because if my friends and I were building a snowman and it suddenly came alive when we put a hat on it, I'd probably freak and stab it to death with an icicle."
                                                                               - Matthew Perry.

There's a tradition in my family that goes as such;

The joyous hanging of the ceremonial wreath.
The attentive decoration of an aromatic tree.
The drapery of fairy lights on the backyard trees, watching them twinkle on warm, summery nights in our loosely fit pyjamas.

It's a tradition that we've always upheld - a holiday routine that we've so warmly embraced since before I can remember. We'd have a cd player on the backyard patio table, and we'd just sit, listening to the sentimental sounds of Nat King Cole's "Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire" drifting into the quiet night sky, and filling our hearts with a warm feeling of peace and satisfaction. We'd spend Christmas Eve with family friends, watching Carols in the Domain outside whilst the barbeque sizzled with two dozen or so sausages, just chatting about the year that was, and the year that was to come.

I've only had good memories of Christmas. It's the time of year when I can feel the happiness emanating from every place I visit - everybody's excited and enthusiastically anticipating the holidays, and the unmistakable expression of joy that lights up faces whilst waiting at the shop counter is irreplacable. The city streets are lined with delicate fairy lights and boughs of faux holly, and giant Christmas trees scatter the forums and squares in a beautiful, assymetrical calculation.

However, whilst my routine has brought me memories that I hold dear to my heart, I've always dreamed of something different - Something so entirely unexperienced and stunningly foreign that the holidays were given a whole new meaning. The kind of Christmas so detatched from the norm - where self discovery almost equates physical discovery, and where I mentally photograph my surroundings, piece by piece. The kind where time somes to a gracious stop whilst one immerses themselves in their unfamiliar surroundings, after seeing them so longingly on "Wish you were here" postcards and in countless holiday films of nostalgic proportions.

Yes. I've always dreamed of a White Christmas.
And this Christmas, my dream will come true.

Instead of spending the holidays here, in Sydney, I shall be travelling Europe - but not as I have seen it before. This time, I shall see the powder-covered rolling hills of the English countryside, the snow-topped roofs of Heidelberg and its Christmas markets, and eventually, the dazzling Parisian Eiffel Tower New Year's Eve fireworks from a Champs-Élysées hotel. I'll see the excited frenzy of Harrods, ride the grandoise canals of Venice, journey through the white gardens of Versailles and go outdoor ice skating at Somerset House. I'll spend Christmas Eve with the tour group in a restaurant in Rome, and spend the morning after walking through Florence and seeing the Statue of David. It's the holiday I've dreamt of since I was about eight, and its all coming in to place. The tours' booked, the hotels organized, the flights paid - I don't think I've anticipated something so eagerly in my life, apart from the birth of my brother, Aaron. It's so close, I can feel its premise of adventure and inspiration in the air I breathe, and the sights I see. The thought of it sends electricity through my fingertips and shivers down my spine.

And best of all?
I get to see my grandparents for the first time in six years.
Dear ol' grandad's turning ninety.
I just can't wait.

"And if you'd 'a took to me like
A 'gull takes to the wind.
Well, I'd 'a jumped from my tree
And I'd 'a dance like the king of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well."

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"Don't you think it's time?
Time for moving on,
Time for growing strong,
Time to leave the past behind?"

Yes, it's time. After a good month and a half or so away from this blog and its joys, the-social-bunny has returned, frowning heavily upon his quality of writing whilst obviously listening to Bob Evans in the background.

The past few weeks, as mentioned in a previous post, have played host to a plethora of events and emotions than cannot be summed up in a single entry. I received news of great joy, experienced boredom beyond belief and faced the highly unpleasant stresses of exams. I encountered several administrative mistakes, and made personal mistakes of my own. I watched as the world spun by in a contemplative state, and then joined in the art of busyness whilst another stood still. Additionally, I also picked up the bad habit of exclaiming "Aiya!" upon every event of shock.

Oh yes, despite my trendy, cosmopolitan Sydneysider facade, my Asian roots extend far deeper than one might think.
Want proof? Well, I can speak Mandarin.

Fractured, non-sensical Mandarin.
Or at least one sentence;

我没有朋友
wo meiyou pengyou.
I have no friends.

