Come on brain, work with me here. It is Thursday, just one more day to the weekend and one more work day before I go on holiday next week. Nine full days of idleness await you, so there is really not much point in getting sleepy now. You have an itinerary to plan, accommodation to book and countless decisions to make. What cameras and film to bring, and how much. What time to wake up on Sunday morning. Whether to go for driving lessons this weekend. Buy batteries. Tidy up the room before the new bed arrives tomorrow (this, I suspect, is a lost cause). What books to bring. Which character to like. Futures to plan for. Contacts or spectacles. Why is my part 5 of Project Runway Canada episode 3 taking so long to load? Why has the clock just passed 12? Shit, all these things that do themselves before I have time to notice them. Why isn’t my iTunes playing a song to which I know the lyrics to? My internet connection has gone back to impersonating a snail. Buy dog food. Learn cycling. Move on. Yesterday night, after seeing Wendy and Lucy, J. and I were attacked by the wind who demanded, with threats to turn over chairs and send beer bottles to the ground, that we not do anything but bear witness to its prowess. We agreed, but chairs were still toppled and grown men were sent scuttling for shelter. We lost four fishballs and half a can of Coke, then stood around agreeing that it didn’t feel like we were in our country anymore. But across the road from where we stood was a big Hotel 81 (special rates from 89$), so of course we were still in our safe little country. Today was hot as hell. (I liked the film; it wasn’t as fulfilling as I would had hoped for it to be, but there was a honesty/unpretentiousness/rawness about it that I enjoyed. Plus, Lucy the dog was wicked cute.)
Youtube is still loading that damn video. Yawn. Time for my regular indexing of the internet then.
Bookarmy.com. Literary version of Last.fm. I like books.
Kottke: Media packaging mashups. Packaging for popular culture re-imagined and Penguin-ified. These movie posters are great, and I would like these Harry Potter books, please.
My Google Reader is possessed.
Slate: Would You Like Your Cable Company More if It Were Quirky and Hip?. Actual effectiveness aside, I quite like the ad and the campaign website (very well done; and I like decorating rooms if it doesn’t involve actual manual labour).
My First Dictionary. The best dictionary, ever. Well, the most honest at least. Proof as follows:
3 Comments »
April 24, 2009 @ 21:41
i love the penguin-ified book titles!
my first dictionary is awesome.
April 25, 2009 @ 01:02
you are going away so soon! wah, hope most things are planned, or just wing it!
“What cameras and film to bring, and how much” <— perennial question. i love having to think about it every time i travel. hee.
April 25, 2009 @ 22:15
yee: it is great, yah? i feel so politically incorrect for laughing, haha.
SH: heh, finally got accommodation settled this morning, and am packed! re: cameras and film. same here. i leave that for last, and then sit on the floor with my films and cameras spread out around me.