All of you are hereby ordered to look at http://lookatthisfuckinghipster.tumblr.com/ and then laugh like idiots. I mean really, how cool is this guy?!
"why yes, i do have ironic pubic hair."
Sunday, 19 April 2009
Friday, 17 April 2009
For those losing faith in the goodness of humanity.
The Tweenbot is a cardboard-bodied, human-dependent robot that navigates the city with the help of pedestrians they encounter. Tweenbot has equipped with a flag stating its intended destination, and rely on people they meet to read this flag and to aim them in the right direction to reach their goal. Kacie Kinzer, the student of Tisch School of the Arts created the tweenbot for his art experiment.
"Given their extreme vulnerability, the vastness of city space, the dangers posed by traffic, suspicion of terrorism, and the possibility that no one would be interested in helping a lost little robot...
The results were unexpected. Over the course of the following months, throughout numerous missions, the Tweenbots were successful in rolling from their start point to their far-away destination assisted only by strangers. Every time the robot got caught under a park bench, ground futilely against a curb, or became trapped in a pothole, some passerby would always rescue it and send it toward its goal. Never once was a Tweenbot lost or damaged. Often, people would ignore the instructions to aim the Tweenbot in the 'right' direction, if that direction meant sending the robot into a perilous situation. One man turned the robot back in the direction from which it had just come, saying out loud to the Tweenbot, "You can't go that way, it's toward the road."
Oh, I love this world.
Saturday, 11 April 2009
The Fair Youth
So back in October my friend Alex wrot me a poem, which was lovely, if a little on the dirty side. I've been mocking him recently because it seems the only things he ever reads out that he has written are kind of in the same vein, so he set himself the chllenge of writing me a sonnet. Something clean and nice and sweet insted of perverse. He started writing it while we were in the pub. Here's the finished thing.
The Fair Youth
She dresses like she works for sugaRAPE,
And she confuses me most of the time,
Laughs like Muttley, Smirks like a Pirate,
But this short-haired pixie that makes me rhyme,
Intrigues me more than any catwalk bint,
Could ever hope to catch my wandering eye,
Without her foulness and her cheeky glint,
Those throat-drying legs that make my soul sigh,
Wears her hair how she wants- she wears it well,
Flirts like a sailor and swears like one too,
This fire in my heart I’ve no wish to quell,
When butterflies squirm at her wolf-dance moves,
Some call it her style, but I call it art,
I lost my mind, and she stole my heart.
Isn't it lovely? (for any of you that don't know, sugaRAPE is a made up magazine from Nathan Brley, an awesome comedy show from a couple of years ago.)
It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Happy Easter weekend.
x
The Fair Youth
She dresses like she works for sugaRAPE,
And she confuses me most of the time,
Laughs like Muttley, Smirks like a Pirate,
But this short-haired pixie that makes me rhyme,
Intrigues me more than any catwalk bint,
Could ever hope to catch my wandering eye,
Without her foulness and her cheeky glint,
Those throat-drying legs that make my soul sigh,
Wears her hair how she wants- she wears it well,
Flirts like a sailor and swears like one too,
This fire in my heart I’ve no wish to quell,
When butterflies squirm at her wolf-dance moves,
Some call it her style, but I call it art,
I lost my mind, and she stole my heart.
Isn't it lovely? (for any of you that don't know, sugaRAPE is a made up magazine from Nathan Brley, an awesome comedy show from a couple of years ago.)
It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Happy Easter weekend.
x
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