Archive for April, 2005

Platonic Memories

Wednesday, April 27th, 2005

The smell of your mothers perfume from the top of the stairs before she went out for the evening.

A Den

A Bow and Arrow made from the plastic poles of wendy houses

A Wendy house

“Moonlight Shadow” by Mike Oldfield

The Thames Televison logo

Babelfish Meme (from clanwilliam)

Thursday, April 21st, 2005

You go find a song that everybody knows and put the lyrics into the Babelfish (http://babelfish.altavista.com/). Translate them from English to German, then German to French, and then French to English. Then post here with 3 clues. See who gets the song right first.

I don’t think there is any need for any clues with this one:

He is not cold exterior, it is there a press atmosphere. I am completely only, more or minus it leaves me to fly distant from now and up to. Recreation, recreation, recreation in in the sun, the sun, the sun. I wish in the lie that also a Mangopflaumesaft fresh comotose and that pj’noyn, the Goldfishmassen, orteils my abnagen is destroyed. Recreation, recreation, recreation in in the sun, the sun, the sun recreation, recreation, recreation in in the sun, the sun, the sun.

From this morning’s independent.

Wednesday, April 20th, 2005

http://news.independent.co.uk/uk/politics/story.jsp?story=631196

Neat comic idea

Friday, April 15th, 2005

HL2-based comic

From todays Guardian.

Friday, April 15th, 2005

Political parties handling peoples postal vote applications

I’m sorry, but WHAT?!?! next they will be offering to count the votes for us too.

Who to vote for and why.

Wednesday, April 13th, 2005

You would be forgiven for thinking that the UK only had three political parties, however now that the manifestos are out, i think some of our more marginal parties may also have important agendas:

Monday, April 11th, 2005

The internet is a wonderful place, it fills in all of the gaps in detail which have existed in my life, which would otherwise go forgotten.

For instance the internet tells me that on the 19th of May 1996 I skyved out of revising for an A-level physics module exam to go and see Sleeper in Wolverhampton wearing flourescent orange PVC trousers and white suspender braces. My only burning memories of the gig were “nice nipples”, and a rather humerous story about two lesbians on the balcony of Wolverhampton civic hall where all of the children were watching [the gig] with their parents, it should be noted that these things are not strictly related.

IKEA

Monday, April 4th, 2005

Despite (several) previous commitments NEVER TO GO TO IKEA AGAIN, we went to ikea this evening (to buy a new cover for our now manky futon) (white: not the colour for furniture).I was persuaded into going along with this on the grounds that there would be swedish meatballs, which it turned out, there weren’t.

We decided beforehand that we weren’t going to buy anything apart from the futon cover because we always end up with crap which we only bought because a) it was cheap or b) they didn’t have what we went for and buying crap made us feel better. In retrospect i think that we did quite well only having bought an ash tray, some IKEA coffee, an interesting metal pot,a brushed stainless steel dish drying stand and the futon cover.

M is now sat on the sofa watching poker with 5 randomly shaped bits of metal in her hands swearing at some plans for what allegedly will become the dish stand.

Which it turns out doesn’t even fit in our kitchen….

And which we probably didn’t really need anyway…

Fuck dell Fuck dell with a big stick!

Sunday, April 3rd, 2005

More dell ranting

food

Saturday, April 2nd, 2005

Those of you who have seem me in the kitchen may have noticed that i fancy myself something rotten as a chef, however you will all be heartened to hear that my culinary exploits do not always go completely, as it were, to plan.

Today, for instance I was inspired to attempt Spanish Spinach and Chickpeas with spices and safron (sorry no safron, so paprika?) accompanied by Quinoa and Moroccan flat bread. What we got, however was something along the lines of flavourless beige goop, flavourless green goop and (in the words of 561 ) something not entirely unlike dwarf bread..

Next time I’ll just shove some part-cooked pasta in the microwave along with everybody else.