Grit in the Gears

I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.

Thursday, 24 December 2009

Light as the Breeze, Tower of Song...

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She stands before you naked you can see it, you can taste it, and she comes to you light as the breeze. Now you can drink it or you can nurs...
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Wednesday, 23 December 2009

"By Jove", cried Frank, "A Chance to Practise My Resuscitatin' Skills!"

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Zebra, Revealed.

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"It is embarrassing", thought Horace, "to be a functionally naked zebra, dressed only in thigh-high striped fetish-stockings....

Rocket Scientists do Pre-Launch Checks

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On the first horse in space... Your captions invited in the comments box!
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Body Clocks

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This morning, I woke, thinking.... "Damn!, that alarm's going to go off any minute now!", so I reached for the alarm, which i...
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Sunday, 20 December 2009

What Browser?

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Google chrome's ad, here on youtube, is a beautifully made ad. I really love it, clever, witty, improvised, hacked together in the basem...
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Saturday, 19 December 2009

Great Video, Shame About the Song.

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I loved the graphics. I've been interested in this sort of 3D cutaway illustration since I was a kid, and had a book showing fold-out pa...
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Friday, 18 December 2009

Rudolph's Secret Vice

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