Prol is so fucking happy

Prol is so fucking happy right now she doesn’t even mind the anonymous mail that said ‘would you kindly blow me’. To all frustrated people on line: see this? Sit on it. Nothing can spoil today.

Little things that make you

Little things that make you smile. Three years ago, I was asked to write an artist’s press bio for a film he’d just scored. Yesterday, I was sent a copy of his present bio. It’s still the same.

Well, thanks… exclude the prol,

Well, thanks… exclude the prol, why don’tcha… prol, macintouch and sexlog considered harmful on the weblogs.com ‘example’ gif.


My Wacom Graphire pad arrived, but I haven’t got the comp to stick it into yet. ‘Narwal’ says: ‘We’re out of monitors, it’s carnaval and we’ve just moved, we won’t be able to send your computer till NEXT WEEK WEDNESDAY. It is at this point that I like to remember the great moment when Jarvis Cocker sang ‘the Cockroach’ and ended it stamping up and down screaming ‘f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you!’

19270 visitors can’t be wrong…

19270 visitors can’t be wrong… it’s that time of the year again. Prove to me you’re visitor # 20,000 (as in, send me a screenshot of the counter at the bottom of the page) and I’ll send you something (a CD most likely), or a copy of my book if you prefer.