Normally when we take a look at pointless purchases, it’s Ian who’s been pointlessly purchasing things, and I’m one of the smug onlookers who gets to decide whether to just feel superior or whether to mix the feeling of superiority with a bit of heckling. Today’s different. Today it’s me that’s spent my hard-earned London pounds on something useless.
Here we are, then. Thanks to the fan club mailing list, I offloaded some cash to pre-order this highly collectible limited edition picture disc vinyl of Flood, They Might Be Giants’ biggest album, which has been released to mark its 30th anniversary. It turned up in the post this week.
The B-side has frames from the music video for “Birdhouse in Your Soul” on it, so when you play the record it animates.
This purchase is particularly pointless because I do not have a record player. I cannot play this record. Nor do I need to; I’ve got Flood in my iTunes library and have had it for years. This is just for me to look at. I might even frame it.
Also, it’s yellow. I like yellow things.
22 comments on “Pointless purchase of the month: Chris edition”
That there is a big pile of sex worth tucking into.
I’m glad you approve. Can you see what’s already happened, though? I’ve opened it. It’s been opened. And when I get a chance, it’ll get played as well.
If you bring it up to Newcastle you can play it on my record deck. I bet it’ll sound doody choog.
But also you love points for opening it. You’re not following the rules properly.
I do absolutely love points. That’s a thing I love.
I do apologise for my error, what I meant to say was you lobe points for opening it. Better load up on those lobe points when you can.
No, I don’t lobe points. That’s inaccurate. I would like an apology.
“I’m your only friend, I’m not your only friend but I’m a little glowing friend but really I’m not actually your friend but I am…”
Not going to give you an apology.
Then I’m going to follow Kev’s example, and break into your apology cupboard to steal one off you.
What… no wait… that’s not for you! Put that down!
*aside* I nicked a few out of there a while ago just in case. You know what he’s like. Cracking of the ill thought out ‘zingers’ and then refusing to apologise. Little does he know.
That’s damn smart.
Unfortunately I wasn’t paying much attention when I grabbed something out of there, because I was scared of being caught, so it turns out I actually stole an apologist. He keeps justifying Nazi war crimes. I don’t want him.
They are NOT your apologies. Put them back, young man.
And put that apologist back too. He’s my emergency doorstop.
Also, “cracking of the ill thought”?
Kitty say what?
I don’t know. It’s a Kevinism. You don’t need to understand it, you just need to feel it.
In your soul.
Yeah. Like that. There. Mmmmm.
Like a birdhouse in my soul?
BOOM. Yes. There.
Ten points. I’m proud of you. Prouder than proud. I’m ultraproud of you.
WA wah wah wah yeah yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah wa wa wah wah wah huh wah wah wah
(what?)
Do I get a prize?
No. I’m less proud following that outburst, and I’m keeping the prize for myself. But if you want, I’ll tell you what it is.
Yes please.
Can you also present it a la Jim Bowen from ‘Bullseye’ please? Thank you please.
Present it to myself?
No, present what it was that I could have won as Jim Bowen.
I don’t know what that would involve, so I’m just going to refuse, and to distract your attention from my refusal, I’m going to push your drink off the table.