Because there is no plan B...

Is it going to be cheesy? Probably.

Is it likely to make me regress to the excitable, attention-deficient mental state of an eight-year-old boy for its duration? More than likely.

Do I care? No.

Am I excited? Hell yeah.

The power of a great story...

Having mentioned the desire to write again in my previous post, I've been thinking about the possibility of joining a writing group. While mulling over the idea, I happened upon
this video. The message is simple, but effective - although the concept and context is somewhat... absurd? ;)

If you've seen it before, feel free to kick me. If you haven't - enjoy!

One cool dude...

Maybe it's because Christmas is yet to get its bloated avaricious head out of the way; maybe its just me, or maybe its because us Brits are never very good at it. Either way, there hasn't been a whole lot of Winter Olympics-related hype unleashed upon the great non-Chamonix revering unwashed ... yet. The 21st Winter Olympiad is due to commence in Vancouver, Canada on February 12th 2010. At the time of writing (a quiet and understated Christmas morning), it's a mere 49 days away. So it is both surprising and intriguing that the first story to come out of this corner, which has actually registered on my radar, is this interesting tale about a Jamaican skier. Cool he might be, but a Disney-esque tale founded around light, jovial institutional racism packaged as children's comedy it ain't.

Thanks go to my Canadian pseudo sister-in-law for forwarding the original link. Merry Christmas everybody!

Future imperfect

Taken from a feature on Pret a Manger published on The Guardian website, February 1st 2001:

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"Pret creates handmade, natural food, avoiding the obscure chemicals, additives and preservatives common to so much 'prepared' and 'fast' food on the market today," declares the rubric plastered all over Pret a Manger outlets, packaging, bags and walls. What could such an ethically righteous organisation have in common with McDonald's? Well, perhaps more than you might think.

Perhaps Pret a Manger customers represent the McDonald's customer 10 years down the line, grown health conscious and gastronomically sophisticated and a slave to the desk. The naff colours, melamine and spotty youths serving up the burgers, buns and bags have given way to the shiny metallic surfaces, high,small, round tables with bar stools and spotty youths serving up the lattes, cappuccinos and, oh yes, the bags made of the same recycled paper against a background blur of discreet funk.

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Almost, buddy. Almost. Back to my salad, "lovingly handmade in Pret today"...

What the web was made for... (NSFW-ish)

Now - if you happen to have seen the fantastic furry musical Avenue Q you'll know that the internet was made for porn. According to Trekkie Monster, at least. But even in a virtual world where sexual frisson and deviant dalliance is omnipresent, the act of carnal pleasure has always - shall we say - been somewhat solitary? Well not anymore. These goodly folk have proved that where the flesh is weak, the social web is more than willing...

BTW - while it isn't explicit, you might want to think about the sensitivity and sensibilities of those around you, before viewing. Your discretion is advised, as they say.