Just checking in after a week off and saw this:
In that case, almost anything from Sally Crewe & the Sudden Moves' first album "Drive it like you stole it". 12 songs in 27 minutes and it has more car-references than an entire F1 race.
I don't know you in real life, do I, Niklas?
I don't know you in real life, do I, Niklas?
No. I think there's this huge puddle called the Atlantic in-between and I've never crossed it.
Ah, I've heard of that puddle. And I dropped a "c" from your name, so apologies for that.
Anyway, Sally Crewe is a friend and our bands have done a few shows together. I just thought you might be a local all of the sudden.
'Timoneer' is a word that er, exists. It means a pilot, I think.
ETA: 'A helmsmen' actually.
ETA2: A helmsmAn, even.
I suddenly have visions of t-shirts that say "Tim Minear is My Timoneer".
Did you guys know that Tim has a blog?
Like, an actual blog where he records his innermost feelings for the general public?
I see so many bad ways for this to go.
ION - I am going to KNIT this weekend. FOR REALS. I have set finishing my long UFO as a goal for the long weekend. And I think I am going to start on my first pair of socks.
There is an actual blog. The recording of feelings, innermost or otherwise, is still only theoretical.
I think I should just blog my feelings about Tim there. And then you can email his mom, and she can blog her feelings about Tim. Every week, there will be a guest blogger to discuss his/her feelings about Tim.
This week, I am feeling abandoned by Tim, just when I need him most. There's only one set of footprints in the sand, and I don't think Tim wears a woman's size 6 1/2.