Seriously, it's amazing what you can remember with the buzz of Berocca in your system and the tattered remnants of an old Chinese textbook in the other. The sad thing is, I couldn't remember anything even remotely useful, like "Your hands smell like urine" or "You've got bad breath". It's rather upsetting to know that the only thing you can say in a language is a declaration of your outast status in society.

One, stupid, lousy, useless phrase.

我没有朋友
wo meiyou pengyou.
I have no friends.

At first glance, I began to wonder exactly how on earth I remembered this, out of all the hundreds-of-thousands of phrases, questions or statements that exist in the Chinese - and English - languages. Why couldn't I remember something like;

"Please make sure the sweat dripping off your nose doesn't get into my order."
I'm sure that'd come in handy for whenever I visit the Chinese duck shop down the road in summer.

Or how about;
"You're breaching public occupational health and safety regulations by preparing your food on the shopping centre floor."
Now that would come in handy on the family's occassional Asian grocery shopping trips to Cabramatta.

In true rodentesque fashion, I had a minor battle with myself, struggling to find the reason for something so utterly absurd, that even my teachers laugh when they hear it. Why couldn't I learn something that questioned the hygenic practices of the underfunded Chinese business around me, rather than a sad and pitiful statement about myself?

And then I remembered.

One thing I particularly remember from the film "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" (apart from that Jim Carrey was capable of some decent acting) was that every memory has an emotional core, and the strength and significance of this core will determine how long the memory lasts.

And no, it's not what you're thinking. You're my friend, right? RIGHT?!

When I was a wee-little-lad in dearest year eight, I studied Chinese (for the first time) as one of my school subjects. Like all schools, I was required to sit a speaking and listening task in which I was subject to an individual interview with the teacher, speaking only Chinese. Big ask, coming from a person who hadn't spoken it in his life until two terms previously. I remember one of the questions that she asked me was;

你能把朋友事?
What do you like to do with your friends?

Of course, at the time, I had absolutely no idea what she was saying, and expectedly, I panicked (see "A Nervous tic Motion of the Head to the Left"). I could only remember one thing, and one thing only.

Yep, you guessed it.

The teacher then felt rather sorry for me, actually believing my lousy excuse for an answer, giving me full marks in the "Friends and Activities" area of the marking citeria. Surely enough, I could have said "I don't have any friends, but if I did, I'd like to go to the zoo with them", or "I don't have any friends, but if I did, I'd take advantage of them and eventually sell them on eBay." - but instead I came up with something much smarter and intelligent.

我没有朋友
wo meiyou pengyou.
I have no friends.

I still can't speak Mandarin, rest assured. My tongue twists into all sorts of unfathomable contortions, producing a spray of spit rather than a word of sorts. But if there's one thing that I have learnt (or changed) since those early days, it's this;

我有一个朋友
wo you i ge pengyou.
I have one friend.

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Tired of having to watch Shrek again for the 57th time? Looking for something on the DVD rack other than Titanic? Utterly confused at Blockbuster looking for something half-decent?

Never to fear, the social bunny's here. Again.
And boy, does he have you covered.

The following list of films are some that I have watched over the years, and have either hated, loved, or felt utterly indifferent about. From films of deep political insight to less serious, light-hearted giggle-fests, I've seen a lot during my time. And I like to think that I know my stuff, and that I know what's good, and what's not.

This blog will be updated from time to time, ensuring that my filmological exploits are spread far over the reaches of the Internet (and by that, I mean the five or so people that actually read my blog), whilst at the same time ensuring my excitement over ceratin new finds does not lead to the girlish squeals and jittery knee-knocking previously experienced at school. Entries are in order of rating.

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
This is easily, my favourite film of all time. It's so cleverly directed, so masterfully executed, so brilliantly crafted - and the end result is an undefinably stunning work of art that sends shivers down your spine and brings tears to the eyes. Although the core of the film is in essence, a typical romantic-breakup-gone-wrong, it is treated with such delicacy and influence of the unconventional that the final result is an untypically unpredictable, and at times heartbreaking film that defies its genric boundaries.

When couple Joel Barrish (Jim Carrey) and Clementine Kruczynski (Kate Winslet) encounter a significant hiccup in their relationship, they decide to undertake a procedure to erase each other from their memories, only to realise their mistake as their good memories are lost.

