...providing you read this the very second I put it up, otherwise you will be too far into the future and make my title obsolete. Nice thought that actually, i'm talking to you all from the past, not knowing what will happen in the future, hope you are all enjoying yourselves! Anyway, I may very well be rambling slightly so here is todays post...
A new app for the iPad and guess what, this actually looks like it could be of use!
Add this to the santa/birthday list please...
Tuesday 27 April 2010
Monday 26 April 2010
An embarrassing tale. By way of apology for not posting for a week...
I'm going to tell you a story, It's absolutely true and happened to ME. just one of many embarrassing stories (I should really write a book). This is a real belter, you can tell it in pubs and pretend it happened to someone you know (which I guess it did). Anyway here goes...
The Most Embarrassing Moment of my Life... so far...
by Josh Denton
I am about 14 years old, just a boy, young and impressionable. Me and my friends are all around at one of their houses (parents house) having a sleepover, we are all upstairs playing Street Fighter (possibly 3rd strike, maybe alpha 3 just as a time frame for you). We are all sharing an 8th of skunk which we either procured together from a friends older brother/the skate park or my mate, whos house we were at, Dad (an artistic man [a legend really] who introduced us to the world of green [in his defence he was doing it because he thought that it was better that he show us it that some older boys and as I no longer smoke it i'm guessing it worked?]).
So anyway we are all upstairs in his bedroom which had been converted into a gaming haven for the night, big pillows/sofas etc. We smoked a couple of J's playing the customary 'Bu-wies-er' game (holding deeper and deeper 3 tokes round) to get the most from it and sat down to get stuck into some playstation, very very mashed.
I'm sitting near to the back of the group, I start to feel really dizzy and wobbly, 'it'll pass', I think to myself and keep watching Akuma pummel Chun-Li on the 14 inch tv taken in to the room especially for the game night. I look into the mirror on the wardrobe to my right and see my lips are starting to go a bit white. "you OK Jocky?" says Naim, "Yeah, course I am!" I reply in a sort of 'why the fuck wouldn't I be?' sort of jokey retaliation, "You gonna green? you look white", "NO, i'm fine!". A few more minutes pass (which feel like hours as by now I'm spinning like a catherine wheel) and start to wretch a little, obviously hiding all this from my mates as it would be 'pussy' to green out. Suddenly a BIG wretch comes up and I have a full mouth of warm, chunky, acidy vomit. Not much of this escaped my mouth so I calmly make for the door like i'm going to the toilet for a piss. At this point I am still feeling like I have not passed the point of no return, embarrassment-wise, as if I just make it to the bathroom I know I can just throw-up in the loo, have a little rest and a splash of cold water on the face and i'll be sorted.
So, I open the bedroom door, no one sees, I stagger out into the hallway and make my way round the banister to the end of the hallway where the bathroom is. This is where the real torment begins. On my way along the corridor I wretch uncontrollably again and (as my mouth is already tight with sick) there is a vomit explosion. I know I've made a mess but I get to the bathroom and rest my shaky hands on the rim of the toilet and my heavy head on the side of it. After a few minutes of doing an impression of a bird feeding its young into the watery nest I decide that, if I am to keep this as my own dirty secret, I'd better clean up my mess in the hallway and slip back into the back of the room before anyone notices im gone (which I had been for quite a while now). I follow my little trail of gag out of the bathroom with a wad of bogroll wiping as I go, I reach the door and look out into the hallway and only then do I see the true extent of the damage I have caused. There is sick literally fucking everywhere, the carpets/the rugs/the walls/the oil paintings his dad had done and all over the dresser, all the best cups and plates and cutlery full up with small putrid deposits from my own guts and in the center of this china/vomit covered piece of furniture lay the worst of all... a small picture of someone in a delicate silver frame, I wipe it and reveal a picture of my mates dead grandmother. I could have cried. To be honest I probably did a little, a feeling of absolute dispare fell over me. I went to the bathroom to get a roll of paper to begin the futile clean up. I started slowly padding the floor and wiped my sick splattering from an oil painting of a wedding dress. Then, the last thing that should have happened (I hate you god), and it sealed my fate forever... I heard the door to the living room open and someone (my mates Mum) started walking up the stairs, and in this house the landing doubled back on the stairs so I had to watch the back of her head in horror as she ascended the flight and finally turned round 180 degrees in slow motion to see me on my hands and knees covered in, and completely surrounded by, my own cold, dripping vomit. My mother was called and I went home that night in an extremely sorry state indeed, filled with shame... not with sick.
