Sunday, December 05, 2004
Guess who's back?
C'est moi, returned from my travels. I'd like to say a huge thank you to Waxy for holding the fort these past two weeks while I idled round the orient. I hope it was a worthwhile experiment for him, and just maybe he might like to start his own blog.
I'm still horribly jetlagged, and I've got over 300 photos to upload, so I won't start on the Japan reminiscence just yet. I do however have two weeks worth of link-o-memes to catch up with, so without further ado:The Visible Barbie Project, a doll autopsy that recalls that other internet classic, Secrets of the Magic 8-Ball. Don't go getting your street slang from the NYT, try Streetstyle, a gallery of unflawsable, iight, ghetto outfits, with incredible hilarious user comments: Tokyo has this weird vermin, bigger than a mouse, but smaller that a conventional gaijin rat. They could probably do with hiring Stephen Petren, the Clint Eastwood of amateur exterminators. I like to say a huge "f*ck y'all" to Blogger, who firstly don't have the word "blog" in their spellcheck dictionary, and secondly only use Japanese text when you log in from Japan. Morons. From Is Google God?: No Free Lunch the anti-drug rep site have organised a pen amnesty, whereas Band Aid Dilemma have organised their own amnesty of a more amusing sort for unloved Band Aid singles. Ant Arena and Fly The Copter, neat flash games from South Coast Diaries. Oddly there are two famous people called Nicholas van Hoogstraten. One is a millionaire, murderer and, slum lord, whom you might like to punch; the other writes campy musical comedies for the screen. Excellent Lego timeline. After seeing geoducks at the Tsukiji fish market, I rowed with the GF about what they are called. She said geoduck was only Pokemon No. 100, while I knew all along, that a geoduck is the correct name for this incredible 150 year old, 39 inch, rather phallic bivalve. From a rubbish Observer article about the gawker stable, two awful puns: "New kids on the blog", and worse still, "Just for clicks." Miss Penitenciaria SP, the beauty contest for Sao Paulo's hottest current female convicts. Cluster ballooning rules. But you probably already knew that, having seen the link everywhere already. The Gulf You Are Looking For Does Not Exist. An amusing little googlewhack. Crash Test Dummies Olympics, more flash procrastinatory fodder. I can't commend Twinkler enough as a source of never-ending inspiration. Here's my list of plans for the future, garnered from other people's aspirations.(Though I might scratch Cuthbert in favour of Jessica Simpson dressed as Daisy Duke) Wrath, yet another (brief) flash diversion. Clear your diaries for the 16th: gWem are headlining La Microparty. Who ever needed an excuse to go to Paris? And finally (at last): Mischa Barton and Falkor (from Neverending Story), an uncanny likeness.
C'est moi, returned from my travels. I'd like to say a huge thank you to Waxy for holding the fort these past two weeks while I idled round the orient. I hope it was a worthwhile experiment for him, and just maybe he might like to start his own blog.
I'm still horribly jetlagged, and I've got over 300 photos to upload, so I won't start on the Japan reminiscence just yet. I do however have two weeks worth of link-o-memes to catch up with, so without further ado:
"Christ almighty kid! I feel like your momma after she gets home from the local watering hole smelling like Jim Beam and Lester the Busdriver's Drakkar Noir. I mean its cool if I play along with this and slur like your momma stumbling down the hall with you standing there, "Hey bwoy you smoke all my methols bwoy? I'm finna beat yo a** bwoy." On artistic merit alone and really putting me in your own personal world, I give it a 10."
"In the past three years, Google has gone from processing 100 million searches per day to over 200 million searches per day. And get this: only one-third come from inside the U.S."Americans, you sometimes suck. (Though incidentally Google clearly is God.)
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