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Monthly Archives: July 2009
Robert Ward from Infinity Ward – aka FourZeroTwo – debuts the collector’s editions of this autumn’s “Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2” on the YouTubes.
Would like the Steelbook – but the proposed £70.00 price tag does make me wonder what Activision are smoking.
I promised craft-based goodness and I’m happy to present the lovely work done by my wife.
This courier bag was made from – wait for it – an old pair of olive green cargo shorts, which had suffered the inequities of age. A rip here, a paint mark there, missing buttons and a general sense of malaise conspired to earmark my garment for the scrap bin.
Happily, my wife is far cleverer than me and conceived a way to turn the shorts into the bag you see here. It’s fantastic, and the pictures can’t quite do justice to the intricacy of the sewing on the strap, for example.
It’s a source of some amazement to me that she has such a clever vision and employs the best kind of frugality – taking something which still has life in it and that can be transformed into an object which serves a purpose somewhat different than was originally intended.
I’m now all about rigging up a caddy for our iPod classic from an old Walkman carcass…
I like dogs. I am, you might suggest, a Dog Person, with all that entails.
I try not to treat our polyglot, emotionally bemused and frequently barky terrier cross Bonnie like she’s my child, but it’s sometimes difficult not to. Particularly when she is confronted by aspects of the human world that she can’t begin to understand.
She gets easily spooked by thunder, fireworks and vehicle sirens which inevitably leads to my reacting to her distress in the manner of a parent who is desperate to placate their hurting offspring.
In my neck of the woods of late it appears that the done thing amongst stoned urban youth is to blaze up a phat one and accompany your altered state of consciousness with a judiciously launched banger or similarly percussive firework – I’m only glad that we haven’t just had to go through July 4th and the volley of civil ordenance which so frequently accompanies the festivities.
Fireworks – hate ’em. I really don’t see the point – if you’re really that desperate to literally have your money evaporate in smoke, hand me your notes and I’ll gladly set them on fire for you. Perhaps you can even sniff the burning tender in progress and score a contact high? Sound like a plan?
As for thunder, that’s something which I can’t do anything about – and in the British summertime, a few days of hot sunshine seem inevitably to be followed by a couple of days of equally intense downpour, with an accompanying soundtrack of thunder cracks.
Dogs are wonderful, loving additions to any family and I’m glad to have Bonnie in my brood – I just wish that I had a clever way to divert her attention away from the things which appear to terrify her so much…
When you wish upon a star, you get this much-loved take on Snow White, used by Disney to advertise their splendid amusement parks (full disclosure, despite being a card-carrying cynic and miserable git, I loved my visit to Euro Disney outside Paris and heartily endorse Disney’s attempts to culturally colonise the globe if it means that I get a Pixar flick every year. Now hurry up and bloody release “Up”, you scurvy Californian dawgs).
My like of Rachel Weisz is not new to anybody who knows me – hence this most wonderful of blog conventions, the weekly filler feature which gives me an opportunity to generate new content and go all weak at the knees in a pathetic and wholly unnecessary fanboy fashion.
Ah, the wonders of the internets…
As is my wont, I have moved my blogging activities from my former home at http://www.rollingeyeballs.blogspot.com to this very repository of bloggy goodness.
Hopefully, the muse will descend early and often and make this blog longer lasting than some of my previous attempts in the medium.
You should expect to read things about games, geekery, music, films, crafts (my better half, the pseudonymous Mrs F, is a hugely gifted craft cowgirl) and other things which make my realm zip about.
Au revoir, for now…