Friday, August 24, 2007

A brief insight into the mind of Boz

So when I was a kid*, I once saw one of those really cool Peanut animations.

Well I thought they were cool, simply because you didn't see much else like them on TV. The had LENGTH. And slightly surreal humour. And DRAMA***. Possibly one of the few examples of cartoons for children where the main protagonist has a clear sense of existential depression. I think I had the one where they went to summer camp on VHS for ages****.

Anyway, I saw one once where they all had to do a book report as homework. The cross-pacific culture divide meant I don't think I fully understood what a book report was, but I got the general gist of it being a Hard Thing To Do.

This being a Peanuts animation, all of the characters spontaenously broke into a multi-part song about writing a book report while they each worked on it at home, in their own way. There was even - EVEN - a sort of montage-type thing happening where they each occupied a different fifth of the screen at the same time.

Very good, very good.

So there they were, each writing or typing away, pencil in mouth while they thought, singing merrily along while doing they're own work.

This, my friends, is how I picture the internet.

Are you singing along?

In othr news: I haven't been to the gym for weeks and weeks and weeks. Hooray?

* Smaller, less hair**, pale skin, probably collecting Garbage Pail Kid cards.
** Ker-razy.
*** Me and my sister had a Lucy/Linus thing going on, based mostly on her being more like Lucy.
**** IE it's still in a box somewhere in someone's loft, steadfastedly refusing to be 'sorted out'.

It's a sign


And a very funny one too.

More travel ones and full credits found here at the Grauniad. They have some religious ones too that deserve applause.

When it's not making us laugh the Guardian is also teaching us how to draw. Which is quite fun. I'm not going to show you my attempt. Let's just say my art teacher Mrs O'Hara was not suprised when I didn't take it as a GCSE.

And also news happened.

Sketch on!

Monday, August 20, 2007

Beware if easily offended

If I have to die, and despite enthusiastic experiments at the bottom of the garden as a child I think this is still quite likely, let it be something like this.

I hope, I do sincerely hope, the poor woman would have seen the funny side.

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Quest* of the week



Right. Who can give me a ballpark figure for the combined cost of all the cosmetic surgery work of the X Factor judges?

Answers on a postcard (or comment).



* 'Quest' being a tenuous pun on 'Adventure' and 'Question'.

Out with the hoover

I've had a bit of a tidy up of all the crap on the side bars, over there --------->

Weelllllllll it was getting cluttered full of rubbish. You'll not miss it.

I've also freshened up the list of other adventurers (but not with one of those fancy air freshener gadgets with melting wax, fans and a rotating arrray of scents. They seem to me a criminal waste of energy, plastic and common sense). Have a whizz through. Go on. They're all lovely and they won't bite.

My birthday treat to me was a digital camera (it's so shiny!) so expect pictures up forthwith.

Dust on!

Still alive and currently loving...

One: My new socks...


Two: Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip - almost to my own surprise. And it's quite nice knowing there is only a single series and it won't go tits up and start dragging out imporbable storylines. Yes Lost, I'm looking at you.

Three: That sometimes, when I'm drifting off to sleep and the roads are quiet and the wind is in the right direction, I can just hear the soft leaden circles of Big Ben's gentle bongs. Although time time is standing still somewhat at the moment.

Four: The fabulous-made-manifest Eltham Palace, which I went to visit with Lady D recently. We've been trying for about four years, including one occasion we turned up on the wrong day. Damn. But it was worth it in the end; it is beautiful.

Five: The aboslutely brilliant birthday presents I've had this year. Yippeeee!

More posts to follow. That's ominous, isn't it?