Metaphysical Curly Wurly

I've been holding on to these scans for a little while, just not posting them and letting them sit in my pictures folder, cluttering things up with a darkened reminder of my face and that my face exists. I just haven't quite felt that natural feeling of "yes, I have some words to put next to this" until now. But y'know, sometimes it's nice to have files just sitting around, waiting to give you a little push of inspiration at the right time.

I've taken to having a folder of pictures saved because they inspire me in some way, make me laugh, or just show a really cute skirt. I know that's a pretty normal thing to do, but I usually don't tend to have a folder for this purpose, and now I do, and it's kinda nice. It just lets things ruminate for a while. Small thoughts swirl around lazily like little electric blips (b-b-b-b-b-b-boing boom tschak).

It's coming up to autumn (my favourite season), and it's as if I can feel the time passing. Things have changed subtly (and maybe unsubtly) as always, just a touch, just a whirr. But here I am with my same face and the same darkness and the same breath. I got the same twisting identity to think about, like some kind of metaphysical Curly Wurly, and the strange desire to obtain a lip gloss.

Sometimes... I Wear Things: 4 Outfits

Do you like outfits? I do. I sometimes wear them.

When I started blogging I wanted in part to document THE CLOTHES. And obviously, pony magazines, but of course that's just a given. Me setting up blogspot is a hazy and almost empty memory now, but I do remember being influenced by the fashion blogs (especially those that didn't feel editorial, but more casual and diary-like, which was more or less the standard for blogs back in 2011/2012).

For a while I did "Fitting Room Focus" posts where I went into fitting rooms, tried on stuff, and commented on it (you can use the search bar to delve into this old world if you wish). I loved doing those posts, but there is a different kind of comfortable ease when you're taking outfit shots in your own home rather than in a shopping centre where you've crammed approx. one million crop tops into a small space. So finally I am here again with an outfit compilation. I've been really enjoying taking outfit pictures, I think because I know it's working towards a way of documenting a particular aspect of time (and apparently that is my passion).

Let's go through each outfit then.

Above left: stripy kids top from a mysterious Amazon seller, trusty old skater skirt, and some tights with glitter stripes running down them.

Above right: ribbed grey top from Zaful (complimentary as part of a previous review post), basic tube skirt from H&M, long daisy necklace from Accessorize, gormless look model's own.

Above left: floral dress from River Island (RRP was about £25-30 but I got it for £8 after hunting it down on eBay like a big fashion vulture), brand new and very exciting pink velvet pleated skirt from Tesco, £8.

Above right: a very fearsome dragon from Jellycat (their cuddly toys are so soft, I really love them), stripy crop top from H&M, grey leggings were from a market for £3, and the necklace was a mysterious gift. Don't ask why I only animated this outfit (it's because I didn't think of doing it until I was editing this outfit).

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So that's four recent outfits. It's pretty fun to see what I was wearing across a section of time, so I'll try to keep taking outfit photos and I'm thinking about maybe getting a new mini bag or two in different colours for [gasp] bag accessorising. Actually, I really want to grab this pink ita bag I've seen everywhere lately:

It's so cute. And I could fill the heart-shaped window with pictures of Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson, or perhaps just some nice dogs. That's the dream.

My Top Albums - August 2017 。 ♬ * ★

Here's a nifty graphic showing my nine top albums over the last month (made with tapmusic). Let's talk about them.

1. Jonghyun - She Is

This album is so smooth, blending some funk and jazz style into an overall relaxing yet rather soulful whole. The track 'Moon' always makes me think of lying in a bath or something. Just super comforting. And there's a mysterious space-y feel too.

2. Thomas Dolby - The Golden Age of Wireless

This is one of my favourite albums of all time. It combines a bustling yet gentle synth sound with a steampunk soundscape (machinery/radio noises, tech references) and a big in-album universe feel. It's rare that I listen to an album and imagine a vast world for it, but with this one you have to. Thomas Dolby is an immense storyteller.

3. Chairlift - Does You Inspire You

I love the way Chairlift include an element of parable in some of their songs here. 'Planet Health' describes a creepy utopia built on health-related buzzwords which we travel through with an increasing melancholy. The vocals, sounds, and concepts on this album are exquisitely intertwined, and of course this album gave us 'Bruises', a song sort of about tenderly treating small wounds but a song that also cuts into some complex emotion that maybe can't be put into words.

