Wednesday, February 28, 2007

USB absinthe spoon - The green fairy goes 2.0

There is nothing like blending useful technology with a beautiful and usable piece of art.

USB Absinthe spoon

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Not fixed but patched up

As I now write I have found some peace. I am firmly planted on the sea floor again with my fish swimming nearby. They are tentative. Is the poison gone? I can assure them it is as they look through my hundreds of outstretched arms.

They can't clean me this time I need to do it on my own. But they again can look into my belly and see it empty and see my eyes are clear.

It will undoubtedly take a lot of time for them to call me home again but at least I am planted and ready for anything.

I will paint the world with a brush so broad again. It just makes everything blurry.

Monday, February 26, 2007

I am broken

Not like a glass thrown against a wall, or a heart smashed against a step. But more like a horse that was wild turned tame.

I see that I want to be ridden. I want to be worked. I was to be bridled not as a slave or as a prisoner but an entity in a symbiotic relationship.

I want to be the anenome protecting the fish that swim in my person. I want to look to the surface and know that up there I would die and my partners aren't stupid enough to follow me.

I am poisoned at the moment so the fish have left at first I thought "go to the surface that will show everyone how you feel". But I realized that was my distructive behaviour trying to get the best of me. I flushed my poison. I sat in my sickness and looked at the floor for hours. Noticing stains I never have before. I wonder is that blood? No it is likely jam dropped by the people who make my house a home.

I returned to the sea to realize that I had in fact lost my home. I still have my house but it is empty.

Even my dog didn't care I was home.

I will fight for what I believe in. What I know is real. What I know is right. I will wear a ring on my finger with pride and I will be me over and over and over again. I am not such a bad guy I have tonnes of potential. Even if no one has faith in me at least I do. Thats all I can say

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

The crowhawk

The hair be gone, thy will be done. On earth as it is in heaven.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Look what I made

I have almost invented something. I am not sure what to call it. I am not sure how it works as I haven’t written the instruction booklet. I don’t really read them anyways. I will probably just figure it out.

The packaging is up in the air. As I am not sure how big it will be.

I know for sure that it will come wrapped in plastic bags. They will say “Bags are not toys”.

I know this so it seems a moot point but I need to include it for law.

On a side note bags make wonderful hats. And water resistant neckerchiefs for that matter.

I want to for surely use that indestructible plastic that smells of rubbers. Oh yeah and those twist ties that are pretty much the best twist ties ever. I think I will include extras so that people can take the lunches to work using them.

I need to come up with a catchy tag line like “The future is now” or “Got milk?”

My first attempt is a keeper I think: “My future is Got that?”

What do you think?

Does anybody know a good manufacturing company? They need to be overseas and employ mostly tweens. They still have littler fingers but there is always a slow big guy who can help with heavy lifting. I will send them Christmas cards with Candy canes scotch taped to them. They will all sing a remix of Dancing queen.

I am going to rule the world. What is the number of the patent place?