That's Elvis. He's wicked.
News: University is still going surprisingly well, I'm in no hurry for that to change. Tess of the d'Urbervilles ended contrary to my expectations, which is my own bloody fault for not finishing the book first. Francos is booked for nine on Wednesday night. The new blog hasn't missed a day yet, the new videos on youtube are increasingly popular.
It amuses me that the most hits have been granted to a 5 second video of Igor and myself exhaling cigarette smoke. Weird.
Otherwise, very little to report I'm afraid. That's how wholly exciting the life of Spunk is.
Music:
Pussycat Dolls, When I Grow Up (it grows on you)
Flo Rida, Elevator and his previous single, Low
and more like my usual taste
A7X, all of it, but trashed and scattered remains amazing
Plus, here's the resident singer/songwriter doing what he does best. The song is by the White Stripes. Until the next time.
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