Dusty Chalk

The battery acid would have done some damage or discoloration to the sheets before the sheets transferred any acid to your face. They're more sensitive than your skin is, since they're not alive. Realize also that it would be extremely diluted. Your face is not going to melt off in your sleep, the sheets would be gone while still in the washer before there's enough acid for that to happen.

They said something about headphones without serials in the initial text, so I suspect they expect the thieves to obscure the serials somehow, either by filing off or somehow else.

Carrots, celery, and cauliflower with home-made vegetable dip -- yogurt, dill, and feta. Needs something else, going to try cumin.

Voivod, because I'm in that kind of mood

Steven Wilson, Hand. Cannot. Erase. It's quite great, if I may say so. Continues in the direction started by Raven...

They misspelled my sister's name! :\

From Tim Powers' Facebook post: Well that explains a lot.

Some crap techno spun by a DJ pre Infected Mushroom animatronics gig

EDIT: Oh Land posted this picture of herself:

Radioactive Man, Uranium EP -- those who dig Knucks' spinning will probably like this

That's still half fast. That's quarter-assed.

I think it's a 50 Shades of Grey reference, I don't get it neither. Do you see the handcuffs? That's the only thing that makes me think that.

I do the same thing with my hamper, LOL (and play Words With Friends on my phone or read Kindle book).

Lived long and prospered

House of Cards, Season 3 Just one episode, lollers

Happy birthday! (party favour noise)

Wandering around a bit -- last night was listening to the new Swervedriver which is outstanding -- I need to go back and listen to their older stuff, but offhand, I think everything has improved -- the songwriting, the playing, the production, they even started doing those slow whammy bar bends that I associate with My Bloody Valentine and makes me weak at the knees no matter who is doing it. Now listening to Knucks' last set. Will probably listen to Ólafur Arnalds' Broadchurch soundtrack after that.

Thanks, listening now. And: sorry -- Friday nights are really hard for me for some reason.

With a capital 'mixed'. I like the haphazard nature of the presentation. It looks like how I pile things on my plate at an all-you-can-eat buffet.

No idea. Click the link. DEW ET. No, seriously, it's this bizarre, muscular cross between shoegazer (My Bloody Valentine, Slowdive, et al) and grunge (Nirvana, Alice in Chains, Soundgarden, Pearl Jam, et al), with this astoundingly strong ear towards songwriting -- if that sounds appealing, then give it a try.

New Swervedriver fucking rocks. It's like a time machine that takes one back 17 years. Slow guitar bends still slay me.

Black Mirror Season 2, Episode 1 Had me weeping twice already, and I'm not even halfway through, what an emotional roller coaster. Shelly, you might want to skip this particular episode for now.