia tv: the clips from tv shows loosely related by year or topic or cultural norm and linked by b-list celebrities who can't /quite/ remember what exactly the thing was but are being cattleprodded into talking about it, and if you can't find a celebrity deemed socially relevant to the topic of the piece of nostalgia tv, then jamie theakston, bless 'im, will always step in to present it for you. All the pundits seem to hate nostalgia tv: they whinge in endless columns about how unnecessary it is, how annoying the people are on it, how it's a sign of the sad state of modern telly. And, you know, I'd be the first to admit that "I love 1999" was a /bit/ out of hand. But still!

I just watched the 100 greatest kid's tv shows of all time, or whatever it was called, and realised how very wonderful nostalgia tv is: it's given me memories of programmes which were taken off air many years before i was born! I can rhapsodise about tiswas and the tube As If I'd Watches More Than A Few Disembidied Clips Ever In My life Ever! I know the story of The Magic Roundabout /off by heart/, and I will readily debate the relative merits of beiyker grooove and graynge hiww despite having been far too pretentious a chibi to have ever watched 'em: too like soaps, and i never 'did' soaps.

Plus, you know, these things /did/ define our lives to a certain extent: get any collection of similar-aged kids together and when conversation lapses from the usual pleasantries it will automatically fall into of discussion kids' tv, into listing as many programmes as you can remember and mutual remembrances of April's yellow jumpsuit in teenage mutant hero turtles. It's the best way to connect: the slashing of bert and ernie, the prepubescent crushes on members of legs'n'co, the (profoundly untrue, dammit!) urban myths about Captain Pugwash (NO Seaman Staines, NO Master Bates, and Definitely NO Roger the Cabin Boy (who /was/ in arthur ransome, actually)). And It's also identity: were you Bertha or Postman Pat? The Clangers or Bagpuss? Basil Brush, Roland Rat or Gordon the Gopher?

And Timmy Mallet, amazingly, is still an incredible prat. Can't someone kill him already?

My hair is a rather bright shade of purplish pink. When did cute_yet_oddly_annoying_boy from Gravitation become my fashion icon? ^_^

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