Author Archives: Niall Murphy

Step into the endlessly-looping surrealist world of Brighton-based animator Cyriak Harris.

You may already have seen his network idents for E4.

If not, welcome to a place where animation and crack cocaine meet for a nice cup of tea.

Milk, anyone?

In this godless, post-Catholic, post Tony Quinn, post Irish Psychics Live age, where are we to seek solace? Where are we to find the answer that eludes us? Where?

Tarvu. That’s where.

Peter Serafinowicz is god.

Via Boing Boing

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Something to take your mind off the fact that a smackhead is pissing on your sleeping bag as you huddle in the doorway of Carphone Warehouse tonight – waiting for the single greatest thing since the other thing Apple launched last week.

US cellphone retailer WireFly presents the ultimate three-way geek-off: 3G versus 3GS versus 4G. It’s so on.

(Bonus feature: the most annoying voice you’ve ever heard.)

And so, friends, fellow pop-culture gadflies, drifting perverts, netizens all, in a few short hours the first working day of a shallow and easily distracted new era will draw to a close.

Already, the memories: Glenda, Joe, the tweets, Mattie McGrath, the dog on the lawnmower, that thing about Derek…

Jesus.

Tell you what it’s been so far, kids. It’s been a double rainbow.

A double rainbow all the way…

Well, Mad Men series four just started airing in the States.

You don’t care when it starts on RTE. You just torrented the whole series to your new iPad and are watching episode six right now. In 3D.

Mind you don’t get ash on the screen, you smug bastard.