Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response
ASMR eh? When I were a lad I thought that were the hand o’ god himself reachin’ down from the heavens to pat me on the head for bein’ a good Catholic boy.
Yeah, I was a weird kid.
Disordered Thoughts and Curmudgeonly Ramblings
Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response
ASMR eh? When I were a lad I thought that were the hand o’ god himself reachin’ down from the heavens to pat me on the head for bein’ a good Catholic boy.
Yeah, I was a weird kid.
And while we’re on a kick of just embedding YouTube videos rather than coming up with any original content, how about this then?
I’m happy to say I have never heard a song by LMFAO in my life (one of the advantages of avoiding commercial radio).
This however is fantastic.
Did you know that Nick Cave and Enya collaborated on a cover of Don’t Fear the Reaper?
No?
Well that’s good, because they didn’t, although enough people seem to think that Finnish goth band HIM sound enough like Nick Cave and Enya to misattribute their cover to them on file sharing networks. Here it is anyway…
Nick Cave? I can sort of hear it. Enya? Doesn’t sound anything like her!
Can’t say I’m a huge fan of HIM’s interpretation (not enough cowbell for a start), but each to their own.
(No doubt many HIM fans are now raging with fury that I dare to describe HIM as a “goth band”. No doubt many HIM fans think I actually care :D)
Went into work early today since I had lots to do, and a meeting at 10:00.
Walk out front door at 6:30. Five minutes later struck down with agonising stomach cramps. Stagger to train station, wait 12 minutes for train in various states of severe discomfort. Board train, can’t get seat. Stand at end of aisle, trying not to pass out and sweating like have malaria. Get off train at Perth station, stagger up to “City Place Rest Centre”, pay 50 cents for admission and spend next 15 minutes in toilet stall apparently expelling all major internal organs into bowl.
Stagger out to pharmacy to buy to Buscopan. Not open until 7:30. Go buy water at Trainstop Bakery. Slam finger in door of fridge. Endless agony and subungual hematoma. A distraction from bowels at least. Pharmacy finally opens, scoff down Buscopan like candy.
Get to work, only one in office. Mail server is down. Troubleshooting procedures fail. Phone call after phone call from disgruntled clients.
All things considered, decide to cancel my meeting.
Co-Worker: False is not a symbol? It might as well say Ego is not a Dirty Word!
Co-Worker: Does the name Robert Hughes ring a bell?
Me: Yeah… isn’t he that guy who died?
Co-Worker: No, the guy from Hey Dad!
Me: Oh, the guy we all hoped would die…
Got an enquiry call through at work today from a guy identifying himself as “Bin”.
I thought this was kind of odd until he started giving me his phone number – “Sux Two Sux…”
Ah! 😀
It worked! In your face gravity! 😀
Turned on Star Trek: The Next Generation last night to discover it was an episode featuring Ro Laren. This, I thought, was excellent, as I’m always up for some young Michelle Forbes.
The episode turned out to be Rascals.
Not quite that young thank you…
(Vaguely related, I once had a conversation with Stephanie regarding the merits of Bajoran noses. I happen to think they’re cute. She violently disagreed. Vive la différence!)