Blue Saturday

thread of mumbling to myself. you can play too.

Playlist, shuffled

Popol Vuh - Hosianna Mantra
Actress - Splazsh
Paysage d'Hiver - Kristall & Isa
v/a - Mystic Records Presents We Got Power - Party or Go Home
Alva Noto - Xerrox Vol. 2
Debris - Static Disposal
Pere Ubu - The Modern Dance
Pussy Galore - Exile on Main Street
Decayes - Not Yet!
Ulver - Nattens Madrigal
Edgar Varèse - noise interpolations from "Déserts"
Orbital - Brown Album
The Fall - Escape Route from the Wonderful and Frightening World of
John Beltran - Earth and Nightfall
Celtic Frost - To Mega Therion
Expo '70 - Animism & Black Ohms

add zoloft and low-grade hangover, play freecell, lean back, stir

freecell is fucking tedious tbh.

spent a lot of time this week watching young people going about their business, wondered why the fuck they were bothering for the most part. humans' sense of a worthwhile life/survival is pretty fucking tedious tbh.

i mean we are ape-y and not much imbued with magic or wonder

have been semi-inclined to go to Beverley and get properly drunk and lost today, out of spite and dickishness really, but this feels like a more satisfactory and less damaging way of getting some of that out of my system. damn i love a temporary solution tho. temporary dissolution.

okay, "Remind" is proper classic. lolstalgia. here is a notable story from the annals of Hull history

http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/article145635.ece

the other weekend we decided there should be a giant animatronic goat-fucker alongside the railway line just before the station, with a neon "Welcome to Hull" sign over it

i missed the last d off of "Edgard", I know

lolstalgia. jaysus

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YMFspaHFl3Q&feature=related

in the service of full disclosure, obv. there's not much more ridiculous than middle age, but youth is probly one of the things

http://www.sabotagetimes.com/wp-content/uploads/Hull-Fair-7.jpg

so in love with the decent past but this picture could've been took anytime, really

city lost to time, city that fell from grace with the sea

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=px5RkcwxkZQ

oh Hessle Road

half fucked now but still classic

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c6bWJd44i-o

best band ever btw

http://bill.terebenthine.free.fr/images/spiders_from_mars.jpg

This is the 2nd best band from Hull ever. They were still Quite Good.

http://bill.terebenthine.free.fr/images/spiders_from_mars.jpg

man this tension between wanting to escape and knowing i won't escape very far, tawdriness in advance, wanting a pub with chet baker on the jukey or at the least Stock Aitken and Watermang's "SS Paparazzi" - lolstalgia again tho - can't even get a pint of Double Diamond anywhere now, not sure they still brew it - or that i want it tbh

not sure how much of this is the medicine flexing its muscles either but

not cut out for another 5 - 50 years of this really and pondering whether maintaining a facade of functional dignity is doing anybody any favours when i shd be beatniking it out in the wilds of this hilarious city

http://www.heritagepubs.org.uk/images/pubphotos/Hull-OldeWhiteHart-MainBar.jpg

Allegedly - tho you know history and publicity make bitch liars and memory is quite rewriteable - this is where we started to win the Civil War. Charles was keen on coming into the city and securing the arsenal and the docks but local capitalist plutocrat guys got together in this pub and told the mayor to lock the gates and tell him to get tae fuck. which he did, against his will. this pub is really cosy and still pub-esque, which y'know is an increasingly rare fucking commodity in the 2K10s. also where i heard some dude being accused of being "racist against gays".

Pubs I have loved: the Piper, the Gardener's, Hockneys when it were old and working man's clubbish, the Golden Ball, the Engineers, the Mint, the Black Boy, the Olde White Hart, the Schnapps Bar, the Empress, the Star of the West RIP you were a beautiful dump, the Station, the Turnpike and that stupid sports bar at the back where I watched us win the play-offs and got so splattered by half time I didn't remember a fucking thing about it, also where I watched Eubank fuck up Watson but missed the fatal punch and said something unfortunate about him not getting tagged that hard

interrupted because our joel just texted to inform me that a pet shop in town is selling bird food labelled "6 fat balls for wild birds"

and I KNOW HOW IT FEELS

http://www.eyorks.com/hullpub/

this virtual pub crawl is kinda sick-making with lolstalgia. the probable siberian wind knifing ice-sleet into yr face is doing a good job of keeping my safe in the house tho. am gonna cheat and make myself a little sump'n sump'n now to tilt the balance. might as well be hung for a whole pen full of sheep etc

honest to god there used to be a fishing tackle shop on Anlaby Rd called "Master Baits"

ginger beer, is there anything you don't mix with?

one can't help but feel that social evolution is something of a pig in that it discards all use for male libido about 30 fucking years before yr male does

