Wooo! YEAH, BABY!
What a Friday night it’s been! According to Tiancheng Luo’s clock, it’s nearly dawn.
Seriously, though, it’s all a bit of a blur. There was a queue outside Vodafone, right? And a bunch of weasels that looked like a willy? Lenny was in an elevator with Joni. And then your one from the Herald started a catfight?
Oh, we’re going to feel this tomorrow.
This is a Zonkey.
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?
Maggots. We don’t like them. We don’t want them in the house or on the site. Now imagine our state of mind on reading about a man eaten to death by maggots in his bed.
(via Warren Ellis)
They do though don’t they though.
You see? He does all those 02 ads so he can write for a blog site for nothing.
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
Did you know? The acronym for the Dublin Dockland Development Authority is almost exactly like Beethoven’s Fifth symphony. DDD A. Could somebody please write a letter to The Irish Times pointing out this amusing similarity?
A perfectly normal Japanese commercial for Delicare M’s jock itch cream.
Jock itch.
You at the back. Perhaps you’d like to share your little joke with the rest of the class.
