Nostalgia, eh. It's what all the cool kids are doing these days. Only the other day, I was roaming the streets like the vampire prostitute that I am when I heard a kid explain to another kid that their friend had "80s shoes, 80s vodka, 80s everything". Never mind the fact that the kid probably wasn't even BORN at any point in the 1980s, the point ( Read more... )

My epiphanic Glastonbury revelation, made with the assistance not of magic mushrooms at 4am but of piss-weak Carlsberg at 4pm, is that anything in which I have to put in ten times the effort of anyone else, or ten times more input than output, is destructive and wearying. Part of me enjoys being a leader or a guide, but there's only so much I can ( Read more... )