4. SHINee - I'm Your Boy

This is SHINee's third Japanese album and there's something about the cover I really like (notice how it almost blends in to Jonghyun's album above, a nice bit of serendipity). There is a lot going on here, but mostly it is a really solid pop album with a sprinkling of wackiness (Key's 'WA HA HA HA' laugh right at the beginning of the opening track gets me every time, and then you have 'Picasso' as a whole - what a song). This was a strange era for SHINee, but this album's overall composition makes it one of their best for me.

5. Paramore - Riot!

I've been enjoying Paramore's new, St. Vincent-esque album, but I always have this unending nostalgia for the album that shot them straight onto the cover of Kerrang! magazine forevermore. I love the energy, the great choruses, and the seamless tracklist on this album, and I will forever.

6. Picky Picnic - Ha! Ha! Tarachine

This is the definitive Picky Picnic album, with all their spooky synth kitchen children chaos sound perfectly captured. Sounds like if Devo were schoolchildren in a haunted house. It's the best.

7. Chairlift - Moth

Firstly, this is one of the prettiest album covers I have ever seen in my life (made by artist Rebecca Bird), and secondly: Chairlift continue with the wonderfully laced together sound they had conjured like secret magic from the beginning with this utter beauty of an album. They did well in retaining their intimate and close feel, whilst bringing songs out for a bigger and almost more disco-like sound. Favourites from this one are 'Ch-Ching' and 'Moth to the Flame' - both intensely danceable tracks.

8. Dolly Mixture - Demonstration Tapes

This always creeps quickly up my charts because it has quite a lot of very short songs, but regardless I love this album. It serves more as a collection, but it's the perfect avenue for Dolly Mixture as it feels like a sleepover or a jump around the bedroom for a homemade school disco. There's a hint of twee, but for me this mostly feels more matter of fact in delivery than twee or saccharine. There's an honesty in the unfiltered sound, and when you get to the spoken middle section of 'How Come You're Such A Hit With The Boys, Jane? it's its own great reward.

9. Depeche Mode - A Broken Frame

One of the many things I love about Depeche Mode is the burgeoning sweetness that crawls through their dark and cloudy songs. This album is a fantastic example of this. 'See You' in particular has such a childlike pleading to it. This album oozes secrets and wheat fields (and a good harsh synth).


I wonder what albums I'll be listening to most over the next month. Any suggestions or predictions? Please leave them in the comments, or over here on

Dog Butt

Ever wanted to superimpose a cartoon dog butt onto your face? Well, me too. It's always been my dream. Thankfully, the SNOW app has a filter for doing just that, so I spent far too long putting a happy dog butt (amongst other things) onto my face. Just as nature intended.

Please enjoy.

Okay, thanks for indulging me. Now go put a stylish dog butt accessory on your face.

Puzzle Bobble: Please Protect My Dinosaur Son

I made some Puzzle Bobble gifs, so I am now obliged to make a blog post about the delightful dinosaur/bubble-themed game itself.

I was introduced to this series via Bust-A-Move 2: Arcade Edition for the PS1 (the western re-titling of Puzzle Bobble 2) and I was immediately hooked thanks to an incredible soundtrack (by Taito's in-house sound team, Zuntata) and addictive arcade gameplay. I never managed to complete the game, but I did play a million times, mostly trying to beat my time trial high scores.

I'm still haunted by the sound of Bub's cries.

The original game (these gifs are from the Game Boy version of Puzzle Bobble) is much like Bust-A-Move 2. Much like Tetris, this cutesy dino bubble-popping game nailed its gameplay the first time round and never needed much in the way of enhancements (although they really did perfect it with the sequel). I have a huge fondness for this game, alongside Net Yaroze game Super Bub - essentially the same game but you get to be a dog and stuff. Super Bub excels in sound effects and I can hear the weird pig noise now in my head. However, it doesn't have this little leaping dinosaur who I feel personally responsible for.

I will pop bubbles for him until I die.

I recommend listening to Jonathan Richman's 'I'm a Little Dinosaur' to enhance your Puzzle Bobble experience.