Eternal Sunshine is undoubtedly screenwriter Charlie Kaufman's best work yet, a bold statement considering he wrote such films as "Adaptation", "Being John Malkovich" and "Human Nature". He employs a different take on the heartbreak and loss, with an unconventional and bizzare sense of the fantastical incorporated into the storyline and the actual depiction of the events. Possibly the most fascinating aspect of the film is that Joel's (Carrey) world is shown to us as he remembers it, with the removal of all the little details such as labels, names on street signs, faces. One just can't help but look out for them as the movie progresses. Both Carrey's and Winslet's performances are commendable, with Carrey's trademark "face-contortion-comedy" thankfully not present. In fact, Carrey gives his best performance to date in Eternal Sunshine, with his deep and believable acting in the film a welcome contrast to his previous B-rate, dumbed-down films.

Wonderfully warm-hearted and refreshingly original.

Imdb Rating: 8.6 {#38 on top 250 films of all time}
the-social-bunny's Rating: 10/10.

Le Fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain
Sure, it may be present on almost every single MSN spaces movie list in existence, but there's a reason why. Before Audrey Tautou was the felinesque Sophie Neveu in rather wooden The DaVinci Code, she was the shy, socially left-of-centre waitress in the French film "Le Fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain" (Amélie for short). It's beautifully photographed, highlighting a heartwarmingly romantic side of its Parisian setting even in the most mundane of places.

When an shy and naive Parisian waitress, Amélie Poulain, returns a long-lost childhood memento to a former occupant of her apartment, she decides to undertake good deeds anonymously to make the world a better place. On her journey, she encounters an unconventional love in Nino Quincampoix, a shop assistant at an adult theatre.

Amélie is nothing short of beautiful. Bruno Delbonnel's cinematography is exquisite, and the costumes, sets and direction are dreamlike in nature, exuding an element of the fantastical in every frame from start to finish. Tautou is perfect as Amélie, with her naturalistic image complementing Amélie character quirks and personality. The humour is at times rather campy, but this unexpectedly adds to the film's charm and heart-rending effect on the viewer.

Delightfully charming, appealingly quirky.

"On September 3rd 1973, at 6:28pm and 32 seconds, a bluebottle fly capable of 14,670 wing beats a minute landed on Rue St Vincent, Montmartre. At the same moment, on a restaurant terrace nearby, the wind magically made two glasses dance unseen on a tablecloth. Meanwhile, in a 5th-floor flat, 28 Avenue Trudaine, Paris 9, returning from his best friend's funeral, Eugène Colère erased his name from his address book. At the same moment, a sperm with one X chromosome, belonging to Raphaël Poulain, made a dash for an egg in his wife Amandine. Nine months later, Amélie Poulain was born."

Imdb Rating: 8.6 (#29 on top 250 films of all time).
the-social-bunny's rating: 10/10.

Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang.
In a world where Hollywood comedies have been reduced to hour-length fart jokes and embarrassingly unfunny gross-out humour, "Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang" (KKBB for short) represents the almost invisible minority of filmmakers longing to present something intelligent to the film-going public. Infused with a delightfully dark flippancy and an extremely appealing element of the "film noir", KKBB spares no occassion for hilariously cyncical witticisms or chuckle-worthy one-liners. However, the film manages to not force its jokes down the throats of the viewer, and as a consequence, they are not overwhelmed by the humouresque aspects of the events that take place.

When failed robber Harry Lockhart (Robert Downey Jr) accidently stumbles into a film audition whilst escaping a police chase, he is subscribed under the guidance of "Gay" Perry (Val Kilmer) for detective lessons. After reuniting equally-as-failed actress and former best friend Harmony Lane, the trio is thrust into a thrilling murder case that epitomises the dark side of the entertainment industry's celebrities and celebutantes.

KKBB's plot is deliciously complex, with directionary twists and turns at every figurative corner. The characters are fully-realised and unexpectedly believable, and their relationships are played perfectly without exaggeration. Val Kilmer is particularly good as a sharp, gay detective - full of laugh-out-loud personality quirks and one liners that deter from the stereotypes whilst referencing their existence.

Hilariously thrilling, mouth-wateringly witty.

