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[Dec. 31st, 2007|02:12 am] |
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| | Kid Koala - Live from the Knitting Factory | ] | Pure only 21 hours and 45(ish) minutes to go man, then this crappy year's done and dusted and laid to rest with a big fat stake sticking oot its heart, DRIVEN IN BY ME. A BIG FAT TECHNO-STAKE DRIVEN WITH BEATS OF FURY! Yas man! Aye, another year past and I'm that little bit older, but apparently still none the wiser. It's not like it's really important, so let's not focus on it! Shall I bother with a year-in review? I'll bother, oh aye, but I'll only bother half my arse.
My Half-Arsed Year-In Review: 2007!
Gaming: I guess I should probably talk about videogames...that is why I started writing an electro-diary, after all. Can't remember any games from this year, to be honest. Most of the games I did actually play to any great extent were released in 2006, such as Company of Heroes, Hitman: Blood Money, Zelda: Twilight Princess...and that's about it. They're all brilliant games, but they're all a bit old really, and that's because I'd only the Wii and my slightly-creaky (now also slightly broken) PC to play games on, and I could never afford any Wii games. Oh wait, I played Spiderman 3 on the Wii as well, it was unsufferably shite. Ross took it back after a day or two. I find it hard to believe those were the only games I really played, but off the top of my head it seems like that was the case. I got a bit of a go on Bioshock on the 360 a couple of times, it looked really cool, even if I got the impression that you basically just did the same level over and over again with a moderate variation in graphical-theme between them. Oh no he didn't! Aye I did. There's a bunch of good stuff just come out (and just come into the flat as well), but by the time I actually get round to playing them properly it'll be 2008 and probably time for me to write about how the only games I played in 08 were ones that came out in 07. That'll be funny. Naw it willnae.
Clubbing: Can't remember anything about clubbing this year, except Josh Wink was pretty good at Pressure in May, although he was pretty much the same as he's always been, so really that's more like saying clubbing was good in 1996 than in 2007. Surely you must've had a helluva time if you can't remember the details about nights-out though! You might cry if you were a person and you were reading this, but you're not cos you're me reading it back to myself and I'm not likely to say that cos I know how I'd respond: I don't remember anything because I barely went to any clubs, as I'm Cpt.Grandpa T. Mamba-Dull now apparently. Somehow I managed to remain consistently drunk for the last 4 months of the year without setting foot in a club...
Music: Got even worse than last year. I swear I'm going to kill some people if rubbish bands continue to proliferate at such an alarming level. Shall I name names? I bloody can't, cos I try and block out their shite and erase their names from my memory (with whisky). Here's a name at random: The View, they're shite. I jogged my memory to name them by searching for "shite indie bands" on google. Genuinely. I bet you all love them though, you idiots.
There's still Techno though, bless its cotton-socks. I think minimal's getting a little out of hand, but that's cos I'm still a sucker for banging drummy-tastiness. Like a bit o' minimal as well, mind. Electro's going too far though, also because people that like the same crap music I was battering on about a minute ago are getting into it, and they're all going to Death Disco (also Optimo). This isn't necessarily the worst thing in the world though, as it does mean that it will be easier to napalm the lot of them if (when) I finally snap (any day now). Not really! I don't have nearly the technical-savvy to construct a suitable explosive device to spread home-made napalm (shampoo) adequately around the Arches, especially when the relatively-low roof would limit the spread of an air-burst.
Movies: All sequels, all a bit pants. I only actually saw Spiderman 3, it was a bit gash. Planet Terror made up for everything though. It could have been the only movie released this year and it would have been fine by me. Frankly it could be the only movie ever released again and it'd be fine by me. Gawn yirsel Rodriguez big-man.
News: Stuff happened, newspaper and telly will do this bit for me. They'll also do more research than I'm willing to.
EXCEPT they won't mention the best news of the year which, I'll remind you, was the release of Certified Daddy-Cool Dr. Herbert R. Axelrod from the gaol, after his heinous wrongful imprisonment for something-or-other to do with taxes.
That was the highlight of the year, combined with playing with Sarjo-Monkey Banana in the Gambia. Those are what I'll remember 2007 for, if I don't succeed in completely erasing the memory of it from my mind tonight, when I will attempt to beat my record of most Mount-Gay drunk in 1 night (and even try not to boke this time). In 21 hours (!!!!) I'll probably not even remember writing this post, and I can begin my new life as a hang-gliding master-thief of rare antiquities!
Don't let the door hit you on the arse on the way out 2007, ya ugly bawbag that yi are!
Happy New Year! |
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