Archive for November, 2005

Animals do the Darndest Things.

Friday, November 11th, 2005

The beast has taken to sitting *between* the stacked plastic chairs. Who knows…

This has been another slightly out-of-focus post brought to you by my phone. Suck it up.

wtf ..?

Friday, November 11th, 2005

Does that program even exist anymore? Stupid Yahoo.

Doggle

Friday, November 11th, 2005

I’m not sure that my cameraphone has ever quite managed an in-focus photo. Still cute though. (The dog that is. Although the phone is also quite the chick magnet. Nothing draws in the ladies like shiny devices that do many things, poorly.) Enough.

Conjoined Bananas

Wednesday, November 9th, 2005

Conjoined fruit and vegetables are teh w00t.

…and it seems I’m not the only person who thinks so.

[update, 10.11,2005 @ 11.56am]: After an exhaustive round of fact-checking that ran late into the night, I can finally confirm that the bananas have been eaten. When confronted about the eating of the conjoined bananas, the eater reported that “…they were a bit much. It was like eating two bananas at once”. Indeed.

Banksy Mac & Post Secret Mac

Wednesday, November 9th, 2005

The Fifteen Seconds of Fame (Warhol Mac) from the other day set me drifting in a couple of different directions…

First up, Andy Warhol’s repetitive aesthetic pleases me. Art is always cooler when it’s either (a). really really big, or (b). really really repetitive. So I asked myself, ‘who is carrying dear Andy’s torch into the 21st century?’ … and soon arrived at Banksy, everyone’s favourite art terrorist. Thus, the Banksy Mac.

Secondly, at around the same time I observed that bOINGbOING was the biggest blog in the blogosphere, I noticed the amazing Post Secret was second. Hence, the Post Secret Mac.

The Banksy Mac template is here: pdf; The Post Secret Mac template is here: pdf. Go and make them. Now.

Credits. Images on the Banksy Mac are from a little book he self-published a few years ago called ‘Banging Your Head Against a Brick Wall’. Images on the Post Secret Mac are from the 30.10.2005 update, and this more permanent collection at defunktion. All are used without permission

Um, yeah, sorry

Tuesday, November 8th, 2005

Seems I underestimated the power of the swarm:

Unfortunately, the main site for this story has succumbed to the oppressive weight of the click-happy Internets, but BoingBoing still has a picture and a snippet of info up about it…(tuaw.com)

Anyway, site is back up, and the paper mac pdfs are now hosted at the wonderful ourmedia.org, the spring chicken nestled under the wing of the mighty internet archive. Support ourmedia.org. They do good things.

I have two more paper macs on the way. Both inspired by my previous post. They will rock your nuts**.

** Disclaimer: Your nuts may not actually rock. In fact, you may not even have any nuts. I cannot be held responsible for this.

Fifteen Seconds of Fame (Warhol Mac)

Sunday, November 6th, 2005

Fifteen minutes is probably unrealistic in our media saturated times, but 15 seconds is still doable. So, in commemoration of our recent bOINGbOINGing, (which is, after all, “the biggest blog in the blogosphere“), I bring you Fifteen Seconds of Fame (Warhol Mac):

maaaaake? pdf

Harmony Mac

Saturday, November 5th, 2005

In a startling departure from previous adventures, I bring you the cute and cuddly Harmony Mac. Harmony Bear is a Care Bear stupid.

::wub me; make me:: pdf

State of the Union

Saturday, November 5th, 2005

Campaign poster from the recent student guild elections:

See, it’s funny because the platform - better communication - is being communicated in such crazy-international-student-pidgin-engrish. I say ‘crazy’ because Euntaek has a wild, wild look in his eyes. Maybe he’s the shake-up the union so badly needs?

Proof — Pudding.

Saturday, November 5th, 2005

So, my house monkey has been sculpting heads. This is the latest:

Nothing unusual about that, you may think … EXCEPT IT LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE OUR LAST PROPERTY MANAGER, TRACEY WILSON! See:

Look! Crudely photoshop a curly mop on it, and they’re indistinguishable:

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<-- Clay

Flesh –>

(I think)

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There is something deeply Freudian in this…