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Robyn Gallagher
Several of my favourite things
Granita Di Frutta Swatch Postcard by Kitten Moon on Flickr.
I had this postcard back in the olden days. It represented something very cool, very fun, very stylish and very European. And who doesn’t want a bit of that in their life?
I had a few Swatches, but none of them were as cool as the Granita range.
I want a kitton-child.
(Source: mypantsareonfire, via andrealessi)
Twitter pal @wrumsby spied this sign, tooted it, and suddenly a whole lot of ’90s memories came flooding back. Free Kitten was a Kim Gordon side project and they had the quite good song “Harvest Spoon”. A nice crunchy piece of mid-’90s girl guitar rock. Harvest spoooooooon.
XKCD is totally on to Countdown’s Home Brand packaging strategy.
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I am rool gutted that the Starboy Eternity show has been cancelled. If I had actually been going, I would have bought a ticket for the “VIP Full Immersion Experience”, which promised “costume, makeup, prosthetics, seating, some nibbles and two drinks”.
Instead I will be creating this in the comfort and privacy of my own home using a rabbit onsie, some glitter foundation, a rubber pig nose from Geoff’s Emporium, a fold out cricket chair, some bagel chips and a couple of Vodka Cruisers. Going off.
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Almost 10 years ago, I was alerted to the presence of this book. I decided to put its central theory to the test. I didn’t buy the book so I cannot say if I did it correctly, but I think I figured out the basic technique.
100 constrictions is a lot, and it requires a bit of concentration. The good author claims it can be done in boring meetings, but in reality you’d be sitting there with a strange ME GUSTA expression on your face. I don’t know if it goodbye’d any depression I might have had, but it did seem to create that nice endorphin buzz you get when you’ve exercised. It’s just that it takes effort to do it. And I’m a lazy girl.
Hilariously, this book is still on my Amazon wishlist, having been there since mid-2002. It’s my birthday on the 22nd. Just sayin’.
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Only Tumblr understands my pain.
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THERE HAVE BEEN RUMOURS THAT MY GIRLFRIEND IS NOT REAL. SOME PEOPLE SAY THAT SHE IS A FIGMENT OF MY IMAGINATION. WELL, HERE IS PROOF THAT SHE IS NOT FAKE. THIS IS A PHOTO TAKEN JUST THIS PAST WEEKEND OF MY GIRLFRIEND AND I. WE WENT TO THE PARK AND WE ENJOYED A GLASS OF SPARKLING GRAPE JUICE WHICH I SHOUTED HER. SHE IS MY PRINCESS AND NO EXPENSE WAS SPARED. SHE IS VERY ELEGANT AND LADYLIKE AND WE ARE VERY MUCH IN LOVE. SO ALL YOU HATERS, HOW DO YOU LIKE THIS???
MOM, GET OFF MY BACK, ALL RIGHT? I DON’T HAVE TIME TO GET A JOB. I HAPPEN TO BE THINKING OF REALLY IMPORTANT FUTURE BLOG ENTRIES AND HILARIOUS MEMES. THAT’S HOW IT WORKS NOW. JUST BECAUSE YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND THE INTERNET DOESN’T MAKE ME LAZY. I’M ONLY “SITTING ON MY ASS” IN THE LITERAL SENSE, BECAUSE THAT IS HOW YOU SIT, LAST TIME I CHECKED.
WHAT DO YOU SIT ON? YOUR FACE?
OOOOOOH, SNAP! THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT! YOU WANT SOME ALOE FOR THAT BURN?
SHUT UP AND GET A JOB, TODD.
YOU’RE GOING TO FEEL LIKE SUCH A DUMBASS WHEN I’M TOTALLY FAMOUS.
This pretty much me right now. FML.
