Friday 19 December 2008
Thursday 24 July 2008
Monday 14 July 2008
Friday 20 June 2008
Friday 6 June 2008
The simplest things...
It's been a quiet day off for me, but one that I've thoroughly enjoyed. After heading into town simply to wonder, no shopping agenda whatsoever I spent money on:
!) A very large black americano (the coffee not the slave).
") The cutest edition of the Dharma Bums by Kerouac I ever did see. I had originally started looking at travel guides, which made me think of touring America which then got me thinking about Kerouac which then led me to it. It's a scruffy and new and even has cartoons.
£) Music, in fact is excellent you know so I bought Seasick Steve, Black Lips and the Scratch Perverts Fabriclive album.
Monday 26 May 2008
The Telectroscope - Steampunk Public Art Installation...
For those of you who aren't into checking up on these sort of things I feel it necessary to point this out to you all. Many because I'm in love with all things steampunk at the moment (ever since I came up with the idea to add a pedal power light with cogs and sprockets added to my spokes on my bicycle) but also because it's the only piece of modern, public-space, interactive sculpture that I've actually fallen for in a while.
The Telectroscope has two stories:
1) Started in the 1880's by the great inventor Alexander St. George, a giant tunnel was constructed beneath the earth's crust to connect New York and London by a series of mirrors. After several accidents the telectroscope was abandoned... until recently when artist Robert St. George discovered these long forgotten plans and finally completed the tunnels construction.
2) Using wireless technology and a bunch of electronical gubbins passer-bys can look through the telectrscope at either end and see live footage from the other end allowing people to communicate (albeit through the medium of whiteboards and sign language) on different sides of the Atlantic. Basically, a public web-conference.
Geeeenius. Just look:
The Telectroscope has two stories:
1) Started in the 1880's by the great inventor Alexander St. George, a giant tunnel was constructed beneath the earth's crust to connect New York and London by a series of mirrors. After several accidents the telectroscope was abandoned... until recently when artist Robert St. George discovered these long forgotten plans and finally completed the tunnels construction.
2) Using wireless technology and a bunch of electronical gubbins passer-bys can look through the telectrscope at either end and see live footage from the other end allowing people to communicate (albeit through the medium of whiteboards and sign language) on different sides of the Atlantic. Basically, a public web-conference.
Geeeenius. Just look:
Tada! Links! -
Thursday 22 May 2008
Wednesday 21 May 2008
Muto - Graffiti animation
My my I'm busy today. Two whole blogs in one day (and blogs of such in-deth discussion and analysis that my brain's gonna blow out my assfunnel! I'm sure you'll agree, I'm in serious overdrive).
Anyway, just a little something that I've discovered from 'Blu'. A grafitti artist of excellent calibre that has merged the lines between street art and film. It's an excellent idea and one that I don't think I've ever encountyered before.
MUTO a wall-painted animation by BLU from blu on Vimeo.
Also, check out his website for more from him and stuff etc.
Bad taste...?
Is it just me or are there some serious 9/11 flashbacks involved in this commercial:
Nice commercial and everything (very pretty) but it's even got some old guy taking shelter in a shop while big clouds of foam rumble past the window and down the street outside.
Nice commercial and everything (very pretty) but it's even got some old guy taking shelter in a shop while big clouds of foam rumble past the window and down the street outside.
Monday 19 May 2008
International Food Market...
I'm sat here this afternoon with a cigarette in my hand, laptop sat (rather appropriately) on my lap and a very large, very delicious-looking plastic container sat at my side. It's contents? Around ten whole pounds worth of anchovy and jalapeno stuffed ripe, fresh olives.
Bought yesterday at the first of four of this years Aberdeen International Food Market along with a large bag of excellent (but pricey) pastries, superb (but costly) chocolate coverded raisins, lukewarm (but expensive) paella and a small, lowly potted plant bought for my mum which looks to by clinging desperately to life by it's brown, withered tendrils... But this is not a rant about these over-priced treats. Instead it is to be a rant about the character who sold me the plant.
He may have been French. He certainly had an accent, but where he was actually from I have no idea. What I am certain about is that he was rather creepy, and somewhat desperate to make an almost certain sale. As money was transferred, as the sale was being made and as it was apparent that there was no need for awkward conversation or salesmanship I was asked:
"Why, sir? Why you do this to your face?"
Confused for a second I realised that he was talking about the lipring in my face. Something that has been there for so long that I always forget it's there until it is brought up in conversation.
"Surley sore, no?"
"Eh, no. Not anymore.."
"But why spoil your face?" he continued, starting to get a little weird.
"I, eh, it's so I can tie my face to trucks and pull them down the street."
Now this is obviously not true (although it has been tried and tested. My personal best pulling a desk chair across a room if you're interested) but I thought that this obvious banter may provake a laugh or chuckle long enough for my to escape but, unfortunately he continued unphased with the horrific, and now immortal line:
Now feeling more than a little uncomfortable, but with a small collection of waiting customers now more concerned with this man reaction to my peircing I took them off.
