Thursday, August 27, 2009

Wont someone think of the cables?

There has been a lot of fuss in the media about the race of the middle man changing when this Microsoft ad was used in Poland. But what no one points out is how ridiculous the picture is to begin with. It's about providing IT tools but the monitor and keyboard the woman is using are not plugged in to anything.

You could maybe explain away the keyboard going to an unseen computer, but the monitor doesn't even have a power cable!

Overhead at work today

"So, the G and T keys are pretty close on the keyboard. That's the last time I try to sign an email with 'Regards'..."

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

I was worried

I asked myself, "Self, what will happen to my cat when I'm gone?"

Now I know....

My roommate says not to worry. The Rapture will have no effect on me.

He's probably right.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Personality goes a long way

Power line poles aren't such a blight on the view when they have a name. This is Larry who lives in Aro.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Overheard in the street

The scene: A group of teenagers in tuxedos yelling up at a youth apartment building, pre some kind of Prom.

The guys are yelling up at the friend shouting "Get your cock out!, show us your cock!" multiple times but he refuses. Then one of them decides that the cock might be "A bit gay", so one of them asks for "a nut". The unseen friend taunts at them that he will show them his nuts.

So the guys agreeing that this is not gay anymore, start a clap-a-long chant:

Nuts out!
Get your nuts out!
Get your nuts out for the boys!


Sunday, August 09, 2009


This is my friend, Dean. His knuckle tats really do spell out S-R-I-R-A-C-H-A, (you know, this stuff) which is almost better than my old room-mate's knuckle tats that spelled out "STAY DOWN." What would you get tattooed across your hands for all to see?

Sore Spot/Jenny

A couple of my roomies in Philly dubbed this cat "Sore Spot" because she was "adopted" by this idiot guy that I used to date (who had conveniently gone from dating me to dating my room-mate) and apparently his idea of "adopting" a stray was to leave her on our porch for weeks and expect us to watch over her till he could get his shit together. I think he named her "Jenny" which just goes to show you...damn, I have the worst taste in dudes. Who names their cat "Jenny?" Unimaginative jerks, that's who!

Anyway, look at the teeth on this specimen! I hope she gets them into her new owner's flesh. RAWR.

Saturday, August 08, 2009

What was she thinking?

We spotted this girl while out last night. The questions must be asked:

1) Does she have no sense of good fashion or is she just bit of a slapper?

2) How many times last night did someone unhook her bra?

Thursday, August 06, 2009


A place where I'd like to...fall asleep at.

Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Adult Nappies!

A baby shop in Wellington which also caters either to the incontinent or to all those adult baby fetishists out there...

Monday, August 03, 2009

Map suggestion fail

How rude. This is what happens when you type kitten adoption columbus ohio in to Google. Found by Brandie.


Incorrect rooster noise

This rooster doesn't even know how to say what he's supposed to say.

I see what you did there

I saw a computer repair store on campus today called "DOS Boot".


Sunday, August 02, 2009

Overheard in the street

The scene: Two middle aged women and a man jogging down the street, they approach a women's accessories store.

Mary: Ooh Lynn, that's a groovy handbag! *stops to look*

Man: (frustrated at yet another distraction) Oh come on! Mary!!

Lynn: *mischievously grins and stops to look*


Saturday, August 01, 2009

I have rediscovered this picture that I took about a year ago. Students in Dunedin do like to create urban chaos. The placing of traffic cones in unconventional places is cliche, but it's the single gumboot and hockey mask hanging there too that makes it for me.

What became of the other gumboot? Is the hockey mask the result of broken hockey playing dreams?

I'm lovin' it. I took this picture one groggy morning while walking down Girard St. in Philadelphia. The clouds parted and the shadow fell upon the wall like a dark beacon with promises of clogged arteries and adult onset-diabetes. Being a child of light, however, I shielded my eyes but snapped a quick picture with my iPhone in order to document this black evil that had inked it's arch-like tentacles into the day. And there you have it, little girls and boys. None of us are safe.