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The Sampo Method
(Match all: Last Played is in the last 1 week, Date Added is in the last 2 weeks, Genre does not contain “Mix:”; Limit to 10 songs selected by most often played.)

1. Front Line Assembly “Justify My Love”
2. P.I.G. “No One Gets Out Of Her Alive”
3. Front Line Assembly “New Years Day”
4. Pro-Tech “Thread Four”
5. Synaesthesia “Nomads”
6. Conjure One “Redemption (album version)”
7. Equinox “Janus Effect”
8. Equinox “Funky Ass”
9. Intermix “Ceremonial Chant”
10. P.I.G. “Contempt”

The “That Was So Last Week” Method
(Match all: Last Played is in the last 7 days, Play Count is greater than 10, Genre does not contain Mix; Limit to 10 songs selected by least recently played.)

1. David Holmes “My Mate Paul”
2. BT “Orbitus Teranium”
3. Ian Brown “F.E.A.R.”
4. Photek “Under The Palms”
5. Sasha “Golden Arm”
6. David Holmes “Don’t Die Just Yet”
7. Lamb “Trans Fatty Acid”
8. Rennie Pilgrem & Uberzone “Black Widow”
9. PMT “Gyromancer (False Prophet mix)”
10. The Prodigy “Fuel My Fire”

The Fuck Off Method
(Match Last Played is in the last 7 days; Limit to 10 songs selected by random.)

1. The Smiths “Pretty Girls Make Graves”
2. Depeche Mode “Policy Of Truth”
3. Nine Inch Nails “Only”
4. Zero 7 “Destiny”
5. Interpol “Stella Was A Diver And She Was Always Down”
6. Danzig “I’m the One”
7. Spylab “This Utopia”
8. Tekara “Breathe In You (Funk Function Vocal Mix)”
9. Synaesthesia “Entropy”
10. Psykosonik “Within”

currently playing: P.I.G. “Everything”

As seen on m00se and modus ponens:

53,137 / 80,000 (66.4%)

Assuming I’m aiming for around 80,000 words in the first draft of my novel, I’m about two-thirds of the way there. Hrmm… I knew I should have typed up those six other hand-written chapters… Looks like I won’t make my December 4th goal…

currently playing: Pro-Tech “Re-Thread”

I’ve been spending a lot of time with David Foster Wallace’s family. So much time that his parents have started to affectionately call me “son” and basically treat me as one of their own. On the night in question, I return to their home quite late (having spent most of that night at a warehouse that Buzz has recently moved into) and am pretty much exhausted and sore. DFW’s parents live in a pretty large, pretty old, pretty Baroque castle. Very last year’s Hollywood meets ancient Celt. Anyway, according to Ma and Pa Wallace, David F. has been in his room for the last two days, crying and just generally depressed. They seem to want to pin it on him. Somehow, this is his own fault. Something that he can control. All that nonsense. Instead, we three have a quiet discussion about how the depression is something else and how we need to get him treatment. But that we might want to give him some time to pull himself out of it, too.