I wish I could say I was the one to find this, but Jen deserves all the credit in the world for unearthing this little gem. It’s a simple little website called (and I shit you not) ‘Sex In Christ.‘ It is a faith based website for those of you out there who want to indulge in all the joys of life without offending the big fella upstairs. There are only a handful of pages to the site, but who needs more when the existing ones have titles like “Anal Sex in Accordance with God’s Will,” “Bondage in Christ,” “BDSM in a Christian Marriage” and that great cornerstone of the Christian faith “Threesomes Within a Christian Marriage.” I guarantee you will lose yourself for hours here. It starts off seeming like a windup, but it soon becomes clear that this is indeed deadly serious. Be sure also to check out the readers Q&A section, where proper fire and brimstone Christians get to vent their spleens at the site’s creators.

Following in the arena of stealing the ideas of others, after Jonic’s post the other day about last.fm I thought I’d mosey on over there and set up a profile, something I’ve been meaning to do for months. So over I go and type in my usual username, formulaic666, only to find tat it had already been taken! I must admit I sat stunned for a while. Since I came up with my internet moniker, I’ve never had an instance of it being taken by another person on any other website. After a while of sitting dumbfounded I thought to try to log in with a random password I use, and hey presto, it turns out I must have set it up ages ago and forgotten to do anything with it. Oh well. So, now that it’s hooked into my media player to try and figure out what I like to listen to, I thought I’d give it a challenge and put my media player onto random. So now it’s being fed a mix of extreme metal, along with some Bill Hicks, Al Green, Eels, Journey, Sufjan Stevens and Aphex Twin.  Nice.  That’ll teach you to pigeonhole me!

I was supposed to be having a rehearsal with a new band today, but it keeps getting cancelled, but at least it leaves me with a weekend of doing nothing in particular.  I’m about to buy some headphones and that is truly the most taxing task that I will have to undertake today.  Bliss.

Still no internet at home, I’m now reaching a zen-like acceptance about this, I think any more bile directed towards Talk Talk would give me an ulcer.

Tool and Mastodon was absolutely amazing, two bands who are steadfastly at the top of their game.  As openers, Mastodon had to stick firmly to the new album, but that’s no bad thing really.  They closed on an amazing 13 minute ‘Hearts Alive’ off Leviathan.  Good as they were, however, Tool just blew them away, from opening with Stinkfist, through to the immense full spectacle of Wings parts 1 and 2 (weighing in around 25 minutes) replete with the sort of laser show that Pink Floyd would be proud of.  I’ve seen some damn good gigs this year, but that really rounded the year off in spectacular style.

Well, the inadequacies of Talk Talk continue unabated, but nonetheless here I am! I’ve been watching BBC News 24 being piped in on mute at work, and was quite shocked by the events at Stormont this afternoon, although it looked far more serious due to the manic cameraman being shunted all over the place by security. For God’s sake man, you’re the BBC, don’t take any shit off them, stride past them to your rightful place front and centre in the action!

Also, quite amused by the Russians’ continued exasperations that they had no part in the death of their former spy. It’s roughly akin to Bart Simpson’s ‘I didn’t do it’ sketch, as though shrugging their shoulders and employing charm will deflect away from the truth of the matter. As for their claim that the poisoning was the result of some London based Russian gangsters, I think you’ll find that the Russian gangs wont go to particularly elaborate or expensive lengths to get rid of an enemy. They’ll just shoot them and dump the body somewhere.

Anyway, enough of the world. Tomorrow I jet (well, train) off up north to go and see the winning combination of Tool and Mastodon in Glasgow. I’ve seen them both at festivals this year, but indoor gigs are always so much better, and besides, I wont be quite as, um, herbally intoxicated for Tool this time. But both bands are phenomenal live, so it should be most enjoyable.

Until next time, sports fans.

Had a rather splendid set of communique’s with Jonic yesterday, all conversations conducted though sentences contracted to their three or four word essence.  But all too soon it was over, I presume that he left his computer.

Took the bus to work today rather than the death-cycle, which allowed for my MP3 player to be utilised.  At first I went for some ultra-grind, but after a while I decided on a change of pace and decided to listen to Frank Sinatra’s ‘Songs For Swinging Lovers,’ an album recommended by my Dad.  It’s strange, because my Dad and I have utterly different tastes on practically everything in lfe, but recently we’ve found our music tastes grow more in synch, as he rediscovers the music of his childhood and I develop more of a taste for old classics.  It’s strange to listen to album and think that my Dad was listening to the same album way before he was the father that I know now, back when he was just a young guy, probably with the same worrries and hopes that I have.  It’s a great album, but it seems to have acquired a layer of extra significance for me.

Anyway, better go start my shift, then it’s off for drinking! 

Well, due to an immense lack of funds and a general lack of anyone to lend me further, today I have given up the tobacco leaf.  Cold turkey.  I can’t afford patches or manuals or anything of the like, so it’s the hard way for me.

So far, aside from a few mood swings, it’s not going too badly, but I’m about to talk to a hell of a lot of people who won’t want insurance, so that may be about to change.

Managed to hear an advance of the new Isis album this morning, seems immense.