Thursday, June 29, 2006

well fuck

It figures that I would study my ass off for three months and then get an LSAT score that was one point worse than the first practice test that I took before knowing a single goddamn thing.

edit: This is actually par for the course.

.011 away from the next GPA grouping
One win away from clearing at every national tournament
1 point away from the next LSAT score grouping

Friday, June 02, 2006

And she became a fly.

I should have listened to Crooked Crosses for the Nodding God by now, but it got lost in the middle of Current 93's fifty other albums.

It's better than Swastikas for Noddy.

Way better. Steven Stapleton's treatments elevate it to another level and create an atmospheric coherence that the other version lacks.

And Rose McDowall makes me feel funny inside. Can't complain about that.

This ain't the summer of love.