Good Times

I Hate Uni
Actually no, but right now it's like when your favourite flavour of ice cream (possibly chicken) gives you salmonella; you still love it at heart, but you need a bit of time to forget about the way it looked mixed with peas and stomach juices at the bottom of the bowl.

This past week's been salmonella. A 60% essay due on Friday and a 50% test that same night, meaning 6am-midnight working/studying for nearly a week. Not fun. Feels great of course now its over, that's 2/5 subjects down I guess. In the process I broke my week-old word-limit-neglect record, which had been 3400 vs a 2000 limit in Italian Cinema, in writing a 4800 word essay with a 2750 word limit for Femme Fatale. This is why having time to actually plan an argument (and to edit the thing when you're done) is good.

Pop Is Dead, And So (Thankfully) Is This 'Thing' Claiming To Be Radiohead
As with the 'purchase' of any new album, In Rainbows has had me sniffing around the band's back catalogue a bit over the past week. In the process I had my attention drawn to the following whatever-this-is:



As for the video, in the words of Robert Plant, "Poor Thom" (I'm sure Goldilocks implied a silent "h"). As for the song, I find it difficult to believe that this band could 18 months later release a song like "My Iron Lung" and within just 3-4 years produce OK Computer. It would probably fit right in with all that mindless MCR-etc.* rubbish on C4 actually, so I guess now I can say those bands at their best really are only as good as crap Radiohead when people ask why I think their taste in music sucks.

*Though I did, admittedly, like that "Black Parade" song.