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Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Well I'm going to be honest and come out to say that I'm probably going to be too lazy to update the blog anymore. Goodbye blog.
And in usual tradition, expect a sexier NEW blog in the next few weeks.
And in usual tradition, expect a sexier NEW blog in the next few weeks.
Thursday, December 14, 2006

Sunday, December 10, 2006


If Gunther didn't do techno, but 80's synthpop. Download track HERE and prepare for downcount.
5, 4, 3, 1. Offblast!
Sunday, December 03, 2006

Friday, December 01, 2006

Stop watching that ER and that Grey's Anatomy (but keep watching that Scrubs), because here's all three episodes of Dr Miracles for your immaculate viewing pleasure.
Thursday, November 30, 2006


I've been told that the lyrics to this song are the saddest and most melancholic I'll ever read, hidden by the mercilessly upbeat tempo.
I wish I could be mercilessly upbeat.
Monday, November 27, 2006

The Helsinki Complaints Choir.
Not unlike Jay-Z saying he's got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one. Ok, perhaps quite unlike.
And if you need to hear more griping...
Did anyone else notice how half the song just disappeared after all that censoring? Someone should file a complaint.
Not unlike Jay-Z saying he's got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one. Ok, perhaps quite unlike.
And if you need to hear more griping...
Did anyone else notice how half the song just disappeared after all that censoring? Someone should file a complaint.



Here's a song. Super indie. Enjoy:
Hey Mom, why didn't you warn me?
Cos' about girls is something I should have known.
They're like chocolate cake, like cigarettes.
I know they're bad for me - but I just can't leave 'em alone.
So I walked under a van, I got hit by a train.
Kept falling in love, which is kinda the same.
I've sunk out at sea, crashed my car, gone insane.
And it felt so good, I wanna do it again.
Oo, felt so good, I wanna do it again.
Hey Mom, why didn't you warn me?
Cos' about girls is something I should have known.
They're like chocolate cake, like cigarettes.
I know they're bad for me - but I just can't leave 'em alone.
So I walked under a van, I got hit by a train.
Kept falling in love, which is kinda the same.
I've sunk out at sea, crashed my car, gone insane.
And it felt so good, I wanna do it again.
Oo, felt so good, I wanna do it again.
