Lisa

started watching Nirvanna the band the show, unsurprisingly I'm a fan. they got my Canadian millennial ass

Heated Rivalry gifs on that page of the dash too. can you imagine

scrolling Tumblr and i almost accidentally sent my dashboard to the printer in the other office just now

might start posting indiscriminately. stream of consciousness posting. cognitive behavioural posting

I was Jim Carrey for three years and nobody gave a shit

watched a movie tonight. we’re so back

McLennoning in 2026. I’m fine

We were driving past a vast shopping mall, near Walt Whitman's birthplace, when a familiar voice boomed over the four speakers. "Fuck a pig!" John shouted. "It's Paul!" Indeed, it was Paul McCartney's new hit single, "Coming Up," a catchy tune built around a repetitive staccato riff. John frowned, turned up the volume, and began to nod to the beat. "Not bad," he said at the end of the song, sounding surprised and even somewhat disappointed. When the announcer mentioned that Paul played all the instruments himself, John mumbled something to the effect that it made perfect sense because Paul had always wanted to be a one-man band. John turned down the volume again and fell silent for a while. Then he asked me to get him a copy of Paul's new album and to set up a stereo system in his bedroom. I had a hi-fi system sent from New York by limousine that same day, and I had no trouble finding Paul's record, McCartney Il, in a local music store. I also added Paul's new release to the tape collection I kept in the glove compartment of the car. I knew that John would sooner or later shed his reluctance to listen to my tapes, and I wanted, when the time came, to have plenty of new music for him to be inspired by. Ever since I had gone to work for John more than a year ago, I had secretly hoped that he would rouse himself from his deep inertia and once again astonish the world with his songs. The next day at breakfast, John hummed the melody of Paul's new single, which he said he could not get out of his head. "It's driving me crackers!" he exclaimed cheerfully. He said the album was uneven, but he acknowledged that it was an unusually adventurous effort by Paul, and far superior to his previous release, Back to the Egg, which

Cold Spring Harbor 123 John had dismissed as "garbage." He gave Paul credit for trying his hand at something new. I realized that after years of lying dormant, John's competitive nature had been aroused again. As long as Paul kept churning out mediocre "product," John felt justified in keeping his own muse on a shelf. But if Paul was writing decent music, then John felt compelled to take up Paul's challenge. It was a conditioned reflex, nurtured during years of friendly (and later fierce) rivalry in the Beatles. John told me that Paul was the only musician who could scare him into writing great songs, and vice versa. That was the nature of John and Paul's rela-tionship: creative sibling rivalry. In a startling turnaround, John asked me to bring him up to date on the new music scene. During the next few days we cruised around Long Island's North Shore listening to the latest new-wave groups. John was particularly impressed by the Pretenders and Lene Lovich as well as Madness, aBritish ska band. Ska was a style of music that had originated in Jamaica in the 1950s and became popular among Lon-don's West Indian community, where it was known as bluebeat. John told me that he had been a fan of this style of music in the sixties. I soon picked up more ska music by bands such as Selecter and the Specials.

“John told me that Paul was the only musician who could scare him into writing great songs, and vice versa.”

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Started listening on my way to work, the slurping noises directly into the microphone at about 9 mins in assured me that the nonsense pod I've loved for 12 (?!) years is just as reliably silly as it's always been. Thank goodness

watching Twin Peaks: The Return in theatres, feeling a lil loopy. intermission just happened and now here comes Dougie

I really hope they do 😭 it’s been just over two weeks now and I’m in mental agony

Just a reminder while this is a victory, it's not over yet until Discord completely gives up on the age verification nonsense. Don't resubcribe to Nitro immediately.

Happy Twin Peaks Day

103, although I'm not sure about many of the selections on here. sometimes the majority of people are wrong

always thinking about that a little bit tbh 🥺💓

That’s very true!!! My favourite type of vocation tbh & one I feel is crucial to all of our well being as humans 💓

thank you so much 💓 ugh it’s the worst when the meds that are meant to help you are a hindrance. I’m really hoping mine will balance out soon, I’ve been told it could take up to 6 weeks so I’m trying to be patient 😭

BEAUTIFUL LITTLE PAL!!! 🥺 thank you very much!!

TRUE!!! I've been getting back to reading after years of struggling & this is heartening to remember

ALWAYS appreciate seeing a wonderfully weird baby 🥺

trying to adjust to a new medication & my brain is running on a constant hum of anxiety & gloom, so please -

share some positivity in response to this! I could really use it 🙏

Pacino eyes stopping me in my tracks on my timeline

Letterboxd recent activity: Paul McCartney: Man on the Run (2025) Eve’s Bayou (1997) Within Our Gates (1920)

a slower week bc I was extremely busy last weekend but some good watches #LetterboxdFriday #LastThreeWatched <- is that even a tag 😔

working from home benefits include rewarding myself with a little lie down after I’ve sent a few emails

stress levels thru da roof

My recent activity on Letterboxd: Sleepless in Seattle (1993) Cool Runnings (1993) Safety Last! (1923) Just Another Girl On The I.R.T. (1992)

had a very 90s week and also had some fun with Harold Lloyd

#LetterboxdFriday #LastFourWatched

today I’m 5 with a hint of 7

NOOOO I’m so sorry ugh 💓

Godspeed 🫡

I'm 3 btw