NON-ALIGNMENT PACT YES BANG ON TIME

am looping that fucker

don't know when i, when i'll be conte-eh-eh-ent btw

really tho motivation is a funny thing. i dunno that aristotle was right about the unexamined life not being worth living but fuck i seem to see a lot of unexamination going down. ruminants. being a ruminant is plenty cool if you like cud tho. absolutely don't despise peoples alignments with themselves, just am wickedly out of sync and not getting how to get my groove "back" ha like it's been there since what 10? 5? seem to remember being reasonable centred playing army on the grass square at the top of our street but even then i was more of a cloud watcher rilly.

you reach this point when you think "man i am all ego self-centred aspie not good for people observer only bollocks" and that's a thing that you can be, one doesn't like to think it about yourself but we aren't all cut out for being productive and reasonable and loveable guys really

ginger ale not great with sambuca fwiw

got no real issues with the rest

yeah that seems true, wdn't mix sambuca tho tbh. ginger beer, not ale. I like ginger ale but it's a pretty low key mixer? have an unopened bottle that i might bring into play when the ginger beer runs out unless mrs v comes home and slaps me upside my head

which wd be a dece excuse tbh

we should totally go out on the lash, darragh, it would be most excellent times imo

no issues with that either, but no aristotle pls

i don't do aristotle in the pub, or anywhere else really, dude was shit

most tedious fucking philosopher ever award or maybe leibniz or that twat brother of Henery James's's

i forgot the old fake irish bar appendage to the mainbrace in my list of much loved pubs, and the mainbrace itself, spent a glorious new years eve in there one time off my swede on mushrooms thinking i'd got a glowing sign on my head saying "this dude's on mushrooms"

i miss hallucinogens

booze is a ready, loving, companiable buddy for ALL TIME tho

it was all-encompassing dismissal of discussion of all higher modes of though tbh

For drinking purposes, that is. Time and a place, time and a place

exackly

sport and giant animatronic goat-fucker tableaux are ideal pub convos tbh

don't even take my "oh pity poor me i is so sad" face to the boozer, it is NOT THE PLACE

i wouldnt trust booze with my money or missus but i'll go drinking with him alright.

not that i is so sad, i am kinda focused and edgy and probly not real level-headed but sadness is sort of not there except an impending "i like where this relationship is going" gif sadness and wondering hmmm can i keep up a veneer of not-great for another 10 years or so until the kids are all safely launched

goat fucker convo def has icebreaker value

he is an hull legend. shd definitely feature in the publicity blurb imo, also he is one of those dudes where everybody you meet knows somebody who knows him

but this is like the biggest village in the world so

six degrees of separation in hull = about 3

fond memories of P4ul H34ton allegedly fending off Poll Tax bailiffs with an air rifle from his Grafton Street mansion

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2sNffR-yTA4

our civic anthem

reckon a goatfucker or similar on the sound bridge would put achill on the map

Ok, on phone, in body lotion section of an actual irl fancy dept store, and my full attn is required. Continue at yr own pace will check validity of the remainder of thread later

suddenly I have Depeche Mode's "Just Can't Get Enough" with the lyric changed to "Just Can't Get It Up" stuck in my head as a good idea for a Weird Al song

am not even dressed yet but gotta admit the water on the windows did inspire a bit of "oh sweet (not)..." earlier. mostly just glad to be the not at work though evne if this afternoon fails in my quest to do anything productive 4th week running.

lucky I have the new Radiohead album to listen to, high spirits ahead!

what thread were we talking about that on?

a trip to the shops in pyjamas and dressing gown

arthur dent chic is in this season iirc

xp
rolling UK politics saturday nite!

yeah it must be for the "skipping posts" bit, couldn't find it

it's probably way into the graveyard

Enjoy how that thread just segues into chat cos so many of us are on there regularly and it’s so fast moving...probably annoying if you’re a lurker though

lurkers of the board, decloak

If you have yet to acquire true sight, just cast glitterdust.

remember the time he accidentally posted his dick

I really hate Chris Sutton

I barely remember Chris Sutton, apart from his fallow Chelsea period.

Also sometimes dragging sport into the politics thread is funny because of the annoyance

God I really hate Ant and Dec as well

And the TV channel Dave

And vast swathes of the UK electorate

Literally reading his Wikipedia page and had to scroll back up twice to look at his picture again. He’d make a great spy.

