You hear that, Mr Andersen?

Beaks, birthday, break... and Mr T

The lovely (and talented) Ms Nelmes mentioned an interest in "Guard Dog" - well, I managed to find a clip of it on the artist's website, and as it turns out, it was nominated for the Oscar for animated short.

While I'm linking - how about a < href="http://www.pacmanhattan.com/">Live Action version of Pacman?

Oh, and I found out where that goth griffin came from - a site called Custom Creature Taxidermy. I imagine that some of these things would make excellent props for a game or movie, but I'm not sure I'd want to own any -- even "normal" taxidermy seems somewhat creepy to me. Though I wish I'd managed to find the Jeremy Bentham auto-icon when I was last in London, and meeting up with a friend who worked at UCL.

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The good thing about water guns is that they're bulky, and so look quite impressive as presents; until the recipient starts unwrapping them, at least. I've pretty much graduated to giving crockery, glassware, wood or alcohol, so it's nice to give something much more random for a change - I hope Hix gets good use out of his birthday present. :) His party (Saturday evening) was very enjoyable. I ended up arriving at the same time as Giffy, and we were the first ones there; since this happened last time as well, we decided we were harbringers of guests, like stormcrows of revelry or something. Once others arrived, I ended up chatting to a bunch of people I didn't know, and in a near-unprecedented turn of events, I find that I can remember the name of one of the people I talked to -- though this may be because we were talking about googling your own name, and she had found out that she shares her name with a porn star. :)

(I've been driven off the first page by a German maker of erotic wristwatches, plus one or two entries on a Danish psychologist with Parkinsons. Oh well. :)

Anyway, Happy Birthday, Hix -- thanks for sharing the cake, and I hope the shot of tequila an hour wasn't to much for you in the end. :)

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I actually took a break yesterday -- instead of going into work, I just did a few household chores, and mooched around reading. I finished the Anne Perry murder mystery I was half-way through, polished off another, and then read a couple of young adult novels that C lent me and the two Greg Rucka graphic novels that I've been meaning to get around to (Whiteout and Whiteout: Melt -- a US marshal in Antarctica, good stuff). A satisfyingly non-productive day, all in all.

I did try to mow my lawn, but the padlock on the shed seems to have rusted completely shut. Le sigh. At least I got to eat lunch outside, since the weather was pleasantly mild.

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Okay, just before I go - do you think your life has been incomplete without the sight of Mr T rapping really badly about how you should treat your mother right, with cheesy synths playing in the background? Well pine no more, my friend. And there's even a harsh commentary on the video available, as well!

Hmm, I wonder how long before we get DVDs of terrible 80s movies that come with a commentary track that mocks them mercilessly. I'm thinking things like that Vanilla Ice movie, for example. Smells like an untapped market to me!

Posted by svend at August 8, 2005 8:59 PM