Today I have been 'festive'. This has been achieved by finding a jovial felt santa 'hat' with a hole in it buried deep in the chasms of my laundry bags, which I put on my head whilst doing the dishes to Joan Baez at about 4.30 and it is still there. I also, after repeatedly putting it off because I hate the annual realisation that I don't anywhere near the number of interests and hobbies that a 20/21/22/23/24 year old should have, and ultimately I am a man of such simple and illicit pleasures that I either already have them (books, cds, dvds) or am just not pathetic enough to ask for as christmas presents (cigarettes, alcohol). Or the rest are unobtainable (a nice girlfriend who likes Bruce Springsteen more than 'a bit' and Hakan Hellstrom, who isn't a complete idiot, and has some sort of mental deficiancy which means she'll be unable to leave me for any particular reason) or pure fantasy (Dog the Bounty Hunter to come round my house and make me a sandwich) which aren't worth the time of day. So here it is, John Widdops annual collection of materiastic goods to cause my parents to tear their hair out over.
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Jens Lekman - Night Falls On Kortedala
When I Said I Wanted To Be Your Dog
Oh, You're So Silent Jens
Shout Out Louds - Our Ill Wills
- Howl Howl Gaff Gaff
The Knife - Silent Shout
The Tough Alliance - A New Chance
Loney, Dear - Sologne
Peter Bjorn and John - Writer's Block
Marissa Nadler - Songs III (Bird on the Water)
Red House Painters - Red House Painters
Sun Kil Moon - Ghosts of the Great Highway
Mark Kozelek - What's Next to the Moon
Fucked Up - Hidden World
Band of Horses - Cease to Begin
mewithoutYou - Brothers, Sisters
Woven Hand - Mosaic
Malcolm Middleton - A Brighter Beat
The Drams - Jubilee Drive
Lucero - Rebels, Rogues and Sworn Brothers
Motion City Soundtrack - Even if it Kills Me
DVDs
The complete Cadfael collection
Seinfeld Season 8
Flights of the Conchords series 1
Curb your Enthusiasm season 5
Insomnia (original Swedish one, not the remake with Al Pacino)
Back to the Future trilogy
Inland Empire
Books
Robert Graysmith - Zodiac (1845765311)
Henning Mankell- Faceless Killers (0099445220)
Simon Barnes - The Meaning of Sport (1904977855)
Paul Auster - New York Trilogy (0571200583)
Might be as good a time as any to start reading PG Wodehouse's Jeeves and Wooster books as well.
A Digital Camera.
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Obviously I'm not expecting to receive all of the above, my parents aren't made of money and I don't have lucicrous ideas above my station. I just tend to add shit loads extra onto the list to either give my parents choice, second options, plan D's, and to save them the embarassment of having to go into a shop and asking for albums by 'Fucked Up', especially when the album in question hasn't even been released in the UK. The Cds are basically a list of albums I've illegally downloaded during the year and feel I owe the artist in question for the enjoyment that I've had from listening to their music for free, but haven't dipped into my own miserly wallet at any point to actually buy the thing myself. Largely because I still hate buying CDs on the internet and since Spillers Records has decided to not stock anything AT ALL that I want to buy anymore, espcially not crappy t shirts for record labels I don't care about one jot, I've run out of places to buy things. The DVDs are the usual collection of titles I again can't be bothered to buy myself because I've only decided I want most of these things three weeks before Christmas and CAN wait. Seinfeld is on there because series 8 and 9 of Seinfeld aren't really that good, apart from 'The Frogger' and I've seen that episode anyway, but I still want them anyway. I'm still not sure why I want to watch 15 hours of Cadfael. Books are always a problem because I can bookloan almost anything from work anyway, these are just titles I would have bookloaned anyway, or alternatively, books I'd never get round to reading within a two week time bracket. I want the digital camera of course, to take photographs of myself in the mirror after I've spent six months tarting myself up, so that I can use it as my profile photo so I can have an artificially created work of personal digital art to go with my artificially enhanced version of myself in my facebook profile. Either that or I'll take it out to take some photos of ducks and geese in the park.
So for the last six hours I've been feeling festive. Tomorrow is December 1st, which means Christmas music will be on the stereo at work for the next 24 days. If I hadn't wasted the last 90 minutes of my life watching 'Patriot Games', then I'd be excited by all of this.
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