Hair Doesn't Matter, Actually

Hold onto your hats because this is a bloggen poste about hair (or as I like to call it, the tendrils of evil).

I have just cut in a fringe for the first time in ages, and I'm not entirely sure, but I feel like my forehead is sweating more. That's strike number one. The thing is, I get antsy about my hair if it's been mostly the same for a long enough time. This is a normal experience, but I also feel that it is ridiculous. Hair is simply the floppy nonsense that grows from our scalps, and it doesn't need to be anything else. It doesn't need to be good or neat or SHINY LIKE A CHROME KETTLE. It doesn't even need to be there at all, and I tie it up probably most of the time because I get hot quickly so I like it to not be touching me.

Sometimes I actually think about my hair and what it looks like, and this thing I've heard about called "style" (no idea, sorry). That's generally my first mistake. See, thinking about it leads to questioning, worrying, and ceaselessly bullying your hair. You should think of your hair as a small child that you have to be nice to most of the time, even when it is getting its dinner everywhere and drooling. That's just how hair is and you've got to try and make it comfortable whilst accepting its confusing ways.

Cutting my hair this time made me immediately decide I am never going to cut in a fringe again, and that I probably want to grow it out (for sweaty forehead reasons and easy hair-tying reasons, but also because whenever I cut my hair to stop it being limp and lank I immediately realise it's actually fine and okay for it to be that way). It also made me think, despite the fact that I sort of, kinda, maybe regret it, that it's fine. It was fine before and it's fine now.

I am once again "mushroom head" as my science teacher enjoyed calling me once upon a time (because the fringe juts forward with a certain mushroom-y buoyancy that we can all enjoy), and in some months I won't be, and either way it's fine. I have the same face whatever I do to my hair. The big plus now is that my bag straps won't catch my hair. Take that, evil bag straps!

Also, you may notice I'm wearing a delightful new Mickey Mouse nightdress. I'm really fashionable and cool that way.

The Perfect Playlist

Hello. Here is a very normal and not at all questionable playlist of good and excellent songs. I tried to stick with an uplifting theme whilst veering between happy go lucky cheese hits and some relaxing city pop sounds (courtesy of Mariya Takeuchi, who is pictured above).

Without further ado, here are the best songs in the world, which hopefully also impart a sense of carefree joy.

Turnover - Sunshine Type
Carly Rae Jepsen - Favourite Colour
Steps - Scared of the Dark
SHINee - Wishful Thinking
Erasure - Stop!
Mika - Elle Me Dit
Mariya Takeuchi - Plastic Love

Watch below & enjoy.

Why 'A Bug's Life' for PS1 is the Best Game Ever

We all know deep within our hearts that A Bug's Life was the best PlayStation game. Video games had enjoyed intense growth throughout the 80s and 90s, and it was all leading to this moment. The moment where you could play as a nervous ant who sometimes wears a cap made of a leaf. He has anxiety, but he is also stylish. That's Flik, our jittery hero who is tasked with adventuring, platforming, and jumping on mushrooms. Like a tiny, blue Spyro, but if Spyro was scared to talk to the other dragons and needed to make plants grow in order to successfully platform, maybe.

This tie-in game for the movie I became possibly unhealthily obsessed with as a child, A Bug's Life, was released in 1998. I was seven years old and very excited about any game which let you be a small thing in a normal setting (such as Micro Machines V3, still the best car game ever just because I get to drive through jam and stuff). A Bug's Life became my favourite film, in part due to this fun, imaginative, miniature landscape situation that I found fascinating, and in part due to characters I came to love. The nervous Flik and the boisterous tomboy Princess Dot combined to give me two of the most relatable characters I'd ever come across in a beautiful, mischievous duo.

The first thing I notice when checking out this game almost 20 years later is the animations. The character animations really capture the personalities well. I love the way Flik gets antsy (heh) when you remain inactive for a while and starts beckoning you forwards like he's eager to keep moving. His facial expressions feel impressive considering the graphic quality of the game and communicate his shock or fear at different moments very well.

