Today was mostly maintenance -- covering up my dead, deep, and/or illegal links. Apparently I did a pretty good job of choosing in the past, though, because there actually weren’t very many.
Another thing I should point out -- this was done a while ago, but if you get this blog in a reader, you might not have noticed. I’ve redone the sidebar again, adding convenient little links to the podcasts. There are also new links in the blogroll. I think there are only two. Both were discovered during research for my paper, and both are written in Swedish. However, they each have one of the best blog (or anything) names I have ever encountered, and their music selections aren’t bad, either.
That’s that for that, but I also feel as if a bit of clarification is needed regarding yesterday’s post -- specifically, the Peter Björn and John bit. Yes, I'll admit I’m something of a music elitist, or, to be more accurate, I become kind of annoyed when bands I like become popular. It’s weird.
Anyway, I’m glad that Peter Björn and John were able to see such success with Young Folks -- it’s a good song, very catchy, and I like it. It’s just that I like it much less than some of their other songs. And I feel as if it’s very much the other direction for other people. This is probably largely untrue, but once I become convinced of certain ideas, there’s no turning me back.
The other part has to do with the pseudo-hipster part of the line. This is something else I shouldn’t have said; I’m probably something of a pseudo-hipster myself. I know what I meant, though. As for moustaches: I hate them. I have no problems if they are attached to (full) beards (goatees are unacceptable) -- but few things annoy me more than solitary moustaches. Fortunately, most males seem to agree with me in this moustache distaste; however, they seem to be gaining popularity on certain faces, particularly those of boys with hot soft eyes who wear sweaters with embroidered animals on the front and pants which are slightly too short for them.
I also, in most instances, dislike gratuitous tattoos -- the presence of which is particularly obvious in the summer -- although this dislike is nowhere near as great as my dislike of moustaches. I had just been exposed to a bunch of over-tattooed people when I wrote that, which I think is why I threw it in. I (usually) have nothing against the people who wear them -- it’s just their particular articles of adornment that repulse me. So that is that.
I figure most people have some weird thing that bugs them about other people; it’s only reasonable. This (the moustache thing) is mine -- and, despite the fact that other people tend to keep their pet peeves to themselves, it’s perfectly within my rights to not want to surround myself with mustachioed individuals, and to say something about it. Also, anyone I know who reads this blog will now know the danger of appearing before me wearing a moustache, and will not be confused by my sudden distance and odd refusal to look at them.
Uh... No mp3s today. I wish there were a free and legal way for people to listen to more than 30 seconds of Paris 2004 (my favorite Peter Björn and John). But I've spent a fair amount of time -- multiple times -- looking, and there isn't. Undskyld.
However, on a slightly related note -- today marks the third day in a row that I have seen members of Typhoon out riding their bikes. (Even though there are about a hundred people in Typhoon, this is still kind of odd. I used to go for weeks without seeing anyone I recognized.) This got me thinking about alternative modes of transportation, which led to the realization that yesterday marked the one-year anniversary of the last time I drove a car. That, in turn, reminds me of another anniversary: this month, It’s A Trap! is celebrating its fifth birthday. Avi is conducting a reader poll to see what people like and don’t like and things. Since he filled out my questionnaire when I was doing that research paper, I figure it’s only good reciprocation practice to suggest that, if you read It’s A Trap! -- as you should -- that you go over and fill it out.
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