| Wednesday, October 27, 2004 |
| wake n the dead |
these guys are geniuses. or genii. whatever.
The concept is: The World is Dead, Mankind is Dead. It’s time to Wake Up. We do this how? At present - the website, the church, badge-making. That is an amazing action plan and i love it.
Extrapolations include 3 different gig-tours, a record label, limited ed merch, downloads, streaming, galleries, and my fave title Glasgow's Best Nightmare.
Wake Up, O Sleeper.
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| sunclock |
a curiously entrancing creeping of lightmoves, indeed. ladies and gentleburps, i give you:
see how many hours you will sit there pressing "F5", waiting for the days and nights to cycle a little bit more. i know u want to. |
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| Tuesday, October 26, 2004 |
| yeah |
not only hamsters but also lion cubs. |
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| Thursday, October 21, 2004 |
| half day |
i've got tomorrow afternoon off. any suggestions?
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| Wednesday, October 20, 2004 |
| suit |
you can still be connected to god whilst wearing a suit.
(this blog entry is a stolen thought but i got there first, ha ha, plagarism rules, as do i!)
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| Monday, October 18, 2004 |
| dance, then |
wherever you may be
you may be in the kitchen, as i was yesterday evening. cooking the first helping of pasta, peas and pesto: humming, the tune was "lord of the dance". i am the lord of the dance, said he. not my favourite primary school song but sometimes you just have to respect the internal jukebox.
then i got a txt off an old mate telling me about an irish bagpiper on tv that morning who was punishing viewers with a rendition of ... i think you know what.
odd. but the kind of oddness which seems to be increasing in frequency these days. |
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| Friday, October 15, 2004 |
| big mad dougie |
| he told me about punk monks. |
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| Thursday, October 14, 2004 |
| misinterpretation |
There's a roadside advertisment that i pass which says
Don't replace your people
Train them My brain always thinks it says
Guns don't kill people
Wappers do |
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| Wednesday, October 13, 2004 |
| r c's of g |
I think that my top three most used words of the year so far are:
combinations
genius
random
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| Monday, October 11, 2004 |
| nose on brick |
like a rat in a maze, the same non-baits leading to the same dead ends, habits and habitats. confused looking at walls sniffing them. surely these are not the same ones as last time? sniff snuff whisker twitch. turn around, turn around again. i shouldnt be down here again, but what else can a rat do?
"god can talk to you through anything - even a dead rat" GLENN THE WATER DRINKER i am not supposed to be a rat. i am a hamster.
hamster me.
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| Friday, October 08, 2004 |
| beardguy |
BeardGuy is an amazing genius for many reasons:
THIS is just one of them.
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| Thursday, October 07, 2004 |
| invisibles |
hey what you guys did to my sitting room the other night was cool, it was still there when i got back the next evening, not yet disappated. goes to show permanent bases are good but like the A-Team you gotta spread it around too, mobile goodness.
would be nice to walk into that every evening though, wouldn't it? |
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| Wednesday, October 06, 2004 |
| c is for |
I've decided to become the king of cookies, as although i fear the oven, it can't be that hard, can it? eggs, flour, sugar, mixing, added ingredients of your choice. pound it around, spread in dollopy goodness, bun in the oven (as they say), and there you go. bob, he is your uncle.
My oven will become home to hundreds of newly born warm and lovely biscuits over the coming months. many a crisp bisk will be revealed, soft-doughed snacks and hardened exteriors will emerge preciously to welcoming groups of mouths. the sweetness of cookie will float through my abode like the smell of baked friendship. acquaintances make their way up the stairs like bees winding towards nectar, carrying away crumbs as they pollenate city streets and sofas with biscuit love.
Or could it be that after 5 days on a quasi health-food kick, i mUsT HAvE tHe SUGARS!!! processed, glucose, syrupy, raw, cane, gelatin enhanced, instant e-number heaven, it's all good. GIVE IT TO MEEEEE!!!!
nng.. .. must .. .. resist .. .. argh. |
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| Monday, October 04, 2004 |
| spaghetti hoops |
i think they might feature at some point tomorrow night. there are so many
types available.
- classic hoops
- alphabetti spaghetti
- teletubbetti
- scooby doo
- thomas the tank engine (hunt it down)
don't even mention hoops & sausages though. not from the same can. they are out. right out. |
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| Friday, October 01, 2004 |
| basden |
this post exists because i want to make a record of a website i just noticed. it's basden. i started reading his biography and thought "o no, not another why-i-am-a-christian site" but it was actually really interesting. to me.
"you read books to borrow therefrom the force to stimulate your activity... but I read books searching for the man who has written them." (vincent van gogh) if you're here because you're looking for something to respond to, you can respond to what someone told me in my dream last night. "you," they said, "are probably the campest person i have ever known". i was shocked. i am not camp. i am a big monster, fear me.
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| pinch! |
and a punch! - first of the month. :)
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| externalised stories of healed injuries |
Check this out: The Independant, Tuesday 28 / 09 / 04
There are life experiences that you wouldn't choose, but wouldn't swap. This has been one. I don't understand why we survived. But I know something about what matters now. I know life is written in people, and people are more than the sum of their parts. I know that church is not a building, and family more than blood. I know that love is not earnt - it's an incredible gift. Have it.
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