Way more than 140 characters about Twitter, why I’ve given it up and other self-centred observations about what is essentially an inconsequential micro-blogging service that exists in the imaginary world of the internet.
I may have felt like a total nerd as I wandered around Holland Park, armed as I was with my Polaroid, Lomo and EP-1, but I took some of my favourite ever photos so it was worth it.
CONTAINS SPOILERS – Well known and generally respected American film critic Roger Ebert gave Kick-Ass a paltry one-star for all the wrong reasons. Barely known and not at all respected nobody Kate Solomon explains why he shouldn’t have done that: why should one fictional young girl be required to feel remorse when we readily accept that hundreds of fictional adults don’t?
Last night I went to see a band*.
Well, that’s a bit generous – what I actually saw was a lot of people’s backs, a host of phones and cameras waving about in the air and a rip-roaring light show. In the absence of being able to see anything worth looking at I spent some time [...]
I’ve forgotten almost everything from when I was a kid – when, how and why did this happen? I must not have been paying enough attention or something, because I can only remember about a day’s worth of stuff from the first sixteen years of my life. And what made me realise this?
Shameful. Thank goodness [...]
You’re a vampire Michael! My own brother a goddamn, shit-sucking vampire. You wait til mom finds out, buddy.
RIP Corey Haim. I feel bad on behalf of everyone expressing grief at your passing who didn’t give two hoots about what you did when you were alive. Me included. Sorry.
I’m on a cinema diet. It’s budget-imposed and is particularly difficult as it has come at a time when there’s a ridiculous number of films I’d love to see.
A Single Man – partly because it gives me hope that one day, when I’m wealthy and successful for something else entirely, I’ll be able to turn [...]
I’m really irritatingly fussy about books. I have a really specific taste which I’ve never managed to verbalise properly, and can’t help but imagine all kinds of pretentions and arrogances in most novels which probably aren’t even there.
There are just two authors whose books I’ve enjoyed sufficiently to feverishly scan the shelves just in case [...]
After the is-he-isn’t-he drama, the shock of it actually being true and a day of jokes tasteless or otherwise, I realised today that Michael Jackson actually* died. I’ve read the entire Guardian MJ tribute edition cover to cover, I’ve got Thriller on and I’ve been seeking out internet grief; needless to say, I’m feeling gloomy. [...]
Just watched Pretty in Pink for the millionth time.
The whole thing with the computer, and that crooked smile… swoon.