So there it is, the most embarrassing story of my like so far. I have no idea how i lived with that sort of shame as a school boy or how I ever showed my face in that house ever again, but I did. So yeah sorry again for that mate.
and If you were there that night, love ya boys, a great era...
The Most Embarrassing Moment of my Life... so far...
by Josh Denton
I am about 14 years old, just a boy, young and impressionable. Me and my friends are all around at one of their houses (parents house) having a sleepover, we are all upstairs playing Street Fighter (possibly 3rd strike, maybe alpha 3 just as a time frame for you). We are all sharing an 8th of skunk which we either procured together from a friends older brother/the skate park or my mate, whos house we were at, Dad (an artistic man [a legend really] who introduced us to the world of green [in his defence he was doing it because he thought that it was better that he show us it that some older boys and as I no longer smoke it i'm guessing it worked?]).
So anyway we are all upstairs in his bedroom which had been converted into a gaming haven for the night, big pillows/sofas etc. We smoked a couple of J's playing the customary 'Bu-wies-er' game (holding deeper and deeper 3 tokes round) to get the most from it and sat down to get stuck into some playstation, very very mashed.
I'm sitting near to the back of the group, I start to feel really dizzy and wobbly, 'it'll pass', I think to myself and keep watching Akuma pummel Chun-Li on the 14 inch tv taken in to the room especially for the game night. I look into the mirror on the wardrobe to my right and see my lips are starting to go a bit white. "you OK Jocky?" says Naim, "Yeah, course I am!" I reply in a sort of 'why the fuck wouldn't I be?' sort of jokey retaliation, "You gonna green? you look white", "NO, i'm fine!". A few more minutes pass (which feel like hours as by now I'm spinning like a catherine wheel) and start to wretch a little, obviously hiding all this from my mates as it would be 'pussy' to green out. Suddenly a BIG wretch comes up and I have a full mouth of warm, chunky, acidy vomit. Not much of this escaped my mouth so I calmly make for the door like i'm going to the toilet for a piss. At this point I am still feeling like I have not passed the point of no return, embarrassment-wise, as if I just make it to the bathroom I know I can just throw-up in the loo, have a little rest and a splash of cold water on the face and i'll be sorted.
So, I open the bedroom door, no one sees, I stagger out into the hallway and make my way round the banister to the end of the hallway where the bathroom is. This is where the real torment begins. On my way along the corridor I wretch uncontrollably again and (as my mouth is already tight with sick) there is a vomit explosion. I know I've made a mess but I get to the bathroom and rest my shaky hands on the rim of the toilet and my heavy head on the side of it. After a few minutes of doing an impression of a bird feeding its young into the watery nest I decide that, if I am to keep this as my own dirty secret, I'd better clean up my mess in the hallway and slip back into the back of the room before anyone notices im gone (which I had been for quite a while now). I follow my little trail of gag out of the bathroom with a wad of bogroll wiping as I go, I reach the door and look out into the hallway and only then do I see the true extent of the damage I have caused. There is sick literally fucking everywhere, the carpets/the rugs/the walls/the oil paintings his dad had done and all over the dresser, all the best cups and plates and cutlery full up with small putrid deposits from my own guts and in the center of this china/vomit covered piece of furniture lay the worst of all... a small picture of someone in a delicate silver frame, I wipe it and reveal a picture of my mates dead grandmother. I could have cried. To be honest I probably did a little, a feeling of absolute dispare fell over me. I went to the bathroom to get a roll of paper to begin the futile clean up. I started slowly padding the floor and wiped my sick splattering from an oil painting of a wedding dress. Then, the last thing that should have happened (I hate you god), and it sealed my fate forever... I heard the door to the living room open and someone (my mates Mum) started walking up the stairs, and in this house the landing doubled back on the stairs so I had to watch the back of her head in horror as she ascended the flight and finally turned round 180 degrees in slow motion to see me on my hands and knees covered in, and completely surrounded by, my own cold, dripping vomit. My mother was called and I went home that night in an extremely sorry state indeed, filled with shame... not with sick.
So there it is, the most embarrassing story of my like so far. I have no idea how i lived with that sort of shame as a school boy or how I ever showed my face in that house ever again, but I did. So yeah sorry again for that mate.
and If you were there that night, love ya boys, a great era...
Monday 19 April 2010
for those that care (which is probably the majority), the new iPhone...
and remember... you saw it here first (that is if you did actually see it here first and not at Gizmodo).
I actually made a few little videos of the phone but decided to let Gizmodo show them as I thought they might clutter up my page a bit, you can see them all here...
http://gizmodo.com/5520164/this-is-apples-next-iphone
I actually made a few little videos of the phone but decided to let Gizmodo show them as I thought they might clutter up my page a bit, you can see them all here...
http://gizmodo.com/5520164/this-is-apples-next-iphone
Another iPad book teaser...
