December 23rd, 2004
Boring? Us?
Over at Coldplay’s official website, they’ve posted a Christmas video. The band play cover versions of Mistletoe and Wine and Little Donkey dressed in santa hats, while Chris Martin breakdances. Christ alive.
Over at Coldplay’s official website, they’ve posted a Christmas video. The band play cover versions of Mistletoe and Wine and Little Donkey dressed in santa hats, while Chris Martin breakdances. Christ alive.

Over at NOTBBC, there’s a ‘fascinating’ discussion on food that has it’s name printed on it (so that you don’t forget what you’re eating). It shows how slowly my day is going when I’ve spent the best part of an hour trying to think of new examples.
By the way, I wouldn’t advise you to type “M and Ms” into google’s image search while you’re at work.
A little seasonal treat… All of the Beatles’ fan-club only Christmas records in MP3 format. Download them all before Apple’s legal team notices.
After a pretty disastrous year (wardrobe malfunction, massive backlash, low album sales, cancelled tour) Janet Jackson is going back into the recording studio to resurrect her career.
Her secret weapon? Partner Jermaine Dupri, of Usher and TLC fame, is in charge of the project. As a fan, I hope it works… but I’ve never been to keen on Dupri’s remixes of Jackson’s work. Fingers crossed.
Now this is weird. NORAD, the U.S.-Canadian aerospace defense organisation, will be tracking Santa on their radars as he delivers presents on Christmas Eve. They even have a website for it.
“Santa has never been fired upon accidentally as an intruder”, the press release reassures us. Plenty of other useful information follows – from the speed of Santa’s sliegh (nine Riendeer power) to what’s under his red coat (a stomach that helps fight the effects of gravity).
You. Could. Not. Make. This. Up.
(The pictures are getting worse today, don’t you think)
Over at Musicthing they’re gleefully spoiling my favourite instrument – the vibraslap.
They’ve discovered that the mighty percussion giant was originally made from donkey’s jawbones. Hence my hastily rendered artist’s impression.
Never again will I slap without shuddering.