tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68103042012-01-20T12:16:27.902+01:00What the bollocks, it's mhine, it's mah-ah-ayne! Mwhahahahaaaaa!Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04592353596357327051noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810304.post-1090319408616383352004-07-20T11:43:00.000+02:002004-07-20T12:30:08.616+02:00

Ahoy, readers! Lectori salutem!   It's time I checked back -- yes, it's been a long time since I last committed a single entry to this one-man show platform. Things in Valhalla haven't been quiet, but me being my usual busy and ignorant self, I rather tended to the affairs that needed action, not words.   Well, that's not entirely true. Most actions needed words, and not a little at that, but I'm

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Sheesh. I feel just like living in London. Why? Well, I'm listening to Virgin Radio UK (thank God for internet streaming) -- if only nationwide radio stations here in Valhalla would play music that is only half this great, I'd be in tears... And... It's raining. Raaaa-eeee-neeeeng. All the fucking time today. Okay, that's a slight exaggeration, as morning and noon were busy amassing huge and

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Hey, I was bored with the first template. How about this new one? It's very chic, ain't it? Hell yeah, probably ain't. But for the time being, I like it, and I'm gonna stick with it. Like it or not.

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Hmm. Just last night my SO called my attention to the fact that I'm a straight guy, wearing black but stylish clothes, looking all straight and all, and the J.A. book's cover is pink. Erm. Maybe people will get the wrong idea. Yea, I'm in a good relationship with my feminine side, but puh-lease... Anyway, the book is still a joy to read, the story is unfolding in a steady pace, still a good

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Oh dear gracious God. Get a load of this: I'm actually reading a Jane Austen novel. And what's even more frightening, despite being a healthy boy with good-old testosterone laden (and sometimes driven) mind, I actually like it. The book in question is 'Northanger Abbey', and, as I've learned from the liner notes, is quite a bit special in Austen's line of work, being the only novel which pokes a

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Greetings, citizens! We are from the planet Jazz and we're invading this place. Noooo mercy. Rejoice, rejoice! Sound the fanfares and open the gates of heaven! Or do something comparably majestic and cheerful according to your tradition! Behold: the third chapter of this Tuesday's recording sessions is now online. Spent nearly an hour (while the Valhalla TV was broadcasting an old episode of

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Greetings, my friends! I have came in peace. Ah yes, as if. I came in pieces after last night, dropping by a gig in one of my favourite chillout open-air places, where, notwithstanding my eldritch age, I had quite a lot of fun. In the company of both spiritual and biological... teenagers. Ouch. I guess I kinda looked a bit out of place with me being old enough to be a daddy to most of the chicks

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Well hot damn, in the course of just one week I managed to tear down a few of my precious ideals. Guess that happens when your postmortem soul begins waltzing around, bringing out old and dusty skeletons of oft-ignored personality traits out of the closet of the subconscious. High fidelity my ass. Worse things happen, and I'm counting 1, 2, 3... OK, gotta focus a little bit. What's happening?

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...Er, the website, of course, is in Hungarian, so here's the tip: click on "HANG" and there you go, the track links will appear in the top right frame. Sorry, bit of a mindjob going on in here, focus wandering on and off... Andy out.

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Gotta do it sometimes, feeling this urge to spread news of good music. Yeah, I'm deranged (or so Mr. Bowie says), so therefore I decided I'd post some obscure music recommendations (being as I'm involved with the music industry some way or another -- namely, I'm becoming a qualified jazz singer). So here it is, let's call it Music Corner #1. Let me call your attention to a Hungarian band first.

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Of course, when scanning is done, I'll post a few pictures from my trip. In the meantime... ...Do something else elsewhere. Har har har.

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Oookay. You go to the terminal, all in good time for checking in -- and since it's your girlfriend's first flight, and named girlfriend has a nasty habit of fretting about being late, you arrive a good hour before checkin starts --, have only hand luggage (one very important rule of thumb is that, if you can, should never ever post luggage, because even if it doesn't get lost, it will get

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Dear Visitor, You might hastily think that (after)life in Valhalla, as people would know it, is an endless string of quaffs and horror video sing-alongs, therefore, pretty boring for an in-tuh-lec-tewal in-duh-vee-dual (no way search engines would spot this!) -- au contraire, Valhalla moves with the times, and just last night we had a refreshing taste of what an enlightened ex-norse warrior

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OK, you are right, I entirely forgot to offer an explanation about the opening post's title, so I owe you one (so what, you can't catch me). All right, here it is. Question: how do you ruin a perfect day? Well, there is a multitude of solutions for that question. For example, just take in a classic Woody Allen movie, and you already grabbed a handful. But, as you could guess, this is my blog,

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Soooo... There's a beginning to everything (however, I am ready to discuss the possibility that there is no such thing as a beginning or an end as the whole thing takes place on the same ring of changes etc etc now hand me my beer you twit-faced scholar and crack the volume up on the telly set cuz I can't hear what Wesley's saying to his now-ex g/f turned eldritch goddess with blue hair...), and

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