Tony Watt, the most outspokenly pro-Labour footballer on Twitter as far as I know, is quite pally with Sutton. yeah the Celtic connection but I think there's something to Sutton having a decent political outlook for all his cockish comments about football itself

― imago, Monday, 11 November 2019 21:26 (one minute ago) bookmarkflaglink

I prefer to post tweets to there to annoy people who bitch about it, and any other stupid thing that comes into my head tbh

I'll also say this about Watt: for a kid who got to play for the club he supports, he's incredibly non-bitter about having left them so soon, and he tries to watch (and enthuse about) all their games whenever it doesn't interfere with his gaming and occasional CSKA Sofia career

I went on an 18 hour bender yesterday and ended up sympathy snogging some guy at 5 in the morning which was a drunky dick move on my part and the bad feeling is making this hangover worserer.

Christmas TV adverts make me sad and angry and anxious and I feel like I am a wastrel burden on my family and loved ones and I hate Chris Sutton's stupid fucking opinions that he has for money and whitey's on the moon.

Taking the information from imago on board tho.

FUXK YOU SMIRNOFF HOW FUCKING DARE YOU USE SHIMMY SHIMMY YA

He’s into CoD though... 👎🏻

xp sympathy what

yasss

I'm a lonely dick tease who just wants a cuddle when I'm several hours into the drink

anyway there are only like three good Christmas ads imo and absolutely none of them are John Lewis ones, and you aren’t a burden or wastrel

xp better than being an angry or aggressive drinker imo

I was cataloguing my drunky personae this afternoon, just realised there are a few of them. None of them are angry or nasty tbh but I used to have a horrible mouth on me when my ex tried to suggest I'd had enough to drink, another regret I'm never gonna outlive.

There's a funny drunky and a can't talk any more drunky and a sententious won't shut up drunky who I really regret and there's karaoke drunky and talking to random strangers who probably want you to fuck off unless they're drunky drunky and the what if I just keep walking all the way round the world drunky

oh god and the drunky who once staggered round a party full of French people rambling on and on about LHOOQ then fell into a rosebush and couldn't get out

and the drunky at a corporate book launch who mistook the chairman for a waiter and asked him for a glass of red

(just interrupting to bid you all check out LBI's excellent travelogue work on the snooker thread)

Ah right I wondered why that was revived

maybe you should poll Drunky NV but my vote will always be Faust Arp

chairman or gtfo

It's kind of funny and makes a yarn but really it stopped being funny years ago. One of the things I loved about "The Beach Bum" is the way it invokes the "lol legend" and "tedious, exploitative wanker" aspects of the chronic addict all at once

oi

I kind of enjoy the Mariah crisps advert, just to inject a note of positivity to leaven all my get in the ocean cobblers.

The greatest trick the devil ever pulled is actually running an ad campaign saying how shit his shittily-titled album of shit music is when in fact the album is shit.

hi everyone, not in a blue saturday way meself hi everyone just yknow hi

👋🏻
I always feel a bit awkward talking irl too much on here (or anywhere outside 77) but I’ve had better weeks!

Hi darragh

Sorry bout your bum week g

(just interrupting to bid you all check out LBI's excellent travelogue work on the snooker thread)

― imago, Monday, November 11, 2019 10:47 PM (yesterday) bookmarkflaglink

Aww. Seen this just now - checking out the Blue Saturday bookmark right before bed. As one does.

Things are.. shiny on the surface, rotten under the hood. Blue Saturdays stretching into Tuesdays and days after and into the next Blue Saturday, obliterating the time and days in between.

I do not know if I fear life or fear death any more; I can't uncouple/untangle the two. I cannot understand or make a choice or decide if making said choice is of importance at all. Can't grasp if my fear is of dying, of living, of both or of neither. Is desiring suicide really desiring eternal life? Life so far has been a perpetuation of being amazed at how one can "get by" while feeling thoroughly lost and scared at the same time. It's a twilight zone (a twilight zone indeed best reserved for 77, not if my gibberish will make more sense on a diff borad, but), this.

Acting like I wanna die, terrified of eternal nonexistence, I feel you bud.

Drinking is a terrible, dumb way of stopping time. And it doesn't stop it, it eats it.

Otfm. It's like Schrödingers cat with an added Catch-22. When stopping or eating time cancel each other out and are nullified. And the 'null-ness' of nullify sounds way more appealing than it should.

Schrödinger's catch-22 is good

I feel like lying in bed listening to Eliane Radigue and shitposting might be a good plan for the rest of my life.

Hey yeh! Shit posting is something to do

I wonder how lucrative shitposting is financially

Might look into that, a job you can do from bed sounds like a plan.

have you considered becoming a camgirl

hi and <3 to all, sorry about yr weeks gyac and NV, sorry about your twilight zones LBI

here is a space for you to imagine whatever emoji is most appropriate after that sentence

sorry for wrong kind of shit posting

ILX ate my emoji contemplation space but I guess you didn't need any more than that anyway

I do have the boobs to be a camgirl

There's no wrong way to shitpost unless you're Laura Kuennsberg so fire away spacey