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There was that episode where all the candidates got to shout the word “upcycle” at a torrent of mimsying Brick Lane dimwits. There was that episode where all the candidates got to overcharge idiots for dinner from the back of a van in the name of the street food revolution. This week it’s street art. Next week it’ll probably be remixing Skrillex, or wearing carrot-leg chinos and Instagramming pictures of ironic burlesque performers for their Pinterest boards.
Apr. 20, 2012 at 2:12pm with 2 notes
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It feels like an effort to elevate digital creativity above men in tiny hats with fixie bikes and ridiculous moustaches circle-jerking over putting their office kettle on twitter, or a Google map mashup that automatically zooms in on suicide bombing locations using a feed from the HuffPo, or a cat-shaped 3D printer that poos out racist tweets.
Apr. 18, 2012 at 6:34pm with 338 notes
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Hey, I took this photo!
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The gal conducting our training reminds us again that we cannot miss any days our first week. There are NO exceptions to this policy. She says to take Brian, for example, who’s here with us in training today. Brian already went through this training, but then during his first week his lady had a baby, so he missed a day and he had to be fired. Having to start the application process over could cost a brand-new dad like Brian a couple of weeks’ worth of work and pay. Okay? Everybody turn around and look at Brian. Welcome back, Brian. Don’t end up like Brian.
When trying to book a courier delivery I came across this comical list of items they were unable to deliver for me.
Some sensible, some downright bizarre - what’s with the obsession with car parts?
- Aerosol
- Air Bag
- Alcoholic Beverages
- Ammunition
- Animals Of Any Form (Alive Or Dead)
- Any Item Containing Petrol (Liquid, Gas Or Fumes)
- Biological Samples
- Car Batteries
- Car Bonnet
- Car Bumper
- Cash, Credit Cards, Debit Cards
- Chainsaw
- Cheques
- Christmas Crackers
- Counterfeit Currency
- Credit/Debit/Cash Cards
- Dangerous Goods
- Drugs (Including Prescription)
- Filth
- Fire Extinguisher
- Fish (Live Or Dead)
- Gun
- Hazardous Goods
- Human Remains
- Infectious Substances
- Juice
- Liquid
- Lottery Tickets
- Meat
- Money/Cash/Currency
- Oil
- Paint
- Passport
- Perishable Goods (All)
- Plant
- Printer Toner (International Parcels Only)
- Printer Toner (International Parcels Only)
- Replica Weapons
- Settee
- Sinks
- Slush Syrup
- Sofa
- Stamps (Unless Franked)
- Toilets
- Unknown
- Water
- Weapons
- Windscreen
Using Scrum For Saturday Chores
- Around 10:30 AM the whole family held a stand up meeting is held in front of the board.
- Points were assigned to each task. Just three possible values to keep it easy: 1 = easy, 2 = normal, 3 = hard. Point values of each task were decided jointly by the kids, but Mom & Dad had a veto power. The point values were written on lower right of each task sticky note.
- Go!
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I was still working hard to get our normal broadcast lines re-established - so the [iPad] then got passed to our next commentators CMJ and Geoff Boycott.
Boycs may know about batting technique .. but he knows nothing about technology. “What do I do with it? I have never had one of these,” he said, before asking: “Just talk normally, do I?”
Then Aggers glanced nervously as the accident prone CMJ grabbed the device. “Don’t worry, I’ll hold it as carefully as the holy grail,” promised CMJ.
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And just like all teenage girls, Miley Cyrus spends her time plastering her expensive MacBook Pro with stickers that reinforce her positive attitude towards life, and then writing LOL at everything anyone says to her online in what appears to be size 288 Futura. This is what kids do these days. Get with the program, grandpa.
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This happens to sound people all time, you’re doing something mundane one day and you hear this great sound. My wife has long thought I’m crazy; she probably had to be quiet for a few hours while I recorded a vacuum cleaner. The cracks of my stairs are so clean now.
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I have a form of attention deficit disorder. I like to pay attention only to things I want to pay attention to, and cleaning my apartment does not fall into that category. Thus, I live like the Unabomber, but without his sense of purpose. I have, of course, made attempts every now and then to straighten up, but I approach it in the same manner as my taxes — something to be done only once a year, while screaming in confused agony like a cat in heat.