"Yeah, boo, hiss, I know. Look, I hate it too. In movies where the studio gets all paranoid about a downer ending so the guy shows up, he's magically alive on crutches, I hate that. I mean shit, why not bring them all back. But the point is in this case, this time, it really happened. Perry, like, lived. Yeah, it's a dumb movie thing, but what do you want me to do, lie about it?"

Imdb Rating: 7.9
the-social-bunny's Rating: 9/10

Garden State
To the overactive minds of quiet mid-adolescents, "Garden State" is the ultimate reflection of our possibly directionless, fast-approaching twenty-something livelihoods. Complemented wonderfully with an incredible, grammy-winning soundtrack, Garden State is in essence, a "Coming-of-Age" story with a dark, dry-humoured twist - and a highly credible debut film from actor/director Zach Braff, known moreso for his television work. Garden State exudes a certain unidentifiable humour to it, albeit a dark and heavy one. From gerbil deaths, to car accidents and dysfunctional families, the film manages to create a feeling of tension whilst lightly pushing the viewer in chuckle-sessions and at times, laugh-out-loud moments of guilty hilarity.

When the emotionally-neutral, one-time-famous actor Andrew Largeman (Zach Braff) returns home from LA to attend his wheelchair-confined mother's funeral, he embarks on an emotional revisitation of his youth and past. After "Large" ceases to continue taking his antidepressant medication, he slowly develops emotionally, finding love and himself on the way.

There are so many fantastic elements to Garden State - the cast, the storyline, the direction - but it is the soundtrack that really stands out in the film. Compiled by Braff himself, each track perfectly reflects its respective event in the film - staying true to the quietly humourous character and quirky characters. Both Braff (Andrew) and Portman (Sam) portray their respective characters in a refreshingly understated manner, consequently making the characters more realised and realistic. Though the "dramatics" of conventional film is still present, Braff's direction makes it all seem feasible, and the viewer is presented with a strong balance between the real, and the entertaining.

A fantastic debut film for Braff - Tearily emotional, darkly hilarious.

Imdb Rating: 8.0 (Formerly #188 on top 250 films of all time)
the-social-bunny's rating: 9/10

Coming Soon:
Thank You For Smoking
Little Miss Sunshine
Serenity
American Beauty
Joyeux Noël
MirrorMask

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Tired of hearing that same ol' 12" over and over again? Desperately hoping to step out of the confines of the top 40? Just plain sick of "Hips Don't Lie" on the radio?

Never to fear, the social bunny's here.
And boy, does he have you covered.

The following list of records are some that I have acquired over the years, and have either hated, loved, or felt utterly indifferent about. From the retroscopic delights of avant-garde jazz, to the delicate mechanics of poptastic electronica, and back again to darkly experimental 21st century Art music, everyone's favourite sociable rabbit has heard it all. He knows his stuff, he knows what's good.

He also likes referring to himself in the third person, but that's totally irrelevant.

This blog will be updated from time to time, ensuring that my dearest musical discoveries are spread far over the reaches of the Internet (and by that, I mean the five or so people that actually read my blog), whilst at the same time ensuring my excitement over certain new finds does not lead to the girlish squeals and jittery knee-knocking previously experienced at school. Entries are in order of rating.

   
 Jamie Cullum - "Twentysomething"
Everybody who knows me, knows that I have a deep and forever-lasting obsession with this album. From the slick, clever pop reworkings of lesser-known jazz standards to the jazz reworkings of widely-known pop songs, the album instantly won me over with its suprising diversity and applaudable vocal performance. Cullum croons over the top of each track, his back-of-the-throat rasp often sharing parts with his rebelliously unique style of piano-playing that goes against any classical teacher will preach in their music-room domains. Unlike many new jazz vocalists on the current market, Cullum embraces his youth and place in the 21st century, rather than attempting to replicate the formal stylings of the Rat Pack. He sings of lack of life direction and "calling his Nan every Sunday", with one of the most memorable lyrical excerpts of the album;

"After years of expensive education,
A car full of books, and anticipations,
I'm an expert on Shakespeare, and that's a hell of a lot,
But the world don't need scholars as much as I thought!"