Most of all though, what makes this game memorable and endlessly fun to play is its gameplay. Every aspect of gameplay feels perfectly tailored to bridge the gap between younger and older players. The collectables are fun, the levels are quick, well-designed, and offer plenty of optional challenges for those wanting a more complete playthrough. Some of the bosses still scare me, since I have residual memories of the horror of being knocked out and hearing that apple crunching sound (true horror indeed).

However, there is no thrill like picking up the homing berries and watching them swirl around the screen to find and destroy your enemies as you lob them frantically about the level. It's also pretty great hearing Flik shout "OH YEAH!" as you collect all the letters in his name (narcissism is key in this game).

My rating? 10/10, would get pronged by angry spiders again.

Outfit: Stripy Comfy

Let us all survey my impeccable posing skills, for I have decided to partake in the legendary 'outfit post' of old. Of course we all remember these from when blogs were invented back in 1462, but I am daring enough to bring them back in these modern times of pestilence and only wearing head to toe stickers of Liam Payne's face (as is the traditional English fashion).

This is the first time I've worn tights in a while, and it slightly backfired as I've found myself with a mysterious toe ache. Only in one foot, confusingly, but it feels like they're just too tight somehow. I have no idea what's going on, but it's not pleasant. I'm thinking of getting some new knee length and/or thigh length socks and throwing my tights into the hellfire (the best solution to most sartorial problems). I've been missing wearing tights, but I've also been missing wearing long socks. I endeavour to wear the longest socks on this Earth.

Aside from that, I was happy with this outfit. A very comfy and simple look, but I like the smartness of wearing black tights and chelsea boots (not pictured very well, but trust me, they are good). I also forever love the shape of a skater skirt, since obviously I yearn to be mildly triangular at all times. The stripy t-shirt is an old one I forgot I had for a while, but I love it because it has a slight weight to it and is a treasure from an old friend. Also, y'know, stripes are nice.

Please recommend your favourite lengthy socks to me.

Nostalgic Longing & Happy Synth Pop Playlist

I have this strange invigorated feeling again. Maybe I should take pictures every day and just share some thoughts. I don't know. I feel like recording something mundane and personal and perhaps lengthy again. I've been reading Eline's blog (perma pupa) a little bit again today, for the sake of reminiscence (and because I love her a lot) and seeing it for just a second instantly brings that inspired and nostalgic feeling. A feeling that makes me just want to type a stream of consciousness and see some kind of special magic in the most normal and everyday things. Colours and wind and comfy clothes. I don't know how to describe what precisely that is, but I love it so much.

I also discovered a Tumblr blog which posts gifs from weird old Playstation games (asobi-station) and that gives me a comparable feeling too. There is just something about that era of 3D modelling. Those polygons. Everyone talks about how ugly the graphics are in Final Fantasy VII these days, but I still love them. I love their blocky hands and weird shapes so much.

ANYWAY, here are some pictures.

Do you ever put your hair in a bun and have this happen? An escaping waterfall of hair? It's an art form, truly. Once again my hair tries its hardest to escape from the terrors of my scalp. Nice try hair, but you are my prisoner forever.

Here's some of my diary, ft. a big dog and a big scribble (the two things that express my personality most, really). I'm using a pink pen because I'm exciting and cool. Also, here's that playlist that you can see, in full:


The Human League - Love Action (I Believe in Love)
Florrie - Real Love
Kero Kero Bonito - Trampoline
Scritti Politti - Wood Beez (Pray Like Aretha Franklin)
Thomas Dolby -Hyperactive!
Perfume - Spending All My Time
Red Velvet - Red Flavor

It's meant to be a very happy, peppy playlist, so that you can listen to it and feel like a puppy who has just been stroked a lot. Warning: a puppy that listens to The Human League may overheat from blissful synthy exhaustion. Combine such volatile elements with caution.

Here's a picture of my desk/bookshelf combo space, because I find it interesting how this space in particular is always changing bit by bit. This is it at a relatively messy stage. There are several empty packets of Space Raiders in the bin (nutritious!). The "Where's The Word" book on the bottom shelf is a big book of wordsearches. It was printed in the USSR and includes a wordsearch about Morris Dancing. I love culture.

