Paul Barman employs an aggressive words/second ratio over the Hitchhikers tune.

Rejoice for it is Sunday and you aint got nothin' to do. Except if you I suppose.

In a frenzy of Instructables exploration, I discovered self styled chip hoppers, 8BITches (cool site design by the way). They've produced several cool videos that I hereby pimp for your pleasure. Check out their gear.

Escape Hawaii are responsible. Spotted at c64 music.

The annual festival of wonderful Eurotrash has been and gone for another year. Serbia's boring drag king may have won but the Ukranians were the real stars.

The weirder the better as far as I'm concerned, damn that Balkan vote stacking...

Happily, Dando has resurfaced in recent years having survived too many purple parallelograms and even that no-good Noel Gallagher. He proved he hadn't lost his voice to crack either with 2003's country-ish solo effort Baby I'm Bored. Now he's resurrected The Lemonhead's moniker, borrowed a rhytm section and released a new self titled, album.

One thing I really miss about Sydney is listening to the fantastic community radio station radio 2ser. Staffed largely by volunteers, 2ser delivers great music, arts, news and other community programming. Salvation is at hand as they do provide an internet stream. The bad news is that it's in Microsoft's ASF format which poses a bit of a challenge for users of Linux and other free operating systems.

I was a tad hungover this morning and my antidote of choice was watching a bit of old school scifi. Of late, Blakes 7 has been my tipple of choice. I was too young to really remember it back in the day, apart from a vague recollection of watching the very last episode (where everyone gets shot) with my father. However I am reveling in it's cynicism.

Everyone I know is out of town so I finally got around to sorting out and properly tagging my mp3 collection. I was reminded of that scene in High Fidelity where Rob is responding to the disintegration of his relationship by sorting out his record collection. He sorts them into autobiographical order and I was half expecting that going through all this music would be a big nostalgia trip for me too. I was a little disappointed by the whole experience though. You odn't really get all misty eyed thinking about the night you downloaded The Gourds' cover of Gin and Juice.