Travails of Friendster, #317a

(Oh, it’s, like, soooo June 2003*. But you’ll find half of diskant’s staff on there for some reason.)

Anyway, one day my inbox tells me I’ve received a personal message from someone I don’t know. And so I go and look at it, and it’s from some girl from Luton, who appears to be somewhat illiterate. It says:

“u ite?”

Now, I know I’m fairly out of touch with youth culture these days, and I don’t really ‘get’ text speak, but what the hell does this mean? And if it means “are you alright?”, why would someone I don’t know, have never met, nor would ever want to meet, ask me that?

Answers on a postcard to the usual address. Or you can just use the ‘comment’ function.

[*comment copyright Tom Coogan 2004)

I have been thinking about this a fair bit lately but not for the usual STOP STEALING MUSIC reasons but because I am finding myself at work with a high speed connection and winamp enjoying The Faint and The Mars Volta. I know this stuff sucks really – it’s eighties goth disco and overblown prog rock respectively – but I’m enjoying it in the privacy of my headphones. If I didn’t have access to this stuff online there’s no way I’d have spent actual money on it but now I have to admit to liking The Faint. Delete me from the internet! I’m also becoming annoyed with Pitchfork for assuring me that the music I listen to is indeed crap. It’s like The Strokes all over again. But not.

I had more to say but I have to get back to designing a website for holiday villas. Delete me from the world!

The new Death Cab for Cutie album seems to have far too many songs on it about wearing jumpers and mittens. Didn’t hear anything about milkshakes or kittens or park benches but I’m still a little worried about where this is heading. Errrr, not that I’m listening to the new DCfC album when I’ve still got eight records to review before tomorrow afternoon. erk..

And can someone help me with this:

April

16th: Dianogah at the 13th Note

16th: Blectum from Blechdom at Nice’n’Sleazy’s

24th: Trail of Dead at the QMU

24th: The New Year at the 13th Note

27th: Do Make Say Think and Hood at King Tut’s

27th: Smog at the 13th Note

Sometimes living in Glasgow is just too good.