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The last two nights, I have ‘slept’ fully-clothed on my bed.

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This little piece of plastic is an engineering masterpiece!
It’s the lid to a little plastic bottle of Lemon Fanta that I bought for lunch today.
Out of habit, I tried to spin it on my desk and it was beautiful!  It’s perfect!  This thing keeps going like it’s greased.  Seriously, it doesn’t wobble, it doesn’t move around, it just keeps spinning like its sole purpose in life is to keep spinning.  It’s spinning in this photo and you wouldn’t even know it, it’s so clean.
You know it’s special, because I brought it home with me.  This photo was taken on the kitchen table.  This bottletop is with me for life.  It’s awesome and I love it.

This little piece of plastic is an engineering masterpiece!

It’s the lid to a little plastic bottle of Lemon Fanta that I bought for lunch today.

Out of habit, I tried to spin it on my desk and it was beautiful!  It’s perfect!  This thing keeps going like it’s greased.  Seriously, it doesn’t wobble, it doesn’t move around, it just keeps spinning like its sole purpose in life is to keep spinning.  It’s spinning in this photo and you wouldn’t even know it, it’s so clean.

You know it’s special, because I brought it home with me.  This photo was taken on the kitchen table.  This bottletop is with me for life.  It’s awesome and I love it.

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Bernard Butler — Not Alone

Taken from the ex-Suede guitarist’s first solo album in 1998, I’ve always loved this song. I remember buying the CD single at the awesome Record Collector in Sheffield during my first year at university, the day after I heard it played on the radio.

It’s definitely a late 90s, British, ‘indie’ song and it maybe sounds a little bit dated now, but whenever I hear it I always crank the volume up. I think it’s one of the most uplifting songs I know and it seems to sound best on a summer night, when the sky is just starting to get dark.

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Three photos, two pictures

A couple of nights ago, I was messing around with Canon’s PhotoStitch program, which is sweet.

Tonight, I realised that, with three photos, I could make two completely different pictures.

Laughing with Ste:

Ste is happy

Laughing at Ste:

Ste is sad

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I just heard Arrested Development’s Mr Wendal and realised that the lyric is

Mr Wendal,  a man, a human in flesh

But not by law.

I always thought it was

Mr Wendal, a man, a human in flesh

But not for long,

like Mr Wendal was about to die because he was old and living on the street.

I think I prefer the actual lyric.

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HEY! Get-get-get-get-get over it.

OK Go

Hearing this song for the first time in maybe five years just made me incredibly happy.

To begin with, I thought it was a TV On The Radio song, because of the handclaps (but I can’t think of which song off the top of my head), so there may be a shock factor in there as well.

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I haven’t opened any post for nearly three weeks.  That’s one of my jobs for tomorrow.

I haven’t opened any post for nearly three weeks.  That’s one of my jobs for tomorrow.

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Go Opening Sequence (via stevenbeelen)

It’s been nine years since I first saw Go and, ever since then, I haven’t been able to watch the Columbia Pictures intro sequence in any film without starting to hum Lionrock’s Fire Up the Shoesaw, or at least hear it playing in my head. This happens every time. EVERY TIME.

The way Doug Liman cut the song into the Columbia sequence is always going to be stick with me. It’s been happening for way too long for it to ever stop.

It kind of annoys me when it happens, but I always end up smiling about it.

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“Please call Stella…”

Here is my reading of the script for The Speech Accent Archive, which has fascinated me for most of the night.

Please call Stella. Ask her to bring these things with her from the store: Six spoons of fresh snow peas, five thick slabs of blue cheese, and maybe a snack for her brother Bob. We also need a small plastic snake and a big toy frog for the kids. She can scoop these things into three red bags, and we will go meet her Wednesday at the train station.

I say “…brother Bob…” kind of strangely but, other than that, I think this pretty much sounds like me. Apart from how hearing yourself speak is kind of weird.

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I was messing around with Canon’s PhotoStitch program tonight after I noticed that a couple of a friend’s photographs, which were taken a few minutes apart, looked like they could be stitched together.
I like the result.  There was a big difference in the brightness/contrast of the two photos, which I matched the best I could, and there was smoke in one of them, so you can easily see the seam, but I like it.
(Photos sticky-fingered from Ali)

I was messing around with Canon’s PhotoStitch program tonight after I noticed that a couple of a friend’s photographs, which were taken a few minutes apart, looked like they could be stitched together.

I like the result.  There was a big difference in the brightness/contrast of the two photos, which I matched the best I could, and there was smoke in one of them, so you can easily see the seam, but I like it.

(Photos sticky-fingered from Ali)

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