Well, this is really interesting. I’ve spoken about Scientology before (and that video is online here), so if you remember you’ll know that I basically see Scientology as a very thinly veiled attempt to build a corporation around a ‘religion’ – a corporation with a strong legal team, whose business is in vulnerable people who they can exploit, which makes them just about the most detestable people on the planet. Understand I’m talking about L. Ron’s people here, not the Scientologists themselves – I’m sure they’re good people, they’re just clearly being taken advantage of. It’s Miscavige and the rest of the board who are the problem, and who need to be stopped.
It’s time I started sharing some of this music I’ve been listening to, because it’s fucking excellent. Tonight, a band from Greece: The Sound Explosion.
Man, I feel old. But anyone who had a Megadrive and a SNES when they were new will understand why this image is so exciting for an old saddo like me.
I’ll see you online, in 2008.
The summer solstice at Stonehenge is one of those really cool things that we all know about, and actually going there and experiencing it is a surreal, magical experience. I have no druidic beliefs and I don’t see Stonehenge as a place of worship, but man… it’s a hell of a good place for a party.
Here’s the update: I am back. I have been very busy with beer and work and rum and fun, but now I’m completely out of money and all my assignments are in, so I’m back in front of the computer. Until I get a job (please, soon) I’ll be here, so you may begin celebrations immediately.
I’ve got some tasty updates coming up for you, but there is one tragic loss as well – those goddamn Sunday Reviews. They’re gone. I hate them. Hate!
I mean, I’ll still write reviews. Just not every fucking Sunday. We’re both relieved, right? Of course.
So I’ll let you get back to the party, and I’ll mingle presently. Wooetc.
Here there be spoilers.
Just a quick note to say: I’m off for a week. Hooray!
Tidying my room a little yesterday, I found an old notepad filled with strange scribbles and drawings. I soon remembered what I was looking at – mementos from my very first LSD experience. It was September 2004, in Manchester (where else?) and I had finally managed to track down the elusive drug I so desired. Unfortunately, it wasn’t particularly strong stuff, and that first experience wasn’t my ‘break-through’ experience. Nevertheless, it affected me so much that I couldn’t walk down the metal staircase leading out of our crummy flat (it was, for all intents and purposes, not connected to the ground), and my co-trippers Alan and JT weren’t handling it so well (although, JT had been up almost twenty-four hours when we dropped, and he’d probably been on pills the night before) so I did the only thing availble to do – I drew some drug-induced pictures.