I AM FINISHED.

Not sure if I pass or not, but it's such a relief to know that my abilities to commit and do something from the beginning to the end are not completely gone. Although, heck, I did run out of steam about half-way through. But I managed to overcome all the obstacles aka got my shit together, because I'm awesome like that.

Yes they're back, back again, time eaters are back, tell your friends.

How I Met Your Mother September 20
Fringe September 23
The Mentalist September 23
The Big Bang Theory September 23

CSI September 23
CSI: NY September 24
Family Guy September 26
Dexter September 26

Bolded are my highlights. Although I'd love to skip CSI's season premiere (Bieber is in it, WTF?!), I'll watch it anyway. They better bring Grissom back though, I miss his bugs and pickle experiments.
Because, really, Ray? Ray is boo. Basically, if I may suggest: get Ray from CSI + Horatio and that coroner lady from CSI:Miami (I can't watch CSI:Miami purely because scenes shared by those two would cause me hernia eventually) + Sheldon from CSI:NY. Unintentional comedy gold potential right there!

"I know what I like and what I don’t like and I know what I want and what I don’t want but I have nothing specific in mind."

Meet the Roaring Monster, making my life a little more miserable than usual today:

And encore tomorrow.
But it's all good, locked up in a suite alone, people occasionally popping in to catch a few minutes of the things I'm working on (live music stuff, all rather acceptable, some nice fireworks in the form of Arcade Fire Oxegen set).
Creepy thing, when you're alone in a room with a lot of electrical equipment and once every few minutes you sense "presence", so to speak. And even though you know there's nobody in there, you still look over your shoulder, freaked out a bit. Or maybe that's just me, I had two extra strong coffees and some energy drink called Alibi.

Title. A title. The title. No title.

I want to be a fully functional trilingual. Maybe that would make me more interesting, being bilingual is very boring, lame and unimpressive. Which, oh hey wait a minute, is essentially what I am.

And btw? Angel-A? My new kryptonite.

 OH HOW I WEPT.

This is slowly turning into le cinéma francophone blog, so to divert:

Best album ever. At the moment, that is. It's Noir Désir, by the way.
And this is the best song ever, by the way. Not only at the moment. Ever, ever.

Allô S.O.S. Détresse?

(Le Père Noël est une ordure)

Please police me.

Ok, so THE NEW Interpol's album is out, apparently. First five tracks are kind of easily digestible (for me, that is), the other five are more of an acquired taste (read: growers).
I didn't know they released Barricade in August (I was out of touch with those things), but when I heard it, it did scream "RADIO FRIENDLY POTENTIAL SINGLE MATERIAL", so there. No surprises.
And this is what I tweeted after the first full listen, which pretty much sums up my opinion, neatly and with a bow on top:


Interpol self-titled made me giddy at first, then unexpectedly kicked my kidneys and left me weeping in a ditch. Just the way I like it.


I have issues.

"I was thinking, rather than silence, maybe we could just have, you know, the sound of nothing."

Right until Saturday, I lived in a state of sweet oblivion, not recalling any of Heaven 17 tunes. Well, things have changed. After digitizing the absolutely fabulously fantastical 80's Rewind Festival (no, really, it exists, I was shocked as well) and being exposed to two of their songs, five times each, I can, with a hand on my heart, say that they managed to kill a little piece of love I had for the 80's.
Traumatizing experience. Truly traumatizing. I'm having a weird suspicion I was asked to do that because nobody else wanted to damage their psyche. Conspiracy theories in the morning are better than a cup of coffee.