Cullum reinvents songs from all eras, with the likes of Frank Sinatra, Jimi Hendrix, Radiohead and Pharrell all receiving complete transformations that manage to maintain the essence and character of the original whilst showcasing Cullum's vigour and energy. Songs contain influences from every which-way-and-direction, with hip-hop, rock, swing and Latin elements infiltrating Cullum's primarily "jazz" sound - a feature of his music that ingeniously contrasts with lyrics of sharp wit and at times, cynicism. Unbeatably fantastic.

Particular Highlights: "Lover, You Should Have Come Over", "Twenty-something", "These Are the Days", "All at Sea", "High and Dry", "God Only Knows".
Overall Rating: 10/10.

 Damien Rice - "O"
In a world where music is heartless and created as a commercial "product" to the masses, Rice represents something different - a return to the soul-bearing and uninhibited era of Bob Dylan and Jeff Buckley. Though the owner of a simple title, "O" is a deliciously complex record of beautifully written, stunningly performed songs. Each track is edgily individual, with Rice's intense interpretations and grandoise arrangements unfailingly pulling at the heartstrings and settling the mind into a state of calm and quiet introspect.

Despite the numerous applaudable aspects of "O", possibly the most impressive fact of the record is that it is Rice's first. From the opening acoustic guitar solo of "Delicate" to the final mezzo-soprano operatic vocal accompaniment of Eskimo, Rice showcases a lyrical, melodical and emotional maturity present not even in performers twice his age. One of the most exciting lyrical moments can be found in "Amie", a spine-tingling track possessing lyrics of such a beautiful amiguity, such cinematicism;

"It's nothing unusual, it's nothing strange,
It's close to nothing at all.
The same old scenario, the same old rain,
And there's no explosions here."

"Then something unusual, something strange
It comes from nothing at all,
I saw a space ship fly by your window,
Did you see it disappear?"

Furthermore, Rice's soundscape is lush, rounded and exquisitely instrumentated - a flaw could not be found, even if one examined it with a fine tooth comb. Absolutely Superb.

Particular Highlights: "Cannonball", "Amie", "The Blower's Daughter", "Eskimo", "Volcano", "Delicate", "Older Chests".
Overall Rating: 10/10.

  
John Coltrane - "A Love Supreme"
There's no doubting Coltrane as the king of jazz, his virtuosic saxaphone playing inspiring and influencing many musicians then, and now. "A Love Supreme" is possibly his most famous and admired work, and the content of the record explains why in an instant. Enthralling heads, thrilling melodic ideas, unrestrictedly soulful performances - the record is in essence, a work of art. "Resolution" contains one of the most awe-inspiring, individual heads in the history of jazz, it's powerful and almost militaristic character magnificently moving and utterly fascinating. Coltrane's tonal focus creates a sense of solidness and grandeur, a far cry from Charlie Parker's spontaneous chromaticism and flamboyant melodic decoration. Compelling, rebellious, masterful.

Particular Highlights: "Resolution", "Psalm".
Overall Rating: 9/10.

The Postal Service - "Give Up"
Lyrically spectacular and lavishly experimental, the debut album of electonica outfit "The Postal Service" is a collaborative effort between Death Cab For Cutie's Ben Gibbard and producer Jimmy Tamborello. Exploring an array of artificial sounds and soundcapes, "Give Up" is electrifyingly left-of-centre and daringly unique, it's unconventional drum-machine beats and synthesized intrumentation co-existing with Gibbard's vocals in a way that prescribes no set role of melody, nor accompaniment. "Give Up" is shamelessly new-age, with it's almost 80's electro-pop sound somewhat contradicting Gibbard's sensitive, indie-esque lyrics, and its poptastic and polyphonic musical composition suggesting an atmospheric approach to the music-making process - a feature generally reserved only for 21st century art music and film-score composers. The end result is a set of charmingly mechanical, robotically life-like cleverly crafted pop songs that emanate quirk and energy, whilst retaining a sense of emotional provocation. Such can be seen in "Such Great Heights", whose heartfelt lyrics are somewhat interpretationally mistreated, but in a strangely gratifying way;

"I am thinking it's a sign,
That the freckles in our eyes are mirror images
And when we kiss they're perfectly aligned,
And I have to speculate,
That god himself did make us into corresponding shapes,
Like puzzle pieces from the clay"

Though a more evocative and appropriate intepretation of the song can be found under the portfolio of American folk-duo "Iron & Wine", Gibbard manages to make the Service's rendition somewhat exciting and bittersweet, confusing the senses with a rush of adrenaline and an induction of sentiment and contemplation.

