A Thunderbolt Display is In The Box! Argh! Lookit that thing! 27 inches! 16:9 aspect ratio! 2560 x 1440 resolution! Phwoar! Amazing! It's so beautiful! It looks like the monolith from 2001 A Space Oddessy! My productivity has increased fiftyfold today! I am a machine ! I am become at one with le technologies! I am as The Singularity! HOOOO GRAAAAAGH!

Seriously, having a massive monitor is so flipping amazing. I AM VERY VERY HAPPY RIGHT NOW (and mixing a song, in MASSIVE VIEW, this easily NAVIGATING the MIX)

I have also, as you can see above, made an UNBOXING VIDEO. Unboxing videos, if you didn't know, are A Thing. A very big thing on the internets, especially with Apple stuff. My dastardly plan is that loads of UNBOXING fanatics watch my video and then listen to my music and LIKE IT A LOT, and, like, BUY A T-SHIRT. Genius huh?

Although in retrospect, I now realise it would have been a good idea to out some of my music in the flipping unboxing video. DOH. But I was so busy being fifty times more productive than usual! I didn't think!


Speaking awesome videos (we were, right?), Edward Tipping left this on my Facebook.It's a MASHUP and a NEW BABYDOLL VIDEO, and it is VERY ACE.

Damn, that was a typo and a half. You can't see it now, but instead of VIDEO I'd written BIDEO. It was also pointed out to me earlier on Twitter that I'd spelt Gonzales "Gonazles" THREE TIMES in my last post. Does that mean I'm slightly dyslexic or something? Ot just crap at typing? Or both?


So I fell alseep on the sofa after 5, and was awakened gently by Super Phil at 6:20, and it transpired Bird left my bag with my passport in it at the venue last night. But Bird's got me another ID card, so we're outside waiting for Jeff to pick us up at 6:30. And at midday we're in LA, and soon after that we're in Interscope's offices,and I'm filling a bag with Nirvana, Guns N Roses, Gilbert And Sullivan, Dre, Peter Gabriel, Police and other such back catalogue. Jimmy Iovine has a signed letter from Tupac and a video console that won't switch on. And loads of ideas. A balcony. A lush view. LA is lush to look at, from these places of advantage. Like, later we visit Jeff and Trent's, and there's this fucking alien cat that loves me, and an incredible, incredible view, of this desolate wilderness spattered with money.

It was a lovely day.

But in the nighttime it is hard not to see that LA is awash with cunts. It is a sad and massive amount of cunts, and I am not sure whether it is sad because this is what the world did to them, or because this is what they do to the world, or because they are cunts, and you can see their faces rotting right in front of your eyes.