December 29, 2008

8th post in a year! This is the best blog ever!!

Ahh, I amuse myself if nothing else… Which is fortunate, because really, there is nothing else.

There is not a meme, not a youtube video, not a recollection of an embarassing Christmas story to share on this warm day… just some chick sitting in front of a fan while her brain melts.

Feel them on my fingertips
Running down my windowpane

Hmmm… I was going to apologise to Belinda Carlisle for that, but google tells me she sang ‘summer rain’, which is not the song I am mangling here.

Oh my love, it’s you and that I dream of
Oh my love, since that day
Somewhere in my heart I’m always
Dancing with you in the summer brains

Erm. No. Just doesn’t really do it for me I’m afraid…

Wow, it took way too long to find the song I was thinking of… Something to do with songs that were written before search engines existed methinks. And y’know… it was a pretty obscure song too…

(Throw us a decent keyword next time Madonna!)


A time for quotes…

June 29, 2008

“What a man believes upon grossly insufficient evidence is an index into his desires — desires of which he himself is often unconscious. If a man is offered a fact which goes against his instincts, he will scrutinize it closely, and unless the evidence is overwhelming, he will refuse to believe it. If, on the other hand, he is offered something which affords a reason for acting in accordance to his instincts, he will accept it even on the slightest evidence. The origin of myths is explained in this way.” – Bertrand Russell