Scrooge knew he was dead? Scrooge never painted out Old Marley's name. There it stood, years afterwards, above the warehouse door: Scrooge and Marley. The firm was known as Scrooge and Marley. External heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge. "Bah!" said Scrooge, "Humbug!"

"Christmas a humbug, uncle!" said Scrooge's nephew. "I do," said Scrooge. "Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! "Keep it!" repeated Scrooge's nephew. "Let me leave it alone, then," said Scrooge. cried Scrooge's nephew. "Why?"

said Scrooge.

"Good afternoon," said Scrooge.

"Good afternoon," said Scrooge.

"Good afternoon," said Scrooge.

"Good afternoon!" said Scrooge.

"Mr. Marley has been dead these seven years," Scrooge replied. "Are there no prisons?" asked Scrooge.

demanded Scrooge. said Scrooge.

Scrooge replied.

"I wish to be left alone," said Scrooge. "It's not my business," Scrooge returned. Marley's face. Darkness is cheap, and Scrooge liked it. "Humbug!" said Scrooge; and walked across the room.

"It's humbug still!" said Scrooge. "How now!" said Scrooge, caustic and cold as ever. said Scrooge, raising his voice. asked Scrooge, looking doubtfully at him.

"I don't." said Scrooge.

"I don't know," said Scrooge.

"Because," said Scrooge, "a little thing affects them. "You are not looking at it," said Scrooge.

"I do," said Scrooge. "You are fettered," said Scrooge, trembling. Scrooge trembled more and more.

"Seven years dead," mused Scrooge. said Scrooge.

"I will," said Scrooge. Scrooge's countenance fell almost as low as the Ghost's had done.

"I -- I think I'd rather not," said Scrooge.

hinted Scrooge.

It beckoned Scrooge to approach, which he did. Scrooge stopped.

november 16-18 (one weekend only, don't miss it!)

'nuff said

i didn't audition because i couldn't be sure about traveling; as it turns out, i wouldn't have had a problem. on the other hand, it'll be great to see one of the group's productions from the audience!

and it should be good fun. more about it at finnbritplayers.com/themourningprimrose

music by rebecca clamp

video by field marshall huzz

the rude mechs' stage version of get your war on is coming to finland.

FUCK YEAH.

i'm going in on Sat 13 Oct. come along.

(reviews below)

it maps what people (a french 70's cross-section) drank, ate, listened to, watched, drove, etc, mapped on high-low overall capital (vertical axis), with predominantly cultural capital on the left (where you find academics and such), and predominantly economic capital (aka parvenu schmucks) to the right.

love it.

click for full size.

and that doesn't include holidays.

uh huh so you got in

uh huh

WTF you really got in!!!

it's too awesome to handle!!!!

this is me handling the awesome

i think you'll do .. All right

kaikki normal. Yo where you at?

hier. i'm in your country scorin notches on your beermat

i don't think germany is good for me

i've got nothing to add or indeed say today so i present to you an alleged separated-at-birth photo pair:

(culprit)

it will RULE.

more here

i sort of love this. people of the technically-grown-up variety who a few years back in all likelihood made snide remarks of kids on teh internet are now writing voluminous screeds on this and that all but daily, and generally being kids about it in the process.

i was hit by another blog tag. this time: "five things you obsess about".

sorry anna, this kid is jaded and has a penchant for the conceptual. i will list one thing i obsess about:

1. cat macros. i mention this simply because it's impacting my productivity today. i can't stop going through that shit.

the rest i would like to crowdsource. as in help me out, here. YOU tell me what i obsess about. tell me at keltanen@gmail.com or with the "drop me a line" thingy top right if you want to be anonymous. i'll add them here.