Dancing herd

No escaping it, we are as beautiful and easily led as cows. Dancing cows. Moo.

Thanks to Mattyboomboom and @herdmeister

Milestone

Today I’ve listened to 21021 tracks since I joined last.fm. And the 21021th was I am an astronaut, the most loveliest Snow Patrol track. Isn’t that nice? I like symmetry. Symmetry in numbers makes me especially happy.  Small pleasures.

Welcome to 1995

1995. What a year. A year when the internet didn’t really exist. No mobile phones. No iPods. No email. No nothing really. Just a soulless existence where you had to actually be on time to meet people and where Blur were preparing to do  battle with Oasis.

Well I’ve been forcibly transported back to that happy year as my iPhone has been sent to hospital.  Apparently they don’t appreciate being watered and my insurance company insists on inspecting its damaged carcass before asking Apple for a new one. For two long weeks I will be incommunicado via a mobile telephony device.  This is the first time for 10 years I have been without a phone for more than one day. This may get difficult especially given I am addicted to all things internets and insist on having a constant soundtrack to my life piped directly into my earholes. Instant cold turkey.  Probably in 5 hours I’ll be curled up in a corner shivering and covered in my own vomit. Or I’ll feel strangely liberated. Maybe this is the very push I need to stop checking twitter every 5 minutes?

Only a very long two week time will tell.

Welcome to last year

I entertained myself greatly for all of today when I changed my facebook language to pirate.  Everyone should do this. Or rather everyone probably did it for a day way back ages ago (like, so last year duh) when everyone heard about it.  I’ve been blissfully unaware of the delights of checking your ‘bottle o’messages’ or liking a link by saying ‘it be pleasin to me eye’. They’ve translated everything, it’s brilliant:  adverts be ‘hawkin’; events be ‘grog fests’; you can scrawl on people’s planks (haha), or share by ‘divving the spoils me hearties’.  There is nothing that is not amusing about this me mateys.

Arrrrr.

Bye bye roaming

My clients Vodafone have dun and gone something nicey…

No more silly prices for calls when you’re on holiday this summer.  Now you can blabber away like you would normally whilst lying on a beach.  Probably shouting down the phone:

‘I’m on the beach…. ….it’s rubbish’ 

 

It’s nice working on a brand that does something that’s easy to market.  Everyone likes holidays, everyone likes blabbering on their phones, therefore everyone will like blabbering on their phones on holiday: WIN.

I love the internet. I love humans

Just had a quick renewal of my faith in humans.  The fact that Ow Charlie you bit me is ranked top youtubes ever is just so utterly lovely. Well done world.

If you ruled the world…

I’m not entirely sure what I would do if I ruled the world. Probably make David Tennent my boyfriend and have the rivers made of tea.  We at Dare with Vodafone have been busy asking facebook what they would do if they ruled the world and it seems that everyone has lots to say.  About 4000 comments in 2 days.  Some barking mad, some with dreadful spelling and shouty capitals, some heart warming, and some stomach churning.

What would you do if you ruled the world? Join the thronging masses and let Vodafone know.  The good (and doable ones) Vodafone will actually set about in making happen. Nice hey?

Listening to a website

I read a post called my internet a few months ago that made me think a lot.  Made me think a lot and get a little bit more  annoyed at bad user design and information architecture that I would have done ordinarily.  

So what is my internet?  My internet is one that doesn’t blast me with music when I land on a website.  It’s also one that let’s me choose my own pA33woRd, and never ever resizes my browser.  There’s lots more my internet is and isn’t – and each person’s internet is different.  I find talking to IAs such as the brilliantly prolix John Gibbard is the best way of getting tips of how I can improve my internet.  Try it… go look at someone else’s internet and see what you find out.

But back to listening to a website.  I hate websites, flash websites especially, that have a soundtrack that automatically plays and plays loud.  You know the ones: edgy, sports or lifestyle bollocks.  One that cost 1million pounds and has no intrinsic use what so ever to anyone except to look pretty, load slowly, and annoy most of it’s visitors.   However, I have been listening to a website all morning.  Glade.  Their soundtrack is awesome. Hardly surprising given they’re a dance music festival.

Anyone else found a nice website to listen to?

This song saved my life

It’s nearly two years to the day that I heard this song for the first time. It saved my tiny life in so many ways, some too dark to say out loud.  I will probably never meet the man who wrote it, so he’ll probably never know how something he created affected me so profoundly.  It was one of those quiet moments when you realise that you could have gone your entire life never knowing of its existence and you would have been poorer for it.  In my case, much poorer.

Why all the seriousness?  I’ve started writing again. Song writing. I’ve actually written something that I’m proud of. I might even take them for a spin once my fingers have stopped hurting from my bad guitar playing.

Tattoo tester

I’ve been thinking long and hard about getting a tattoo. Josh Beech may have spurred me on a bit.  I do this every couple of years but this time I’m pretty sure of what I want now.  Although I haven’t found the right font, I know what I want written.  It’ll be in French. Get me. 

But, most tattoos I’ve seen on other people look shit*.  That’s probably because I don’t like tattoo art.  However, instead of tattooing myself in helvetica or some other design wankery font, I thought I might make my own. And test it with this.

trouble is this doesn’t exist. But it’s a lovely concept bootifully executed.

More ooo pretty stuff here

*my opinion obv