disclamimer: i’m a bit drunk, and kind of angry
Here’s why I like Instagram: It’s fun.
It encourages people to play with their camera. To experiment with the photos they take and the images they produce in a simple, playful way.
Its sole, joyful purpose is to encourage a bit of extra fun around the humble practice of taking a happy snap on your phone. Frankly, any piece of software which asks nothing more of its users than to take pleasure in an act of creativity gets my admiration and approval. Continue Reading →
Last Friday, I put up a tiny little Google form asking a simple question: What was the first album you ever bought? 30 people responded View the results at http://flamingmongrel.net/lab/firstalbums/
I’m pretty obsessive about taking notes during meetings. But, I have to admit, the notes I take aren’t always very useful.
This week I wrote some advertising copy for a certain car company which will go unnamed. This is not that copy.
Hark, gentles, and ready your spirits to soar. Advancing with haste upon the third chapter of our Gregorian dodecagon, I am pleasure-puffed to declare a generational enhancement of substantive note. Continue Reading →
The carpark nearest my work has a small handful of hotly contested all-day parking spots, and a much larger collection of 2 hour bays. Yesterday I arrived in time to see the last of the all-day spaces being rudely invaded by a brutish 4WD. Resigned to my fate, I gently eased my trusty Hyundai into a 120 minuter and set my alarm for a reminder. Continue Reading →
A confession: I think I have an unhealthy addiction to narratives.
I have filled my life with other people’s stories. I’ve been an avid reader from a young age, and a movie fan for almost as long. When I learnt to play guitar I devoured countless tales told in three minute bursts of verse-chorus-verse.
These were amongst my most formative passions. They have patterned the way I think to the point where I now filter great slabs of my daily life through a library of templates and genres without even realising, for the most part, that I do it. Continue Reading →
I was reminded today of an office telephone prank I used to play when I worked for the corporate arm of a noted Australian university. It was a simple enough jape, but always good for a giggle on a slow afternoon.
It relies upon a rather specific setup for the office telephone system. While it’s possible that other workplaces I’ve enjoyed have also had systems capable of the following, I’ve never been able to re-master the all important third item on the list below. Continue Reading →
It started with a tweet from @GregBriggs
Well now. That’s a cry for help that cannot go unanswered. And so dear friends I give you: The Twimerick. Continue Reading →
It can happen with song lyrics and quotes, be they popular or obscure. It may be the mis-heard name of somebody you met last week or an old wives’ tale which years ago took erroneous root in your mental filing cabinet of Things That Are Correct™.
I’m talking about those little nuggets of non-facts, of false data, which you have long believed to be true. They lie dormant in your mind, sometimes for years or even decades. Some of them may never surface into the shiny light of day to be exposed, and you may well live with them until the day you die, blissfully ignorant of your blissful ignorance. Continue Reading →
