24.01.2012 :
i'm about to rage-quit facebook. the final straw is the tag removal process, which now requires four clicks
and all kinds of bullshit options. um, let me illustrate..
more information about the photo, i want to remove all information.
if i don't want to confirm it (yes it is actually a picture of me), i have to claim it's something against
facebook's terms and conditions. lie, basically.
21.01.2012 :
"these are the good old days" i keep telling people. but no one understands what i'm trying to say.
maybe it's a bad sentence. nouns and adjectives need reconsidering. a substantial verb is required.
fucked, if i know.
weeks of training. ribbit ribbit ribbit. except now she's just pulling it in rage.
excellently put .
11.01.2012 :
i am a bucket of sleeploss. a mouthful of knives.
raindrops making metallic symphonies against the roofing.
rhythms as old as the weather itself.
the music of the spheres is chaos.
girl being asked who her favourite is .
that's what the internet was designed for (not cats ).
30 japanese hornets kill a whole bunch of honey bees ,
in brutal bullet time. probably the actual best video i've seen in months, or longer.
this is what happen when seperately evolved emergent behaviours collide.
or when evolved behaviour meets something unnatural, like wolves slaughtering sheep flocks.
or old people wandering around supermarkeys, how grilly put it.
movie
poster trends is great.
rastamouse was a real thing?
01.01.2012 :
new years morning is for kid a, because seemingly being the only person in the world without a hangover
never made the streets look so lonely. everyone's garbage, drained champagne bottles and firework carcasses,
all lying in puddles in the road. and another danish tradition - rain on new years day.
it's grey and dulled like you forgot days could be.
22.12.2011 :
there's something cosy about cycling to work in the dark. like cycling the inside of a pearl buried deep below the ocean.
the silence of a beast not quite yet waking. and everyone in the street is there with a purpose, even it's a rubbish
one like trying to earn a living. and it's completely unlike cycling back home in the dark again - eight hours later
and you've missed the seven hours of sunlight. it's still pretty out across the harbour, the sunset gradients and the
moon still hovering out there somewhere (does it even dip below the horizon during decemeber? amongst other stupid questions),
but it's a sad and tired beauty.
girl complaining about pink princesses and other coloured superheroes
is one of my new favourite videos. much better viewing than the masturbating dog. she will be president one day. i hope.
crimethinc books , they're very good for reading
on the move (in terms of structure and content), and that simply carrying a book or other political materials can get you
stopped
from boarding a plane is somewhat terrifying. but hey, we all hate ryanair anyway, as if that was the point at all.
content from the chaos communication conference ,
unfortunately probably all essential viewing/listening.
heath ledger photo is a fake though.
Chris TT's top 10 list ,
but top of his best played gig list? that's just some magical shit right there.
(the trick is to give your guests the whiskey bottle and let them get on with it.)
22.12.2011 :
this lack of sleep throws me a kind of sadness that only the silversun pickups can simultaneously understand and remedy.
like a tangible thing that needs playing with. something that needs dragging into the sunlight and skimming through the air.
and it's just fine.
18.12.2011 :
the office christmas dinner is something i always both look forward to and dread just a little.
getting plastered at the expense of your employer is always good, but having them there at
the same time? it's not that i lose astute-ness, if that's a word, it's just that i stop caring so much.
unless that's the same thing. apparently i needed telling "dude, don't talk about that here "
quite a lot. but no worries.
guns .
at first i was extremely unimpressed. don't get me wrong, i'm not a pacifist,
i just don't really like the idea of me shooting guns. but there's nothing worse than a kill-joy
at the christmas party, so i just grumbled about us not being allowed to drink alcohol yet
(after a painful five hour meeting some of us were in serious need to get drunk) and got on with it.
trees to lean against.
14.12.2011 :
listening to the crackle of the rain over the baby monitor. little baby noises. dum dum diddy.
a constant humm from somewhere up in the roofing, a drill or saw, lost in the wind and static.
wiki ) says so much about rugby:
"The first, named Chiming Clock, was originally designed to chime and play music on the hour
and half-hour as a tortoise and hare raced around the dials, reenacting Aesop's fable.
The clock has since suffered issues in timing the sequence, now occurring almost randomly.
The second companion clock, following a train theme to symbolise Rugby's famous railway,
was installed on the opposite side of the shopping centre,
but was soon dismantled and scrapped to make way for shop extensions."
also, why does rugby shopping centre have it's own wiki page?
13.12.2011 :
i've been saving up all year (since last new years, when i bought myself a bottle of brewdog's paradox smokehead
and a bottle of mikkeller's beer geek brunch weasel) for the black tokyo horizon. i couldn't resist the collaboration that
includes my two favourite knobby pretentious breweries. i'm somewhat scared to drink it. the question is,
who wants to join me and what can you bring to the table? (insert evil smiling emoticon of your choice right here).
fish n beer . i got my smokey stouts and i don't want to waste them
on a non-special evening. (but laurence, every evening is special.)
12.12.2011 :
no more cubes for me. not this year at least. with the acquisition of a latch cube and a dayan bermuda earth cube,
which is unnerving to look at, i now feel complete. so who wants to join me for a cube party? my max
capacity is 40 (unless you bring you own cube), and then only if someone doesn't mind being assigned the dreadful barbie cube
(kenneth perhaps?). sign up quickly!
right .
it makes me miss playing with my old original cube (currently part of the cube-mobile).
don't touch my cubes .
10.12.2011 :
i almost forgot to mention that the regulars played in helsingor the other day (a thursday, just to be awkward),
probably because i didn't have much to say about it. safety dance, that's about all you need to know.
but it seemed to go well enough. in some strange way i miss the punk venues, trash strewn around everywhere,
so many empty beer bottles and graffiti'd walls, a huge mac sitting ready for anybody to use in the band room.
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