Fuddland

Ages and ages and ages and ages ago, during a severe bout of navel-gazing egotism, I had an idea for a series of weblog entries which would reveal quite a bit about myself or about my views on certain topics that I thought people [i.e. you, dear readers] would like to know.

For some reason—probably because they’re the best damn band on the planet and if you haven’t yet seen the new video for Leaving New York, hop on over to the VH1 website and see if it’s still available—I decided that each of these entries would be based on or inspired by the titles of the songs found on In Time: the Best of R.E.M. 1988–2003.

I got as far as writing exactly one of these planned entries: Man on the Moon, before getting all shy again. However, I did create most of the potential entries in draft form and added a couple of notes to them, to remind me what I intended to write about, so here, for your cryptic pleasure, are those remaining entries in all their draft glory. Let the disappointment ensue!

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Nightswimming

One fun night out in Canada.

At My Most Beautiful

Feel the love.

Everybody Hurts

Lyrics.

All the Right Friends

What else could i talk about but: my friends?

So I’ll talk about my tattoo instead.

I don’t think many people realise that the reason I got my tattoo was because of my friends rather than mathematics.

Stand

Self assurance.

Animal

It takes a lot to get me angry.

No, that’s not quite right.

I get angry at the most trivial of things.

It takes a lot for other people to see me angry.

Daysleeper

My sleep patterns are, for want of a better word, fucked.

Orange Crush

Bravery is a tricky thing.

E-bow the Letter

I have one letter. A stream of consciousness letter that I wrote when I was 19 with no intention of ever sending. I always intended to turn it into a piece of music but, to this day, I’ve found that impossible.

What’s the Frequency, Kenneth?

Never listened to the radio.

The Great Beyond

Well.

Fuck knows, to be honest.

Don’t you just feel like you know me so much better now?