Words of wisdom of the day:

"If pop has alternative futures (and why the hell not?), then why should we be interested unless we can hum them on the bus?"

From NoWayJose.

Okay, so thanks to Nathalie, I am already completed addicted to Friendster, or as it shall henceforth be know, 'Six Degrees Of Scenesteration'. It's funny, because I was just thinking the other day that I really needed something to satisfy my hipster voyeur needs. I couldn't survive gnawing away on one measly photo much longer.

Only problem: Friendster is obviously buggy as fuck (well, it is in Beta testing), so certain features keep being cruelly snatched away from me without warning. It's hella tantalising.

Sorry Justin, but it is now my ambition to be able to dance like the puppet to the left here. Yes, I am officially obsessed with Tiga's cover of 'Hot In Herre'. It's not a novelty record. It's joycore!

Mix a little bit of "uh, uh"
With a little bit of "uh, uh".

I am fighting a daily war with anti-populists.

In my head.