Tuesday tune: XX Gonna Give It To Ya (The XX vs DMX) as remixed by The Hood Internet. [download MP3]
From the same guys who brought you the biggest mashup of 2009… The Hood consistently knocks ‘em dead. I say consistently, actually they’re so prolific that 90% of their work I can take or leave, but when they get it right? They get it right.
Ah fuck, this too:
One of the more shameless branding ideas I’ve seen recently. I look forward to bringing the Parsons Gettin’ Laid Hell Yeah Kitchenware Set to the market real soon.
T(h)u(r)esday tune: The Fall Of Mr Fifths by Why? [download mp3]
Listening to these guys a whole lot at the moment.
From the album Alopecia. Listen on Spotify / find on iTunes.
I basically like weeknotes for the cool codenames.
Well, if I wrote weeknotes, nobody would believe them, but Back To Normal captures the essence of whatever it is I’m starting to do now. Boots on.
“The frogurt is also cursed…”
Found after my party:
So:
A-ha:
Some time later…
Success:
Another mystery solved!
The state of my room here in Peckham got a leetle bit out of control. I decided that it was both time to tidy up, and time to film myself doing it in stop-motion. Enjoy!
[the idea, i stole three-and-a-half-years ago from plasticbag.]
Chat Roulette
So I checked out Chat Roulette the other day. It’s the place where you’re randomly connected to an endless stream of other people’s webcams. As you gaze into the abyss, so the abyss gazes into you. It’s like looking at Youtube commenters, bored guy after bored guy; the occasional swearing sociopath, middle-finger raised, exclaiming “FAGGOT!”; the endless cocks in various states of exposure and tumescence; the rare yet valuable witty contributor.
Cocks aside, the instantly frustrating thing with the experience is the level of passivity from most participants - clicking “next” endlessly, demanding the internet give them something to see, without considering what others might be seeing in them. I exhausted myself trying to emit a gigawatt of sunshine, big smiles and thumbs-up every two seconds, then, when my face started aching, playing everyone the 7th chord from the beginning of “Hard Days Night.”
But occasionally when I found someone who was doing a fun thing of their own (see above) or who was at least receptive, it was mildly rewarding, and the randomly rewarding nature of that experience meant I did spend a good hour doing my best to make the odd person smile.
Even so, by the end, the endless wave of humanity ground me down, and before I knew it I was clicking Next with the same indifference as the next bored guy, after bored guy, after bored guy.
This is my mousepath for the past, ooh, few hours. Better one tomorrow.
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