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Two important links for tonight. The first is for Bjeldor, who's site, Adrenaline Hyperbola, has seen fit to link to me in a very nice way. So nice that I put him first, before the link back to the place that caused me to meet him: The Conversatron. They're back, sorta. I'm abusing the chance to pretend I am an askee, and I'm answering people's questions. Unfortunately, I don't have any icons but my own, but see if you can figure out which one's me. Bonus points if you can get either of the references my nickname there is making. Let me know what you think of my posts!
Can this cover (Love Spit Love?) of the Smiths' "How Soon is Now" be any worse? I mean, she ruins one of the lyrics: "Exactly when do you mean?" is supposed to be, "When, exactly, do you mean?" It loses all its attitude, sarcasm, and supressed, bitter rage when the word order isn't so self-importantly arranged. Plus, you just don't fuck with the Smiths. Morrissey just gets all pissy and no one likes a pissy Morrissey. God, can that boy brood.
