And here we sit, debating math.

I cleaned my room today. Holy fuck. It was more or less a war zone in which the fascist group Dirty Laundry and their counterpart Last Semesters Notes Polaroid Film Jelly Beans and Thumb Tacks United combined forces to combat Cleanliness and Overall Sanity. But I intervened, and thank god for that.

Shawn Lawrence is now a resident of Regina again and it's nice. I guess I sincerely missed him, which is weird for an emotionally divorced shut in. I spent last night playing Rock Band and Mario Party 7 (Waluigi is the greatest character, by the by) in an apartment whose door is covered in studded leather.

It's odd, I have literally unlimited access to music and work in one on of the few remaining strongholds of physical music, and yet I find it harder and harder to listen to music consistently. Maybe this will change. Hopefully.

In spite of that last comment, one band I have found myself going back to almost regularly for the last week has been Port O'Brien. I have no clue who, but they remind me of someone and it's frustrating not knowing who.

So, the winner of British Idol recorded a cover of Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah as her single or whatever. And everyone was all like, "Oh man this is awesome! Let's go buy it!" But then some people were like, "Jeff Buckley did a way better version of this, let's go buy his album!" And then of course, people were all like, "Leonard Cohen did it first and best!" and went out and bought his album. Basically making Leonard Cohen number one, two and three on the UK charts right now. Also, some ladies snake tried to eat her.

Here are some videos I guess.



This video is mostly here to help me comprehend how fucking amazing that show would have been. Also, the 13 trumpets is kinds of incredible/ridiculous.

It is really is, isn't it?