October 2010
11 posts
Nowdays everybody wants to talk
Professor Layton… Layton… Ladytron?
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"Bomb squad finds kittens", comic interpretation
Or what really happened:
“Birdhand” by Þverfellshorn.
My old...
Business cards for cats
I share my flat with a cat called Mr. Jinx. He thinks a lot of himself, and can be aloof around guests, so I made him some calling cards.
That bit on the back is his catchphrase.
And here he is, looking suave as ever:
Made with Moo.
Cakes & Crunk
My girlfriend’s been doing a bit of cake-making recently, under the banner of Cakes & Crunk. There’s a whole psychedelic, Day Of The Dead vibe going on, and they’re in the W&K London offices this week.
Mighty fine, eh? If you want an amazing cake made for you, then just ask!
Pash the system
French teenagers sure know what protesting is all about…
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They raised the retirement age anyway.
Original:
Gameification, a play in two parts
A & B realise there are some THINGS.
A: Look at all these things.
B: It would be good to have them.
A: Yes, I would like these things…
B: And then, more things still.
A: More things! Better yet… more things than other people!
B: They would be jealous.
A: They would.
B: Perhaps some of these things are better than the other things…
A: Perhaps. I would very much like...
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Twitter thing #1: @thehumidity
Confession time: Occasionally, I pose as a meteorological phenomenon, find those afflicted by it, and taunt them.
A couple of weeks ago, someone, somewhere humid, posted a fake retweet:
I thought this was genius, and immediately registered @thehumidity so that it actually worked. Next to heat, wind and rain, humidity is comparatively harmless, so the idea of it gleefully mocking the...
X Factor Drinking Game
I’ve always been a grumpy X Factor hater, convinced it was stultifying, brain-murdering dross designed to sedate the ignorant, drooling masses.
It turns out I was wrong, and it’s actually fucking brilliant. Now I find the smug Twitter-enabled bleating of those “too cultured” to enjoy it indicative of a certain mean-spiritedness: what precisely do these armchair critics...
WEEK 1234
A week too numerically significant to go un-noted - my 1,234th attempt at impersonating a functioning human being for seven consecutive days.
This week, there were some productive meetings as regards Gillespie, and it looks like Latimer might finally be ready to wrap up.
Words With Friends: I am to be feared. Chess With Friends: I am to be pitied. Angry Birds: I played it a lot. I became a...