• Am told that H’ween costume for greeting trickortreaters can’t be “appearing naked at the door daubed in lime chutney & waving a knife.” Bah #
• Is Friday. Is gone noon UK time. Is FREAKANGELS time: http://www.freakangels.com/?p=63 #
• @mollycrabapple I went to a Halloween party a few years ago and heard someone say, “look, that man came dressed as Warren Ellis.” #
• it’s getting dark. I must go downstairs to urinate in the bucket containing the sweets for trickortreaters. TRICK, YOU LITTLE GITS! TRICK! #
• traumatised small children by telling them our cauldron full of sweets has a snake in the bottom #
• Small child I scared the crap out of: “That was…a trick! A TRICK! (looks at her friend and giggles with glee) That was our FIRST TRICK!” #

(blame Ariana Osborne)

You could just play all three YouTubed parts of Galas’ astonishing rendition of "Les Litanies Du Satan" from 1982, which I used to play very late at night in the house I lived at in 1987, in order to induce nightmares in my sleeping housemates. Which worked.

"Gloomy Sunday," also known as "the Hungarian Suicide Song." The story goes that the lyricist wrote it for an ex-girlfriend who’d committed suicide, leaving behind a note simply reading "Gloomy Sunday." The composer committed suicide in the year of my birth, 1968. And the song itself has become what Snopes calls "a meta-legend," an unverifiable tangle of old news stories, probabilities and urban myths.

On The You Tube, I find a version by Diamanda Galas that begins with her talking about the song:

("Goth Christmas" © and ™ Irene Kaoru)

Is Friday.  Is past noon in UK.  Is free stuff time for you: FREAKANGELS episode 33.

• @nvining O’Brien is 66 and Hartnell was long retired and dead at 67. #
• And to everyone else: GOOD MORNING, SCUM #
• @fauxred rule of thumb: if I’ve been awake less than two hours, it’s morning, regardless of what the clock says. Great lanky time fascist. #
• @John_Corey a place where I can talk with my friends, and anyone else is welcome to listen in. I didn’t make anyone follow me. #
• Not to say I won’t meet new people through this thing. But Twitter would be worthless to me if I had to follow 9000 people back…! #
• I’m noticing more than a few people interested in actively “collecting” followers and telling the rest of us we’re not using Twiiter right. #

1. DOMOKIN, 2. First attempt!, 3. He put himself in there., 4. Kitteh in a Blanket, 5. BB @TPIR, 6. 1030080858.jpg

• Though, I have to say, I’d watch Idris Elba as the Doctor. (I mean, since I have to sit through it anyway, as my daughter loves it.) #

* People are building Halloween costumes.

* The US Election Thread: One Week Out.

* Life and Youth Extension with the Seattle +H crowd.

* The self-portrait thread appears to have degenerated into people marvelling at Zo bathing in liquidised Smurfs. I don’t really know what to do anymore.

Massive monthly reboot of the board during Saturday.

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They’re looking over unbound advance copies in the office:

At the Diesel Sweeties store:

For me to go back to bed or kill myself. It’s plainly going to be one of THOSE days.

Matt Jones FTW:

Found in the slideshow images for Aaron Cope’s talk on "the papernet" (2007), all of which I was accidentally reminded of by Matt Jones ten minutes ago.

EDIT: per Matt Jones, image is from the mental Schulze and Webb.

Way, way back when, I suggested a model for the conversation about comics to bypass the then fairly fossilised working channels for such. Create a short magazine in simple black-and-white PDF and make it freeware, so that anyone could print it off. And ask people to print off a bunch and dump them in comics stores. (As opposed to the "glossy" high-end PDF-mag model we have today, which in those days was represented by an attractive, dense PDF mag called BORDERLINE.)

Years later, I condensed the idea down to a broadside model, which Alert Nerd adopted and Ectomo experimented with. But it shares the same thing in common — it’s about spitting paper at the other end. It’s also about creating objects where none existed before.

The broadside, one-sheet model can be broken down a little further. Anyone knows you can fold one sheet into a four-face booklet. You can get even more complicated than that, but, you know, I drink precisely so no-one asks me to do things involving fine motor skills.

Aaron Cope sees a "social letterbox." I see a box that spits out Things that require only minimal assembly at best. Broadsheets and pamphlets, a one-sheet culture. Emailable. Printable. Minimal.

Anyway. Just thinking out loud. Ignore me.

Brooklyn seems somewhat haunted by the bedheaded spectre of 1987-88 right now. I’m hearing a lot of fuzzed-out takes on proto-shoegaze come out of there these days. "I Know I’ll See You" by A Place To Bury Strangers does, in a lot of ways, take me back to shithole venues from the era — particularly the bass sound, which reminds me of something specific that I can’t put my finger on. The guitars are a fusion between midperiod Jesus & Mary Chain and midperiod My Bloody Valentine, the latter’s breakthrough point… I could spit out points of perceived influence all day, and my sense of sonic magpies at work could be completely misplaced. But I like it.

For Sean Bonner, who asked me for it on Twitter.

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