April 15, 2006

TomBlog - in a reflective mood

Let us all just take a moment to look at the clouds. Or just wonder why for christ sake? This might cheer you up after considering that.

6 Comments:

Blogger Mojo said...

smokin the spliffs again, Tom?

I guess Ian left some with you before leaving for the outback.

6:33 PM  
Blogger Leocadia said...

My Mum is going to love that cloud website... Bless her.

Things I have reflected on today: 'How sick is too sick to go to The Black Keys?' & 'Is five pairs of the same shoes in different colours really too many? And if so, who cares?'

Also a headfucker - March of the Penguins.

4:12 AM  
Blogger vanillagrrl said...

Who are these so-called "celebrities" who have eaten their ways out of chocolate rooms?
Have any of you ever heard of Cherie Booth and Lord Brockett?

And speaking of the Penguins movie, I just learned the factoid that in France they have actors talking like people talking like penguins (as in "Here honey, I'm going to roll Junior over to you. I said now, honey, not that you ever listen to me. Aw, now look what you've done! It's all over. We're through." The American studio threw out that track and replaced it with Mr. voice-of-a-god Morgan Freeman. (10 bonus points for answering the following question: What does this say about our cultures?)

12:33 AM  
Blogger Leocadia said...

Cherie "Bang Bang" Booth and Lord "Meatpacker" Brockett are both the sort of celebrity that would have eating their way out of a chocolate room in their contracts.

7:15 AM  
Blogger vanillagrrl said...

good heavens, it's just too easy to find stuff when you surf:

http://grant.robinson.name/projects/guess-the-google/

3:24 PM  
Blogger Leocadia said...

Yeah, the dog/kid one is great, but i didn't feel the same vibe from the others so much. There was one other I really liked, but that one is definately the best. It's got this whole sort of bittersweetness to it, it reminds me of being a kid, and having all this hope, but at the same time reminds me how few of my dreams came true when I grew up. It's sad, in a way... but in a beautiful sort of way. Because it's not a tragic or helpless sort of sadless, it's an accepting, c'est la vie, sort of sadness. I like it.

11:51 AM  

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