Particular Highlights: "Such Great Heights", "Nothing Better", "Brand New Colony", "Clark Gable", "We Will Become Silhouettes".
Overall Rating: 8/10.

The Format - "Interventions and Lullabies"
Sure, they may look like you average teen indie rock band - there's nothing at first glance to suggest otherwise, but The Format's album debut "Interventions and Lullabies" proves that members Nate Ruess and Sam Means are capable of so much more than your mediocre pop-rock festival musicians. From the aptly named "The First Single" to the supercharged "Wait, Wait, Wait", "Interventions and Lullabies" is delightfully catchy, sporting superbly crafted hooks and choruses that unlike many of The Format's contemporaries, exudes a lyrical punch and melodical cling that makes them unexpectedly likable and appealing.

Though "Interventions and Lullabies" has its evident flaws - the songs are often similar in sound and instrumentation, and Ruess's vocal performance is far from extraordinary - it has its moment of glory in "On Your Porch", an almost poetic track told in a completely continuos verse over a quiet acoustic guitar accompaniment. Unlike many other songs on the record, "On your porch" preaches not of road trips and youth, but instead of a sentimental "Coming of age" into maturity and adulthood.

"I was on your porch last night,
The smoke, it sank into my skin,
So I went inside, to be with you,
And we talked all night,
About everything we could imagine,
'Cause by the morning, I'll be gone"

Whilst The Format will probably never emerge from its mid-adolescent niche, their flair for penning super-catchy pop-rock tunes will appeal to a set following, with an unfortunate slim chance of expansion or widening of demographic.

Highlights: "On Your Porch", "The First Single", "Wait, Wait, Wait", "I'm Ready, I am", "Tune Out".
Overall rating: 7/10.

Coming soon:
Muse - "Blackholes and Revelations"
Diana Krall - "The Girl In the Other Room"
Ray Lamontagne - "Trouble"
Snow Patrol - "Final Straw"
Guillemots - "From the Cliffs"

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Got something to complain about?
Demand the improvement of every single little writing and aesthetic aspect of this little corner of net-trash?

Well frankly, I don't care. To a great extent. I'm not at all concerned if you thought my writing was complete tripe, or that my metaphors were so full of crap, you had to rush to the toilet in flowing tears. I really don't care. Not one bit.

Alright, spit it out.

Oh yes. It's the movement you've all been waiting for.

Firstly, I feel obligated to apologise for my extremely lengthy ____ from this blog - the last month has been an absolute whirlwind of practice test-papers and scrunched-up notes on coffee-stained looseleaf paper. Had I the time or occasion to update, trust me, I would have. Unfortunately, I had neither, and was forced to watch as the influx of anxious requests for my return flooded my inbox.

And oh my, was it fun.

However, the purpose of this particular entry is not to complain, nor to insult, or to complain some more. Which is a nice change, I'm sure you'll find. From Tuesday the 3rd, until Friday the 6th, "Click Here" will be closed down for complete and utter reform.

After returning to my blog and realising that the number of lists and modules present was astronomical and unpleasantly messy, I decided that;
1) I was going to change the organisation of my space,
2) I rather desperately required a re-vamp of the blog's aesthetic features before I went crazy, and
3) "Click Here!!" needed content change. And fast.

"Click Here!!" has always had a focus on entertainment; there was the list of "CD's Nathan oh-so-desires", "Nathan's Musically Musical wall of Musical Shame", "Nathan's Favourite songs of all time", "Nathan's Favourite Movies", "Movies to avoid like the plague" - the list continues. The new "Click Here!!" will feature he same content, just in a better written and more easily navigatable format.
The newly reformed blog will become much more personal, with my actual self becoming more involved in the entries, etc. "The Pointless Nostalgic" will soon follow, and as an added bonus to every grammar-freak and spelling-browncoat, BLOGS WILL BE EDITED!

With considerable amount of possibly false sincerity,

the-social-bunny.

PS. And so, the countdown begins...