"Oh now!" he exclaimed. "See! So pretty!" He clasped his hands to his face to emphasise and I reaplaced my glasses, grabbed my plant and chage and left. Quickly. Feeling not flattered, but a little used.
International Food Market - 4 star.
French-flower sellers who are not only closet homosexuals, but not afraid to flaunt it - 0 stars.
Bought yesterday at the first of four of this years Aberdeen International Food Market along with a large bag of excellent (but pricey) pastries, superb (but costly) chocolate coverded raisins, lukewarm (but expensive) paella and a small, lowly potted plant bought for my mum which looks to by clinging desperately to life by it's brown, withered tendrils... But this is not a rant about these over-priced treats. Instead it is to be a rant about the character who sold me the plant.
He may have been French. He certainly had an accent, but where he was actually from I have no idea. What I am certain about is that he was rather creepy, and somewhat desperate to make an almost certain sale. As money was transferred, as the sale was being made and as it was apparent that there was no need for awkward conversation or salesmanship I was asked:
"Why, sir? Why you do this to your face?"
Confused for a second I realised that he was talking about the lipring in my face. Something that has been there for so long that I always forget it's there until it is brought up in conversation.
"Surley sore, no?"
"Eh, no. Not anymore.."
"But why spoil your face?" he continued, starting to get a little weird.
"I, eh, it's so I can tie my face to trucks and pull them down the street."
Now this is obviously not true (although it has been tried and tested. My personal best pulling a desk chair across a room if you're interested) but I thought that this obvious banter may provake a laugh or chuckle long enough for my to escape but, unfortunately he continued unphased with the horrific, and now immortal line:
"Please. Please take off your sunglasses. Please?"
Now feeling more than a little uncomfortable, but with a small collection of waiting customers now more concerned with this man reaction to my peircing I took them off.
"Oh now!" he exclaimed. "See! So pretty!" He clasped his hands to his face to emphasise and I reaplaced my glasses, grabbed my plant and chage and left. Quickly. Feeling not flattered, but a little used.
International Food Market - 4 star.
French-flower sellers who are not only closet homosexuals, but not afraid to flaunt it - 0 stars.
Saturday 17 May 2008
Tuesday 13 May 2008
Things That Annoy AlyMondo #3...
Glaswegian Monks
Glaswegian Monk: "Hi there. Was just wondering if you had a minute?"
Mondo: "Um, well, I've just finished work so..."
GM: "I am part of a group of glaswegian monks and was just wondering if you could spare anything?"
M: "Sorry? I've nothing on me."
GM: "That's ok. We spend our time travelling around cities and we're here this week talking to the happy people of Aberdeen..."
M: "Really? Happy people? Aberdeen?"
GM: "Yes."
M: "Well I don't have any cash on me, so..."
GM: "No no. That's ok..."
M: "So... Do you have like a website or anything?"
GM: "YES!"
M: "So... The address?"
GM: "Oh, eh, I don't remember it but that's ok we were just wondering if you could donate some milk?"
M: "Milk?"
GM: "Yes. Just pop off and buy us some milk. You see we live on your donations."
M: "What!? You want me to go and buy you some milk?"
GM: "Yes."
M: "So YOU are the charity then?"
GM: "Yes. That's how we work."
M: "Are you serious? No! Anyway I don't have any cash."
GM: "Yes, I'm serious. It's all very above board (flashes ID card) and it's ok if you don't have any cash. Do you have a card? You could just nip to Somerfield round the corner and buy some milk."
M: "Well I'm a bit skint myself just now, how about you nip off and donate me a packet of fags?"
GM: "Um, no that's ok. Thanks though. Can I maybe ask you to say something... Gouranga! It means 'Be Happy!"
M: "Get fucked."
AlyMondo - not a big fan of charity.
Glaswegian Monk: "Hi there. Was just wondering if you had a minute?"
Mondo: "Um, well, I've just finished work so..."
GM: "I am part of a group of glaswegian monks and was just wondering if you could spare anything?"
M: "Sorry? I've nothing on me."
GM: "That's ok. We spend our time travelling around cities and we're here this week talking to the happy people of Aberdeen..."
M: "Really? Happy people? Aberdeen?"
GM: "Yes."
M: "Well I don't have any cash on me, so..."
GM: "No no. That's ok..."
M: "So... Do you have like a website or anything?"
GM: "YES!"
M: "So... The address?"
GM: "Oh, eh, I don't remember it but that's ok we were just wondering if you could donate some milk?"
M: "Milk?"
GM: "Yes. Just pop off and buy us some milk. You see we live on your donations."
M: "What!? You want me to go and buy you some milk?"
GM: "Yes."
M: "So YOU are the charity then?"
GM: "Yes. That's how we work."
M: "Are you serious? No! Anyway I don't have any cash."
GM: "Yes, I'm serious. It's all very above board (flashes ID card) and it's ok if you don't have any cash. Do you have a card? You could just nip to Somerfield round the corner and buy some milk."
M: "Well I'm a bit skint myself just now, how about you nip off and donate me a packet of fags?"
GM: "Um, no that's ok. Thanks though. Can I maybe ask you to say something... Gouranga! It means 'Be Happy!"
