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Thought for the day

If you have some spare time today, leaf through a catalogue. (Or a catalog if you’re American).
Have a look at the photos of people. People really enjoying using their whiteboard, or their lawnmower, or whatever it is they’re using. They’re really happy, it’s like item 204598 has totally saved their life and brought joy into [...]

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A bunch of ways to misspell “Britney Spears”

Hey. Tonight I’m staying up late on a school night cos why not.
Anyway. Here’s a bunch of ways to misspell Britney Spears. It’s inspired by the fact that I frequently see her name misspelld. I’m gonna aim for 100 but if I don’t make it, don’t kill me. After all, I only tried to misspell [...]

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Crisps

Hi folks, hi.
I’m spending today in quiet contemplation of crisps. Crisps … I don’t know, crisps are just something to think about sometimes, to meditate upon. Their flavoursome crunchiness; their thin, fried deliciosity.
I think they are a metaphor for life. Life is so very fragile, but with the right number of additives and flavour enhancers, [...]

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Ture or flase?

Leave your answer in the comments.

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My last post, with all the vowels removed.

Just because, really.
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Ntrlly [...]

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Objects: why do you like them?

What is your favourite object? One of my favourite objects is the humble pencil. To me they represent solidity, simplicity and serenity.
One day, pencils will take over the world. They are the only item of stationery that can withstand a nuclear blast and they can be used to slay dragons (should the need arise). If [...]

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Mourning Morning

Today as I dragged myself to work my mind wandered to the concept of national days. We have a national day for everything, it seems. Grandparents, back pain, breast cancer, the Queen’s birthday (twice). We even celebrate when the banks take a break — presumably these people must be so hard working that when they [...]

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