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Archive for January, 2009
Stuck for an idea for what to get your enemy? Maybe the ex-partner that cheated on you? How about the ex-colleague that participated in that bitch session but then went and told the boss EVERY SINGLE F*CKING word you said? You know, the ones that lie, that cheat, that steal. The ones that pretend that your ideas are their own. Those ones.
Search no further. It’s right here: The Cheers to You CD. Buy it! Put some sh*t in the box with it! Mail it!
The National Film Board (of Canada) has launched a site where you can view a ton of it’s back catalogue. Growing up in Canada you end up seeing a lot of excellent, weird, abstract and experimental animation thanks to the NFB. So, if you ever wonder why so many animators are Canadian or what is wrong with Canadians. You’ll find part of the answer here.
Also maybe here, Right Jon?
Hooray no obituary today!
Patrick McGoohan, March 19, 1928 – January 13, 2009.
One of my all time heroes. A fine actor, he produced, wrote directed without looking like an idiot. I shouldn’t think many men had a better sense of style, ever. More than anything, he was not a number he was a free man.
He joins his wife, whom he was married to for 63 years, in the stars.
Watch the full Episode of Star Trek Original Series, Space Seed, here
These guys squatted a fancy place in Mayfair. Then they got kicked out. So they moved in ’round the corner! For the time being you can go and take classes there:
NICE!
If you live in London, why not skip the Pub tonight or take a sickie from work and go and meet some friendly weirdos?
This actually made me want to live in London again.
I find him relaxing to watch
Ron Asheton has passed away. He was the guitarist in The Stooges. That’s the band that made Raw Power.
See the McDonald’s f*cker underneath this post? He’s a piece of shit. And hey, all you other piece of sh*t bands who make products, like, for example, The Strokes, f*ck off. Ron Asheton was the real deal.
That’s what I’m talking about.
Holy WTF.
Where did the burger come from? Why is he hiding it? That little look right at the end? What is he doing? Holding two tomatoes?
But what about this? Why is the evil lady HIDING HER hamburger? Why is she going to give it to me? Does she suck on the tomato at the end until there is no juice in it? Or does she praise great tomato for the blood that gives the earth?
I used to sit next to this girl at school who, whenever she thought something was funny would poke me repeatedly in the arm with her sharp little pink mouse fingers. It hurt. I hated her. She lied about going to lots of parties and pretended she had this fabulous life outside of school, but I knew she just went home every night and had sausages and chips in front of the TV with her weird smothering parents. She also smelled of wee.
Anyway here is an old post by Annalee Newitz which beautifully sums up what I feel about Facebook.
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