Oh har de har!

It seems that either I can't read or the wonderful code that runs Blogger, or Blogspot or whatever is ever so slightly glitchy.

Probably both.

Not much news, except that I was up late last night checking the free loop samples I got with a Computer Music Magazine, and I smelt something burning.

I figured that it was just some crazy Japanese cooking that my flatmate Masao was up to.

A bit of background: If Masao is at home and he isn't asleep, chances are he is cooking. He only seems to watch TV to kill time while something is on the simmer. He is even working at a Japanese restaurant somewhere off Bond Street now. Paradoxically, Masao came to London to learn how to be a better gardener.

Anyways, at some point I figured that the smell of burning was just too much to be explained by my Western perspective, so I sauntered downstairs to the kitchen... to find smoke wafting up from a stack of pots on a low flame on the stove. I switched off the gas, turned on the Extractor Fan and opened all the windows too small for someone to crawl through.

Then I checked the living room. And found Masao asleep on the couch.

Still... He is a great cook.

I should probably be on my way to The Borderline right now to see The Red Chord, but it's Thursday, and I am hopelessly addicted to Popbitch.

That and I'm trying to write something in this every day.

So that is enough for now.

Deep thoughts tomorrow.

Maybe.