Thursday, August 25, 2011

Let me hear that sooooong

The Rapture- "How Deep Is Your Love?"

I'm obsessed with this song right now, it's possibly a candidate for my favourite song of the year so far, can't wait for the album.
Also I'm loving how between this and M83, Lady Gaga, Bon Iver etc, the saxophone is on it's way back. This guy would be proud.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

If you've been wondering what the best t-shirt in the world looks like, it looks like this

So great. It's got the exact same picture on the back too, my only disappointment is that it doesn't glow in the dark. It's pretty much the t-shirt equivalent of two kittens in a barrel.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

I like this artist: Derek Eads

Derek Eads is an illustrator and film buff who creates works inspired by his love of pop culture, especially the iconic roles of actors. I discovered him while I was working on this, (discovering he'd kinda done the same thing before me) and I was hugely inspired, as you can probably guess. Check out more of his stuff (he has lots and it's all good and every year he has a Bill Murray week which is something I totally agree with) on his tumblr:

Spongebob Dylan

(My favourite, obviously)

Friday, August 5, 2011

I am graceful and stuff

This week's been pretty good, I'm excited for the new assignments at CPIT, my new haircut's working, and I'm feeling kinda positive about turning this year around and making it better. Also I did some sweet flips on the playground at work.
It took some time:

But if you follow your dreams, you too can do a sweet flip on a bar in a playground!

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Oh hey guys I'm twenty now

Yesterday was my twentieth birthday. I'd spent the weekend before it freaking out a little over the whole concept of growing up, mainly listening to T-Rex's "Teenage Dream" a lot. As it was a Sunday, the night before my birthday I played cards at Lances, and it was then that James and Tom and I decided I should run down the beach at midnight to commemorate my becoming a man. Since Tom didn't want sand in his slippers, we decided to run down the pier instead. So, at 11:58pm we found ourselves at the pier in the freezing cold of night, before running the whole length of the pier, reaching the end at the stroke of midnight. From there, the ocean and everything beyond the pier was seriously like a wall of black, whereas everything behind us was still lit by the lanterns. It was one of the five or so moments in my life so far that would make a powerful metaphorical scene in a bad arthouse film. Even though I was dying from the run there (I'm so unfit, you guys), I gave an impromptu speech about the unknown future and such, then we strolled back down the pier and blasted Kesha on the radio in the car home.
My twenties don't seem as scary anymore.