Dippity Dum Dum: Come, drink some Rum Num
Maniacal obsessiveness,
Random venting of overpowering balderdash'ery gobbledygook-ism of claptrap,
Artsy tit-bits,
Hugger-mugger history, which no one really bothers about.
Quotes that matter,appalling appetizers, music that flows in bloodstream,
Photographs of historical/queer-cal/personal significance.
Suggestion: Kiss incoherence and dive head-first into abstract-ness, because it's void and doesn't hurt.
I am:
Hipster glasses sporting passionate Opinionator, HP freak, wanderlust, awfully sketchy at times. I don't like songs which flaunt extensive music and lyrics do just occasional peekaboo.
I think Ralph Fiennes can impregnate with his eyes and Ewan Mcgregor is the cream inside the coconut. I can live off books without caring much about anything else. Michael Ondaatje and JKR left me in shreds. I think drums speak louder than guitar. I giggle hopelessly (thence paranoid about choking to death). I glamorise food and its exoticism. I get the nagging feeling to imagine the worse, i.e. looming faces in the dark, severed hands shooting out of ceilings and all that jazz, and like to think its the gnomes toying with me again. I like people with funny noses who do peculiar laughs. I spend money over things of lesser materialistic and more of narcissistic significance. First person can gets its ass kicked by third person, 'literal'-ly.
I don't shy away when asked to dance.
Into cartoons currently, finding sweetness in Twitter and helping some dinosaur eggs to hatch, last desperate attempt to revive them, they personified 'majestic' and could wrap themselves around their neck, that's why. I think Santa had drinking problem. And Peter Pan has revolutionised Punk Rock. And Kurt Cobain was The Real thing that had happened. I think loneliness is a necessary evil.
I have unsolved issues with humanity in general. My eraser carries my initials. I think it's okay to openly make fun of people. I find blogs with music at the background, tacky! Fluorescence is magnificence in its own way. The familiar smell of Grandma while lying on her lap makes her rants about the neighbours infinitely bearable.
Now, who is up for some cakes and warm tea?
You deduct every possible reason and still find them sticking around, and then realize you almost made it without sounding/thinking corny so far.
So close.
We are doomed.
Doomed.
Doomed in Summers.
Let’s all dress up in colorful cardigans, ponchos and assemble inside a riverside silken tent, sinking our heels in the sand. Sway to Kings of Leon while sipping flutes of bellini. And stifle giggles everytime a drunk Scottish swears. To_do@doomsday
Matthias Pascal never thought he would see the end of his grandfather’s Balvenie 191. But on his 30th wedding anniversary, he poured himself a glass and went out walking, closing a firm door on the festivities inside. Next morning, his wife found him asleep on a park bench, bare-chested, with a grubby faced infant sitting patiently by his side, naked.
The kid never left his side from then on till Mattias’s death at 75.
Because,
She has cool shoes and the head wrap.
and The Attitude.
Miranda Tate is the de facto curator toting a black slender cigarette holder and a string of pearls. She often walks the hues with a barely concealed fetish for floral prints and dark haired jockeys.
nypl:
Got milk? Specifically, Nestle’s Swiss Milk? Apparently, according to this ad from between 1893 and 1924 and currently in in the Library’s Art and Architecture Collection, it’s very important for cats to have it, because it makes them “sound in limb and brain.” Actually, a while back, we posted the prequel to this ad, in which the brown cat had been drinking - gasp - skim milk instead, and looked rather, well, not sound in limb and brain. His friend set him straight, though, and now they’re both fat with coats like silk. A happy ending for a happy Caturday!
New Scientist
1975 Vol. 65, No. 935
The original ad for The Great Gatsby, found in a 1925 issue of Princetonian
(via scribnerbooks)
iPhone Glass Back Becomes Wet Collodion Photo Plate
Old meets new yet again in this successful science-cum-art project by self-professed photo nerd Jake Potts of Bruton Stroube Studios. He was able to create a unique iPhone design by developing its glass back cover via the wet collodion process! How geeky cool is that?
