I finally got around to making my thesis on weblogs available online, so if you're interested (and you know Danish) you can download it here.

Speaking of weblogs the funniest thing I've read this week is this quote from Well Hung At Dawn:

"We see on the news that there's an al Quaeda Web site. How the hell is that not shut down? What the fuck is it, www.alquaeda.org? At first we were afraid to log on, but we couldn't resist a glimpse at Dr. Al-Zawahari's blog:

Man, last night's episode of Friends sucked. Went to Lit at around midnight, hung out with two of the guys from the Rapture and Nick from the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Plus, Ultragrrl and Osama got way too drunk on Pabst Blue Ribbon and made out in the chicks' bathroom. Did I mention how goofy Osama looks in his trucker's hat? Stupid hipster infidels!"

Reading WHAD is always like trying to figure out a bunch of private jokes, but when you do get them it's pretty funny.

I like this article from The New York Times about those pesky Best Records... Ever lists. I think the main reason I like it is the claim that nobody actually listens to the top twenty records on those lists because they're all from the 60s and somehow it has just been decided that they're classics and by default better than records from the 80s and 90s.
The reason I've been thinking about this is that every day I listen to the local affilliate of our national radio at work and they have the most unimaginative playlist ever. They play stuff like Limbo Rock, My Way, and Blueberry Hill without a shred of irony, which I'm sure is against at least one law. And when they decide to play halfdecent artists they always pick the one song that's the most overplayed of theirs. So that's another thing I won't miss about going to work there.

It's nice to see that Duran Duran will get another Lifetime Achievement Award. Now if they'd only play a show here and maybe put out a new album in my lifetime then things would be even nicer.

This article on the Vocaloid software, which will most likely replace backup singers in a few years is one of the most depressing things I've read in a while.

I have this thing were once in a while I'll buy a record, listen to it for a bit and then just forget about it. Then one day I'll hear it in a café, a club or a concert venue and then realize how great a record it is and rush home and listen to it over and over again. That just happened again with the new Super Furry Animals record, which I wasn't too impressed by at first. But they played it last week as we were in line to get our coats after the Grandaddy show, and since then I've listened to it every day. Weird, innit?