Be prepared to visit your new favorite website - Overheard in New York. Man, some of this stuff is just golden. Like this one for instance. Ahhhh, pure gold.

The new Depeche Mode is about 30,000 times better than Exciter, with a refreshing return to a more synthesizer driven sound slightly reminiscent of Violator and Music for the Masses. Unfortunately, it lacks the sweeping dramatics and beauty of those classics. It's definitely worth picking up, but don't expect to hear anything as timeless as "Enjoy the Silence" or "Blue Dress."

If you like the Arcade Fire, check out "Cold Wind" from the Six Feet Under soundtrack. Just lovely.

I feel the need to share a pretty interesting dream I had the other night.

Discount Kid (the unprolific Portishead of the blogworld) and I were on a cruise. I was browsing in the duty free shop when all of a sudden I realised that all but one of my credit cards had been stolen. Two teenagers quickly came to my aid, and were awfully interested in the theft. When I told them that I still had one credit card left, they asked me for the account number, and it was then that I realised that these were the people that actually stole my credit cards.

Since I said "You're the two who stole my credit cards!" without telling any officials first, they ran off before I could put the beat down on them. After they were gone, I realized they actually worked for Courtney Love.

Courtney Love, you see, was also on the cruise ship. All she did was walk around, from time to time, in the finest evening wear, with an entourage of Californian brown nosers following her. I spent the rest of the dream hunting Courtney's ass down with the intense sense of revenge of the bride from Kill Bill. I would be walking (stealthily) around the various levels of the cruise ship, see Courtney Love, and go absolutely buck wild. Somehow she'd get away, only for me to run into her later and start rolling with the punches again. I even threw a glass coffee table at her. If you can't tell, I was really really mad at Courtney Love.

While all this was going on, Gwen Stefani was shooting her new music video. Gwen Stefani could jump 20 feet in the air and hover.

So, what happened to the house hunting you asked? Well, it's still going on, but to a much less focused degree. After putting in a losing bid on a cute one bedroom in Chelsea in the late Spring, we didn't find anything worth getting excited about at all. Also, every Friday for the past twenty weeks has contained some sort of debate between the blog shunning discountkid and myself about what is going to happen to the housing market over the next two years. I've maintained my position throughtout - this market is bollocks, everything is way overpriced, we are only making other people rich by buying something right now, the market is unsustainable and will cool down soon, and we should only make an offer on something if we absolutely love the place, because we'll have been wiped out of all of our capital and it will take a few years to build up our finances if we want to trade up to something larger.

Over the past week, the New York Times has been really trying hard to prove me right. First off was last week's article teaching the masses about the immense cost advantages of renting instead of buying, typically an indicator of an out of control market. Then today's news that the market is slowing down (which was very obvious to us this summer when we were often one of a whopping grand total of three visitors at an open house).

I know a market crash would have some pretty nasty affects on the economy. I'd just like things to reduce to a more realistic level for now. I just pity the people that think prices are going to raise 10-30% a year indefinitely. I also have some great dotcom stocks for them that are going to just blow through the roof.