This kind of explains most of history, as well as why smoking is baaad.
Monthly Archive for March, 2004
It’s far too long since I had any articles published - I bin too busy thinking of other things. Well, I did get around to writing another book review last month - of Margeting by André Plateel. The review was for Brand Republic, and it then got picked up by Media Asia magazine, who ran it alongside the beautiful photo to your right, which makes me look a little like the leader of some obscure cult (photo of me taken in our living room by Gill). Anyway, without any further ado, here is the review wot I wrote.
| The Potion Maker |
|---|
| gulchium is a cloudy, porous grey solid drained from the bones of a sphinx. |
| Yet another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern |
| The Potion Maker |
|---|
| womanonfiretium is a translucent, crumbly purple powder distilled from the pollen of a honeysuckle. |
| gulchium is a cloudy, porous grey solid drained from the bones of a sphinx. |
| Mixing womanonfiretium with gulchium causes a violent chemical reaction, producing an opaque opalescent potion which gives the user protection from mischief. |
| Yet another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern |
Fun coincidences #5763:
For some reason, I started thinking about vacuum cleaners the other day. I forget what prompted it, and in which order my thoughts came, but I do remember thinking about the old globe-shaped hoover we had as a kid, how kind of central it seems to my memory of the house (probably because I was on a level with it most of the time) and whether Lola will grow up with similar ground-level memories of our little Dyson.
Then tonight, I was just quickly scanning through a few blog sites, and on Boing Boing I found a link to a wonderful array of hoovers, including our very own space-age globe-sucker. I’m not sure whether ours was the 1964 ivory/pale green (I think it was) or the 1970s ivory/royal blue - I actually remember it as being kind of turquoise.
Sweet memories of sucking my thumb in front of the coffee table. Everything was turquoise in those days. Everything.
Well, I’m glad I never got invited to join Metafilter. Somebody just posted what has to be the best poem I read this millennium, and all those pussies can do is whine about it and try to ban the guy who posted it. Lighten up.
I feel like a Bluebell Morning. Just been for a meditate and, despite the fact that I was virtually falling asleep for most of it, I feel like a new person. I feel like a phoenix rising (but I’ve wasted all the best years of my life).
(ha! And just as I was about to press Post, the heavens opened and tipped hail and snow outside my window)
Careful with that hard disk Eugene! This sounds a fun hobby. I used to greatly enjoy scanning through un-erased hard disks when I collected ex-lease computers for Olivetti. Always nice to find some personal letters in among all the business forms and accounting data.
This is what boats should look like!
Recent Comments