Do you promise to funk? The whole funk, nothin' but the funk

I haven't blogged in a shockingly long time. 2009 has proved to be a little bit busy, but now I'm back in the room. Some of my time recently has been taken up with chain-watching Season 2 of How I Met Your Mother, which I got fairly recently on DVD. The sensible thing to do would probably have been to limit myself so that it lasted longer, but as anyone who knows me would tell you, that was never going to happen. And in any case, the third season should be with me on Saturday, so my next fix is not far away.

And if I needed any other reason to love it (aside from it being only completely awesome), it's also instructional. While watching the first episode with a friend, we were chuckling
away at a kind of fantasy sequence that Marshall has about Lily and "funk legend George Clinton". Then when the credits rolled and said "George Clinton as himself", she said "Is George Clinton a real person person then?"

You see, without charming and funny US sitcoms, there would be one fewer person in the world unaware of the might of George Clinton.

I thought I'd leave Bootsy Collins for another day.

I want to fly and run till it hurts

The first film of 2009 for my dad was Australia. I was a little worried about this. He's never seen a Baz Luhrmann film before and he doesn't really like films with any kind of magic element.

But it turns out he did quite like it. He thought it was a funny, sweet film, full of old-fashioned cliches, and had a wee bit of a fairytale ending. He has read that it was hoped that it would boost the Australian tourist industry - "if it does that, then I'm a Dutchman" (he was thinking more of the way that it showed Australian men of the time, rather than I presume the scenery, but then I haven't seen it, so I don't know).

His friend didn't like it all. "Just not my kind of film, pal".

Cos there's no compromise when the negative is dry

This is my new favourite blog.

It's hilarious. I can't decide which is my favourite. It might be Sonic Youth. Then again, it might be The Kills. But then again, that Young Knives one...

And when the sun begins to shine

Some while ago, my mum told me about a game of "spot the St Johnstone mug" on Taggart. The actor Colin McCredie, who plays Stuart Fraser, is a Saints fan in real life, and attempts to get a St Johnstone mug in shot during each episode. Last time I watched it, I forgot to look. But I was watching it with my parents on Tuesday night, and we all spotted it!

Anything that spreads the word.

She's the puzzle piece behind the couch that makes the sky complete

I've just started a new jigsaw. I bought it because I really like the picture. But it's really hard. Jigsaws take me long enough anyway - I have a strange approach. But I have a feeling this going to take me even longer than normal...

Where is all you angels now the figureheads have fell

This article in the NME made me chuckle. Music is full of preposterous lyrics, none of which I can actually bring to mind at the moment (but watch this space). I'm quite a fan of the ungrammatical (see the title of this posting).

Of course one person's stupid lyric is another person's pearl of wisdom. And if you like the artist anyway, you are much more likely to hold the latter view. I remember having heated discussions about lots of Lemonheads lyrics, and whether they were nonsense or not (I think not, but then I probably would. And in any case, I've never been in the "lyrics as poetry camp". It's about whether or not it touches you in some way).

However, there are some rubbish ones. Fist of pure emotion, anyone?

I don't like Mondays

Tell you why?

Well, I preordered the Glasvegas album. Last time I preordered something, it arrived through my letter box on the day of release. This time it dispatched on the day of release. So, I won't get it until tomorrow.

Serves me right for being lazy I suppose. I could have just gone to an actual physical shop and bought it there.