Disgrace

The embarrassment of reading the shit you wrote five-to-eight years ago. Particularly the really early stuff. Was I really such an insufferable idiot? I’m pretty sure I wasn’t. I’m pretty sure in actual life I was relatively pleasant to people and not constantly seething with inarticulate rage. Perhaps I thought overplaying minor annoyances was entertaining.

All is Vanity

  I would add to this thing, only I have neither reason nor inclination. Also I find the very concept quite suspect, as I've said before. Rest assured that all you're missing is the usual staleness.

  Oh, actually, I do have an announcement. My friend Daniel Talbot and I are The Wrong Treatment, and we make horrible sounds for partially comedic and entirely self-indulgent purposes. We've assembled two releases: a festive EP and an album which, whilst theoretically not bound to any season, has a greater number of Christmas-themed tracks than would statistically be expected. Both are available from Archive.org, and I present them to you now:

Christmas: The Definitive Collection
We're So Sorry

  Yes, it is meant to sound like that. Now fuck off so I can get back to whatever it is I've been doing all this time.

WEBSITE

Stevenf of Spamusement has created a new website: Somniphobia. It’s an anonymous forum. I don’t think you’re going to get any in-depth discussions there, but it might be good for a bit of weirdness.

This blog is still dead, by the way. This post is merely an illusion. Stop imagining things you fucking lunatic.

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT

TRAUBSTER SMELLS OF SEX WITH OTHER MEN.

This place is quite, quite dead

  Yeah, I don’t think I’m keeping this whole blogging thing up very well. Don’t expect any sort of revival. I was just reminded that this thing existed, so I decided a token pointless post would be as much fun as a bowl of rice with no rice or bowl in it. I will, however, note that I made a compilation of songs rather unhumorously titled ‘Mixtapir’ which can be found here. Try not to shit yourself out of excitement.

Intelligent Dance Music

  I don’t want to talk to you about music. What I want to talk to you about is the name of a genre of music. There is something incredibly arrogant about the title ‘intelligent dance music’. That something is, of course, that it implies that other dance music is somehow intellectually lacking. This may or may not be the case, but I hardly think it’s the place of one subgenre to make implicit relativistic statements about qualities other genres or subgenres other than that which is directly related to the music. Dance music isn’t something I have a huge amount of interest in, and what I do like would probably be almost exclusively classified as ‘IDM’, but it’s nonsense to declare a type of music as superior in its very name. I would imagine that most genres are named by those with a keen interest, and these people are predisposed to thinking the genre in question superior to those in which they find less appeal. If this became a trend we’d end up with subgenres called things like ‘better than that other genre’, ‘great’ and ‘auralgasm’.

  I also hate how absolutely everyone thinks their taste in music is eclectic.
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I’m grumpy and I want the world to know about it

  Why do teenage girls on buses around here insist on singing in that slightly irritating warbly female vocalist in a rap-or-garage-or-whatever track fashion, made all the more irritating by the fact that they’re either quite average and think that they’re good or really bad and produce sounds that offend my ears profoundly? The first time I encountered it I assumed it was some over-excited girls encouraged by inebriation and mutual endorsement, but I’ve encountered it on several occasions now, and have come to the conclusion that it’s acceptable behaviour in one of the numerous groups people seem intent on dividing themselves into.

Everything you do is a massive mistake

  . . . and so is everything you fail to do.

Finally I understand

  The majority of our culture is specifically designed to annoy me.

Hey, Internet!

  It’s ‘a lot’. Two words.