Take it to the Coop!

More great news for me, more bad news for my credit card.
Discovered that the delux Gold Edition of Twin Peaks (both series, in full, wrapped - oh yes, here it comes - "in plastic") are available for ownership on Nov 8. A great day. A fabulous day. A day upon which I can reinvest in my absolute and all abiding adoration of Inspector Dale Cooper.

A good guy if ever there was one (and despite what I've been reading lately) one of the few examples of a detective who isn't out to kill you, rape you, or eat your babies. Well, that is...

So I suppose what this means is that when I'm over 'Coop' for another four or so years I'll move on to a Brendan Fraser movie marathon?
Will there ever be a box set for such a box head?

Ker-ching!

You're now looking (ok, not looking - reading about) at the proud owner of the sneakers below.
Even more excitingly I've just found this on eBay:


Today is a good day.

SneakerFreaker Pt 2 - The Reckoning

Nuff said?

SneakerFreaker

It's been a while since I really had a thing for sneakers. For a while there in the late 90s everyone had to have a pair of "trainers" in order to be an official indie hipster. In those days it was VANS mostly. Those soft velvety ones made from suede - ideally in bottle green or navy.

Then, the other day I saw this girl in a magazine with a pair of seriously old skool Nike Air on her feet and I just haven't been able to shake the thought from my head. And so, I hit ebay and I found a pair with the old skool attitude but all the ker-ching of our modern bling crazy era. I think I might need to own these - and wear them with a pair of gold lame hotpants just for the fun of living out some kind of bad taste hoochie mamma block party in my loungeroom. These shoes don't rock, they (pimp)roll...

As it turns out, Nike have just released a whole heap of new sneakers designed to evoke an even older nostalgia for 70s running shoes. And I'm pleased to see my new sneaker obsession is not unique.

Bacefook

OK... Between now and the last time there have been so many things I *could* have stopped to blog about but laziness is a terrible thing and it sure does get in the way of best (and worst) laid plans. Anyhoo - that's along way to get around to saying this: Facebook - wow, what gives? I overheard two sweet little naive second year students on campus the other day discussing how they'd decided to take the moral higher ground and refuse to get a profile for fear of procrastination. If it's not TV, it's Facebook. If it's not ice and amphetemines, it's Facebook. How else are people expected to procrastinate if not with the wonders of the virtual high-school reunion? Frankly, it *is* a bit spooky. Those people from school I never spoke to, never liked, never really knew beyond recognition that their face was in the end of year photo too. Now, should we really be "friends"? I'm never going to speak to you now, just like I was never going to speak to you then. Is this just about "friend-hunting"? Like Indians and scalps? And, hey while I'm on the topic, could there possibly be a *useful* application invented, something that smooths out the wrinkly layout and poor usability issues in the Facebookiverse. Ohdearlord! My hangover is making me cranky about Facebook. This must stop NOW.