When You Love Trolls

Here are some extremely good pictures (some of me, but mostly of my old cats from when they were kittens desperate to chew on all available cables). Above we can see me, back when I was a toddler and very happy to be with the big fluff dog. I still think German Shepherds are some of the coolest looking dogs around. Please allow me to now hug all of them. Bring them all to me for hugs.

Here are the cats and their lifelong best friend, a cardboard box. I think we can all appreciate the supportive and encouraging friendship of a cardboard box - a better friend than many humans, to be honest.

This is perhaps the most guilty image I have ever seen. He wants to EAT THE ENTIRE PLUG but he knows it is a dark sin to do so.

Sins are often best committed with a sister in tow to egg you on and then possibly steal the cable from you at an opportune moment. Electricity is delicious, everyone, do try it in your next salad!

Of course then, inevitably, you must FIGHT TO THE DEATH.

Back to me again - here I am with my purest love. My affections to this day are still reserved only for trolls.

I Identify As Kraftwerk's Ninth Studio Album

Hi Blogger. My strange friend. One of a million interfaces, and orange like a jaffa cake. So I guess I'll write a post. One of those posts where I type some kind of DIRECT BRAIN COMMUNICATIONS, y'know, without even a picture lined up (woah). Today I've been looking at old stuff. Yeah, that site. Did you ever have a profile? Do you still scrobble? Well, it seems I took around a year out from scrobbling. It felt liberating to just listen to stuff without thinking of the statistics. I'd used since 2008. Two different accounts, however, because you can't change your username so I decided to finally make a new one in 2013. It felt like my music tastes and attitudes had changed a lot between 2008 and 2013. I listen to stuff more from a perspective of base enjoyment these days rather than the intellectual curiosity that drove a lot of listening habits previously. I don't know, I like cheesy stuff and pop nonsense and all manner of kinda odd things and I've embraced that more and more. That doesn't mean Depeche Mode and Split Enz won't be my top artists again, but y'know, things are just different. More carefree. I like that.

My profile today.

Anyway, so I ended up not scrobbling my listens for a while, and during that time I had around 6 months of listening to pretty much only kpop - from when I discovered SHINee's 1 of 1 in October 2016. And then this month I suddenly re-discovered I felt really nostalgic for it and decided, yeah okay, let's use this thing again. It's inspiring me to listen to new music a lot more and to really actively enjoy music discovery and playlist building again. All that good stuff. I'd totally forgotten how shaped my music listening habits. The changes to the site hasn't changed that primary impact, so for now, I'm deciding to make it a thing again. I'm going to listen a lot, and try to talk to people there too (I might need to learn Portuguese, since the site seems to be used mostly by Brazilians these days).

Today I found records of my old profile. Snapshots of it from all the way back in 2008, 2009, 2010, and it made me feel kinda sad. It's weird to look on your past self, and somehow I felt melancholy that I'm not 2009 me any more. I mean, who even was that person? It almost feels like recording myself is pointless, because truly as soon as something is recorded I'm not that person any more. I don't really relate to my memories of a child me, or a teenage me, or even a me from a few years ago. It feels sometimes like I'm an alien within myself. I'm not sure if my sense of self is somehow warped. I mean, when I look at those old records of what I was listening to during a specific month years ago, yes, it does feel like me. It does feel representative of who I am. But I feel segmented, like a big orange, into all these different pieces. And I know that we are all just jumbled up collections of stuff, but sometimes I want this cohesive whole. I guess that's one reason people love horoscopes. You can just say, well, I'm an Aquarius. I mean, hey, I know I'm a Ravenclaw, and that my favourite video game genre is JRPGS, and that my favourite music genres are synth pop and post punk new wavey stuff and 1980s Japanese electronic - and that I prefer a slightly industrial infused brand of synth pop (Depeche Mode, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, and Kraftwerk's Electric Café album).

My top artists, 29th December 2009.

This all feeds into my thoughts about being places online as well. It's like we're segmenting ourselves even further to place ourselves neatly into different services and sites. Does my username describe me better or worse than my legal name? Photographs don't feel like they capture me either. The only thing that really feels like me is my physical self. My body is me. So why be online at all when my body can't be there? Take my body and throw it into a big pile of synths and have John Barnes rap next to it like in that New Order football song.

11th April, 2010.