M: "Get fucked."
AlyMondo - not a big fan of charity.
Sunday 11 May 2008
Soup of the day...
The first installment of how i spend a small part of my mornings- coming up with silly little cartoons for the soup board at work.
Sunday 13 April 2008
Graphjam...
Found through the Gaurdian, a website to waste time on. Even more so than the people that have wasted time on producing it's contents:
Essentially people making graphs and pie charts inspired by song lyrics and pop culture references is good way to kill time much in the same vein as icanhazcheezburger.com but not as tedious or repetitive. Some hit and some miss on an epic scale but worth a look nonetheless.
Thursday 10 April 2008
Things That Annoy AlyMondo #2
When people say they've seen a film, when they quite obviously haven't, but continue to talk about it anyway!
"Aw, man, have you seen [insert film's name here]?"
"Yeah, yeah.""It's sooo good! I saw it last night, been meaning to see it for a while."
"Yeah, it's ace. I went to see it in the cinema."
"Oh, how cool was that bit when [insert exciting/movie-defining/critical-to-plot/unforgettable scene here]?"
"Eh... yeah. Yeah that bit was really cool."
"The only thing I didn't like was [insert absolutely terrible/hard to ignore/Dakota Fanning here]. What d'you reckon?"
"Eh, well... yeah, I agree. I don't really remember it much to be honest. It was AGES ago tht I watched it..."
For fuck's sake! If you haven't seen a film just fucking say so. So you'll probably get a "I cannot believe you haven't seen Flight of the Navigator!" type rant, but at least you WON'T BE WASTING MY PRECIOUS FUCKING TIME! It's pathetic. Do you really care whether I give a shit if you've missed out on something brilliant. That's your problem not mine. I just don't see why these people feel the need to pretend about it, like I'm going to judge your puny lives by such things...P.S. If you haven't seen Flight of the Navigator I'm no longer your friend.
"Aw, man, have you seen [insert film's name here]?"
"Yeah, yeah.""It's sooo good! I saw it last night, been meaning to see it for a while."
"Yeah, it's ace. I went to see it in the cinema."
"Oh, how cool was that bit when [insert exciting/movie-defining/critical-to-plot/unforgettable scene here]?"
"Eh... yeah. Yeah that bit was really cool."
"The only thing I didn't like was [insert absolutely terrible/hard to ignore/Dakota Fanning here]. What d'you reckon?"
"Eh, well... yeah, I agree. I don't really remember it much to be honest. It was AGES ago tht I watched it..."
For fuck's sake! If you haven't seen a film just fucking say so. So you'll probably get a "I cannot believe you haven't seen Flight of the Navigator!" type rant, but at least you WON'T BE WASTING MY PRECIOUS FUCKING TIME! It's pathetic. Do you really care whether I give a shit if you've missed out on something brilliant. That's your problem not mine. I just don't see why these people feel the need to pretend about it, like I'm going to judge your puny lives by such things...P.S. If you haven't seen Flight of the Navigator I'm no longer your friend.
Things That Annoy AlyMondo #1
The Girl Who Thinks Quorn Is Cool.
You've seen the advert right? The one with that elbow-faced little vegetarian bitch that gets pissed off that her family have "jumped on the bandwagon" and started eating Quorn. Just. Like. Her!
Well then you'll be familiar with the all-consuming need to suddenly stuff Quorn in her fucking face until she chokes.Just think about it. Your sitting there, listen to her waffle on about feeling her food and her fork (!) trying desperately not to stare at the hideous abomination that is her nose. The hate rising. The point where you snap and reach for that slab of faux-meat. The struggle. The muffled screams. And then the silence, the calm the general feeling of doing a great, great thing for all of mankind. Feels good doesn't it?And why's she eating that stuff anyway? Cause it's fat free? Cause she'll lose some weight? And look good? Well I got news for you elbowface. The reason no one'll poke you round the back of the school bikeshed is that you're BUTT-FUCKING UGLY YOU PATHETIC LITTLE FIEND! NOT FAT! I mean, what the fuck is that thing in the middle of her face anyway? SERIOUSLY!Gah!
You've seen the advert right? The one with that elbow-faced little vegetarian bitch that gets pissed off that her family have "jumped on the bandwagon" and started eating Quorn. Just. Like. Her!
Well then you'll be familiar with the all-consuming need to suddenly stuff Quorn in her fucking face until she chokes.Just think about it. Your sitting there, listen to her waffle on about feeling her food and her fork (!) trying desperately not to stare at the hideous abomination that is her nose. The hate rising. The point where you snap and reach for that slab of faux-meat. The struggle. The muffled screams. And then the silence, the calm the general feeling of doing a great, great thing for all of mankind. Feels good doesn't it?And why's she eating that stuff anyway? Cause it's fat free? Cause she'll lose some weight? And look good? Well I got news for you elbowface. The reason no one'll poke you round the back of the school bikeshed is that you're BUTT-FUCKING UGLY YOU PATHETIC LITTLE FIEND! NOT FAT! I mean, what the fuck is that thing in the middle of her face anyway? SERIOUSLY!Gah!
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