Reverse Dictionary

Dictionary.com’s reverse dictionary has a way to go. I just typed in “horse with stripes” and variations thereof and it didn’t bring home a result.

Rice Boy.

Rice boy. You are clearly also sad that your adventures have ended and your friends have been killed by frog demon kings. So let me take you back to my gur and feed you the warm yak butter milk that we give to the early lambs of winter. Let me wrap you in furs. And let me share my goats testicle stew with you. I can make you happy, rice boy.

Nah, just kidding, your time is done, Rice Boy. I’ll wait for the new story like everyone else.

Yum, Detergent.

I was about to fry some eggs for a late night supper last night. I put the frying pan on the stove. I grab the bottle of oil off the bench. I squeeze a bit into the pan and briefly think, “gosh, it is cold, that oil is really thick.” Then as the pan heats up, I’m all, “wha? why does the kitchen smell like lemon and soap?”

Waterless Urinal.

Greg has just installed a waterless urinal on the outside of his shed.

I like the cut of his jib.

Hello There Geoffrey Rowland.

Have you been in my blog again Mr Geoffrey Rowland?

Rice Boy has Finished.

Rice boy has finished. It is sad.

Moby: Play.

I’m still listening to Moby’s Play. It is an absolute joy. And I’m utterly intrigued that there’s at least two songs on here that seem to come from a very similar mold to stuff on Portishead’s new one, Third.

Which is fine by me. Lovin it.

With Salad in it!!!

You know, its wonderful being bone idle. There is no pain. You are receding.

But sometimes a man just has to do stuff.

So I went over to Greg and Lisa’s today to spray some shit with a hose. Sprayin shit is doin stuff fit for a man.

Late morning, Lisa gets Greg on the phone, and he’s coming home for lunch. She asks me whether I want Greg to pick up something for me for lunch.

I’m all, yeah… a sandwich…

And Lisa looks at me like I’m a bit nuts. “That’s it, a sandwich?”

And I’m all, yeah… with salad on it!

Beef, salad, multigrain.

It was absolutely perfect.

Sometimes food just gets you that way.

Octopusme’s Beautiful Jewellry.

Octopusme on Etsy molds and casts real octopus bits in silver to make surprisingly beautiful jewellry. Nothing fishy about it.

Paul Antonson’s Fantastic Art.

Paul Antonson’s fantastic illustrations are worth a look.

Gangstagrass.

I downloaded Gangstagrass’ bluegrass hip hop crossover album using the replacement torrent from Pirate Bay last night and it was faster than anything I’ve ever torrented. I think it might be popular.

Probably because it is amazing. The first couple of songs don’t really do it for me, but then something clicks, and the rest of the album is phenomenal.

It’s worth checking out.

Excellent Cambodian Chicken wings.

I’ve been eating those excellent Cambodian spicy chicken wings again. And I am a happy man.

Ugly is the New Cute.

World’s ugliest dog contest photos and voting. Go Elwood!

Visioneers Promo.

I have no idea what this promo for the movie Visioneers is trying to say. I can’t decide whether it’s one of the dumbest things I’ve ever seen, one of the funniest, or just one of the weirdest.

Thai Ghosts and Transvestites.

Hilarious Thai light bulb commercial. This would make me buy their globes, everyday.

Moby: Love Theme from I Like to Score.

You know how sometimes you like a song so much that you put it on repeat. Just the one song. With the speakers up loud and all strategically placed on either side of your head. And then it’s so good that you don’t take it off for an hour or two.

Because you’re mentally hunkered down under a red gum next to a waterhole, watching the sunset colors change from yellow to pink to red to purple on a granite cliff face in the distance. The smell of sandalwood and fresh grilling fish on the fire, and for at least a little while, a hot mug of dark strong tea in your hand.

Love theme by Moby is like that.

(My profoundest apologies for linking to the video. Just minimize it and listen.)

My New Food Toy: Cookthink.

I’ve got a new food toy. It’s the website Cookthink. One can search the recipe database by mood.

Non. I am not ‘aving zis appiness foods. Bring me ennui. Bring me ze foods with ennui…

Carve your own Postcard.

Carve your own wooden postcards from the A+R store.

Gajin Fujita - Japanese/Graffiti.

Gajin Fujita’s work. Elaborate fusions of traditional Japanese art and modern urban street graffiti.

Moby: Play.

I’m listening to Moby’s Play. I think for every artist, and every audience, there’s a point at which the two are closest together. This was it for me and Moby. It’s spatial, rich and complicated, with a joyful sense of its own connection to an American folk and spiritual history. I like it more than his newer stuff.