Inifinite waste of time
:: An amazing collection of firework photographs choreographed to MGMT's really rather good Kids' song.
Fireplays from Jon Thomas on Vimeo
:: Could Batman exist in real life?
[Scientific American]
:: Maggie Gyllenhaal, does us an interview.
[Onion AV Club]
:: How making banal decisions like choosing what clothes to wear tires your brain out for the really important questions, like cake or death.
[Scientific American]
:: A free song from Amy Winehouse's flatmate!!!!!!1eleven, etc
[Popjustice]
:: Make spaghetti out of pick-up sticks and rubick's cubes
[Youtube]
:: This appears to be for real - an inexplicably coarse sex education lecture in the style of a Ladybird book courtesy of, er, Scotland's National Health Service.

"Shona has a banana in her lunchbox.
She shows Kirstie what she'd like to do to Tam if she had the chance."
[Be Books Online]
:: Roisin Murphy talks about recording a new album. Let's hope someone buys this one.
[Arjan Writes]
:: Find out what happened when I met the Pussycat Dolls (well, spoke to one of them on the phone)
[BBC]
:: How many of us are aware that when we look into a mirror we see an image on the mirror surface that is exactly half life size?
[New York Times]
:: Finally, is this really how three-year-olds deal with monsters these days?
Labels: humour, links, Music, pussycat dolls, video


It's been a relatively quiet day today, and still I haven't managed to track down any new music worth writing about. 

You know, that muppet blog idea I had last week is seeming better and better as the Sesame Street posts stack up...
Last time I saw Annie in concert, she was flailing about aimlessly behind a DJ while a largely indifferent St Etienne audience drank beer and talked amongst themselves. The Norwegian popster even walked off the stage a couple of times, such was the indifference of the crowd.
After a couple of songs, however, things began to warm up. The deliciously dark stomp of I Want You To Take Me Home was the turning point, with the band settling into a groove and Annie striking a series of convincing rock chick poses with her mic.
Back in the 1980s, when we were all innocent and David "Kid" Jensen (he was a baby goat) would play a song on Radio One because it made him chuckle, every summer had a novelty song that was brilliant and irritating in roughly equal measure. Examples included: Star Trekkin', The Chicken Song, Agadoo and Sabrina's Boys, Boys, Boys.
I forgot to mention that the 
When a band calls themselves Amazing Baby, you can only hope and pray that their music justifies the sheer brilliantness of that name.
Two US soul divas have weepy ballads lined up for their next single, but who's best?
US starlet Katy Perry is about to invade the UK with a song that will woodpecker its way into your brain. If you read any other music blog except this one, you have probably heard it already. But that's never stopped me before…
As one blogger noted, "she sold out everything before she even released a single".
It seems that Nas has accidentally tuned into Fox News and realised that it's, well, a tiny bit biased. It didn't make him happy.
Those of you unfortunate enough to have bought the Sam Sparro album will by now have realised that - the amazing Black & Gold aside - he is nothing more than a camp US version of Jamiroquai.
Let me introduce you to Bo Pepper, a feisty, female-fronted four-piece with a knitted animal fixation, who look like they'll have the charts stitched up by the end of the year.
Bloc Party are one of those bands who constantly defy expectations. Starting life as a jittering little indie band in the Franz Ferdinand mould, they blossomed into something altogether more captivating with the gothic chords and tribal rhythms of their second album Weekend In The City.
I'm a bit of a sci-fiphobic (what's so great about lasers anyway?) but I have found myself sucked into watching the latest series of Doctor Who. This is largely, but not entirely, due to mrsdiscopop's crush on the perma-gurning hunkalove that is David Tennant.