Looks like fun but is it mixing things that shouldn't be mixed? Books are best served with a hefty does of your own imagination, I have trouble enough concentrating for a length of time without all those distractions (not really aiding the story), great for kids but is this really an expensive Nintendo? Am I just being a cantankerous old grouch? Yes, I probably am. I would definitely rather read this version than the regular one...
Think it looks good?
Friday 16 April 2010
In new music I like...
Although when I first got to the site I got 6 'indie girls with a cute croaky voice and an old acoustic guitar' type artists in a row and nearly gave up until I got a Z-Trip track which confirmed that this was a more serious experiment than I had thought when I was at croaky indie girl with old acoustic guitar number 5.
...and downloadable, boomshakalaka.
www.thesixtyone.com
...ok, 'Hi bitch, Bye bitch' by Electric Fence has just taken my estimations down a peg or two so I'm guessing there is actually a fair amount of shite on here but a site worth checking out...
...and downloadable, boomshakalaka.
www.thesixtyone.com
...ok, 'Hi bitch, Bye bitch' by Electric Fence has just taken my estimations down a peg or two so I'm guessing there is actually a fair amount of shite on here but a site worth checking out...
Thursday 15 April 2010
Sour grapes?
So, Its that time of year again... GLaSTonBuRY. As usual we have a small handful of grumblers saying how shitty the line-up is this year, well these are, coincidentally, the pople who don't have tickets...
Those of you faithful viewers (may God bless your souls) may remember my post during the last Glastonbury saying how painful it was to not be there or something like that. This year I'm so excited I have a ticket I nearly brought a pair of waders from Lidls.
LINE UP: http://www.glastonburyfestivals.co.uk/
Wednesday 14 April 2010
Book Review... Thanks 'Loaf' for hooking me up with a free copy...
It's good.
OK, It's great.
I've spent about a month dipping into this book By Dave Trott (the first of his I have read) and am pleasantly met, time after time, with real interesting and relatable subjects told in a very personal way. Its great I'm planning to read it again as soon as i've finished, memorising the gold. A thinking mans book, a creatives book, a drinkers comment down the pub.
Line after line of 'I have to remember that' moments...
Cheers Trott.
Looking over this after posting I realise it actually looks as if I've been paid to write it, sadly not... open to offers.
Monday 12 April 2010
Thanks to mah homie James Alliban for pointing this beautiful example of projection mapping out to me...
Sterling. Really is a wonderful piece of work this...
"I almost wept when it turned into a cityscape"
James Alliban... thats 2 L's.
ENVISION : Step into the sensory box from SUPERBIEN on Vimeo.
"I almost wept when it turned into a cityscape"
James Alliban... thats 2 L's.
Sunday 4 April 2010
don't be square...
“In 1969, a 14-year-old Beatle fanatic named Jerry Levitan, armed with a reel-to-reel tape deck, snuck into John Lennon’s hotel room in Toronto and convinced John to do an interview. 38 years later he made a film about it.”
Peace.
Peace.
Gr8-bit in the Sky...
This video has nothing more to see, If you aren't a Pink Floyd fan or (even more shame on you) haven't ever heard the Dark Side of the Moon album then just ignore this post. If you are, on the other hand, a stupendously big fan of this album, check this 8-bit rework of their album out...
I don't know why but I really like the boiled down digital effects, must be something to do with the SNES and an addiction to this album...
I don't know why but I really like the boiled down digital effects, must be something to do with the SNES and an addiction to this album...
Swiss army mat...
Now I'm the kind of guy that just cant sit still. If im confined to an office chair i'm sitting on my feet, sitting in a ball and rocking around all over the place so working on the floor suits me pretty well. This little masterpiece really would be the best floor-based product ever purchased. Again, just great design. Kinda looks like what James Dyson would make if trying to improve carpet...
"Created by Shin Yamashita, a student at the Kyoto Institute of Technology, Land Peel is a foam floor covering which also has panels that flip up and fold, to become any sort of furniture you might need: From a table, to a backrest, to a drink tray, to a footrest, to a pillow."
Another birthday/Christmas gift to the list for me folks, note that...
"Created by Shin Yamashita, a student at the Kyoto Institute of Technology, Land Peel is a foam floor covering which also has panels that flip up and fold, to become any sort of furniture you might need: From a table, to a backrest, to a drink tray, to a footrest, to a pillow."
Another birthday/Christmas gift to the list for me folks, note that...
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