Excuse my face.
Tuesday, 25 August 2009
Absolution T-shirt
I made this last week using a cheap H&M tee, and a black fabric marker (which are only a couple of quid, very good! Iron to dry or leave for 24 hours and it's good to go; they do fade gradually from washing.)

Excuse my face.
Excuse my face.
Sunday, 23 August 2009
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Mum, her husband, and I went to see U2 in Cardiff last night. After a mishap with the hotel booking was resolved I ended up sleeping on the floor (!!!) but that is irrelevant. Irrelevant I tell you! What's important is how brilliant U2 were, and their new "360" stage, which I thought was going to rotate but didn't.
Now when I say U2 were brilliant, it might make you assume that I'm a big U2 fan, but no, prior to last night they were one of those "yeah I'll give them a listen once in a while, more my parents' favourite than mine though..." kind of bands. Post-last-night's show however, it was a different story.
By daylight

In action

The screen descended

Central column incandescent

Jmalk x.
Now when I say U2 were brilliant, it might make you assume that I'm a big U2 fan, but no, prior to last night they were one of those "yeah I'll give them a listen once in a while, more my parents' favourite than mine though..." kind of bands. Post-last-night's show however, it was a different story.
By daylight
In action
The screen descended
Central column incandescent
Jmalk x.
Sunday, 19 July 2009
Act 1 Scene 1
A man walks down a grey pavement, dressed in black t-shirt, black trousers, black boots, even his spectacles are black. The sky is overcast, and a particularly dark cloud hangs, centred on our protagonist. The soundtrack to our scene is Death by White Lies.
This sounds like the worst movie opening ever, but no, it was just my walk home from work, and as I was strolling along it struck me what a big cliche the whole shabang was.
This sounds like the worst movie opening ever, but no, it was just my walk home from work, and as I was strolling along it struck me what a big cliche the whole shabang was.
Sunday, 12 July 2009
Saturday, 13 June 2009
Person Three
The walk takes him about twenty minutes. The suburban streets are just hot enough to stir up some pollen and irritate his eyes, but not to a level where it is unbearable. He walks through the side door to his house, stepping over the tube that vents the tumble dryer. The fact that the door is open would suggest that either someone is already home or that his residence is being burgled by someone both skillful enough to pick the lock, and sloppy/well armed enough to leave it wide open. After dumping his rucksack in the living room he backtracks to the fridge and picks out a mini can of Coke. The decompression as it opens is music to the young man's ears and the first sip is like the elixir of life itself.
This is surely the power of branding at work; during the final steps of his walk he had been pondering the differences between Microsoft and Coca-Cola as companies. Both are basically in the same league of creating a world dominating brand, but for some reason he feels much less dislike for Coca-Cola. He thinks that maybe this is because he feels trapped in his Microsoft bubble, and wishes he had made the time to learn how to use MacOS, Linux and whatnot [note to self: is whatnot a good name for an OS? It'll probably sound worse when I read this back later.] CC on the other hand? Well there's always Pepsi... with their puny three colour advertising, inferior to the minimalism of Coke's Red and White. (Microsoft = Four. FOUR! The brutes.) Not to mention the variety of other beverages he consumes on a regular basis, both soft and alcoholic, ranging from the ales of local micro-breweries to mass-produced pop.
And so it was a combination of the heat and this train of thought that inevitably led to the selection of the drink. Now there's about three-quarters of an hour to use (he tries to avoid thinking of it as "killing" time) before going out.
This is surely the power of branding at work; during the final steps of his walk he had been pondering the differences between Microsoft and Coca-Cola as companies. Both are basically in the same league of creating a world dominating brand, but for some reason he feels much less dislike for Coca-Cola. He thinks that maybe this is because he feels trapped in his Microsoft bubble, and wishes he had made the time to learn how to use MacOS, Linux and whatnot [note to self: is whatnot a good name for an OS? It'll probably sound worse when I read this back later.] CC on the other hand? Well there's always Pepsi... with their puny three colour advertising, inferior to the minimalism of Coke's Red and White. (Microsoft = Four. FOUR! The brutes.) Not to mention the variety of other beverages he consumes on a regular basis, both soft and alcoholic, ranging from the ales of local micro-breweries to mass-produced pop.
And so it was a combination of the heat and this train of thought that inevitably led to the selection of the drink. Now there's about three-quarters of an hour to use (he tries to avoid thinking of it as "killing" time) before going out.
Sunday, 10 May 2009
Street Art: Nottingham
Wednesday, 6 May 2009
Remake
I hate remakes of good movies, don't you? If it ain't broke the chances are you're only going to **** it up. But today I read about a remarkable exception. Two boys from Mississippi spent a considerable chunk of their childhood (over a period of about 7 or 8 years,) making their own version of Indiana Jones: Raiders of the Lost Ark. Spielberg LOVES it and the first ten minutes are available for our viewing pleasure on Youtube: Raiders of the Lost Ark: The Adaptation
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