That band from Iceland

It's time to get unreasonably excited about music again. There's a new Sigur Rós album out May 28th. After the energy of the last one, this album is said to be 'ambient' and 'floaty'. Years, I've waited. Years.
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A brief musical interlude

In the absence of anything particularly mildly interesting to say today, I'll just say this: The Tallest Man on Earth is very good at his job.

Four hundred pages too late

It's a shame to be four hundred pages into a book and only then realise that it's really boring. I have a choice: read the remaining hundred pages or just give up. Yes, sorry, Cloud Atlas is boring. The idea is that one soul is travelling between six different people in six different times. Which means there's six different stories. Occasionally there's a sentence thrown in like 'you know, I feel like I've lived another life five hundred years ago,' but they're unconnected and mostly, yes, boring. There's a good one in the middle about the people of a ruined world speaking in a Riddley Walker-type language. But apart from that, I wish I was interested.

Am I wrong? Everyone who's quoted on the back of the book seems to like it. And it's going to be made into a film. I'm just annoyed because I read all those words expecting something good to come of it. I could have been doing something else, you know.

I missed Doctor Who

Looks exciting, doesn't it?

I missed the last episode of Doctor Who. The one at the end of the last season. Everyone was wearing eye patches and the Doctor had long hair. I'm not sure why. I wanted to see it, but I couldn't. I don't know when it'll be shown again. The problem is, I don't feel too bad about it. I mean, I'll see it eventually, right? Maybe I'll watch the next season first.

I know this isn't the attitude. My nerd credentials have been revoked. I've been thrown out. Even when I do finally see it, in about seven months, I won't be allowed back in. I will be looked at with contempt. It was earlier in this very year that I called Doctor Who the Best Thing Ever, and now look at me. I've let it slip. There's a hole where my obsessiveness should be. It's too late for me now. Go on without me. I haven't even played the new Zelda yet. I'm hopeless.

This is my way of looking in from the outside and asking what I missed. Was it any good? I'm looking forward to the Christmas special though. Honest.

The Martians are coming

I've been reading The War of the Worlds. It's pretty dark.

"Where the road grows narrow and black between the high banks the crowd jammed and a desperate struggle occurred. All that crowd did not escape; three persons at least, two women and a little boy, were crushed and trampled there and left to die amidst the terror and the darkness."

The War of the Worlds, H.G. Wells

I mean, calm down HG. It's only the end of the world. The whole thing is done so well it makes me worried about Martians. Not really concerned, but when I hear loud noises I assume it's the invasion.