I've got 8 bits
But one suspects that if I truly did have 8 bits - and by "bits" I mean "limbs" not other appendages which your minds may have initially jumped to (I, in fact, haven't even got one penis, let alone eight.) - I would get far more work done than I am currently.
Unless this counts as work. It definitely should, because it's so much fun:
I've been making more mix tapes as postable gifts. I have so far made one for Jen, Fi, Amy and - finished yesterday evening - Clare. Anyone here can totally request one, if you're comfortable with giving me your address - cos I've got lots of blank tapes and a unquenchable desire to ignore my impending A Levels.
Unfortunately, I forgot to take a picture of Jen's before sending it out and this breaks my heart quite a lot.
Fiona's tape ("Kitchen-Based Raves") of upbeat, kitchen-based raves for her to listen to in the kitchen (possibly whilst cooking; most likely whilst raving.)
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Amy's tape ("Man and Horse (pretend)") of misc.
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Clare's tape ("Purple Stuff") of misc. that I hope Hannh hasn't already sent her (this means strictly no Sufjan, Griff or The Shins and more older stuff, since Hannh is pretty much Sultan Of Finding Souper New Music.)
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I have also made another t-shirt, modelled here by my own self. In case you are unable to read it or view it properly, it is of an octopus - whose tendrilly limbs twist off all over the shop, including some round the back (an awesome feat of screenprinting engineerery) - with the wholly true statement, "i've got 8 bits" on the back.
Also visible: my bed with mountainous duvet-pile and yellow Jenny Lewis t-shirt, below the corkboardy wonderment of general crap I find and hoard and pin up on my wall. (To enable optimum own-back-photography, I have placed the camera on the shelf in my wardrobe and stood on a chair. Points to Jade for resourcefulness)
Credit must go to Poppy who is the original creator of the 8-bits phrase - right? I can't really remember.
Next t-shirt to be completed: Jack's "Hugh Laurie" t-shirt - promise.
[mood |
havin' a RAVE]
[music | Buffalo Springfield - For What's It's Worth] ~ What a field day for the heat / A thousand people in the street
Unless this counts as work. It definitely should, because it's so much fun:
I've been making more mix tapes as postable gifts. I have so far made one for Jen, Fi, Amy and - finished yesterday evening - Clare. Anyone here can totally request one, if you're comfortable with giving me your address - cos I've got lots of blank tapes and a unquenchable desire to ignore my impending A Levels.
Unfortunately, I forgot to take a picture of Jen's before sending it out and this breaks my heart quite a lot.
Fiona's tape ("Kitchen-Based Raves") of upbeat, kitchen-based raves for her to listen to in the kitchen (possibly whilst cooking; most likely whilst raving.)
----
Amy's tape ("Man and Horse (pretend)") of misc.
----
Clare's tape ("Purple Stuff") of misc. that I hope Hannh hasn't already sent her (this means strictly no Sufjan, Griff or The Shins and more older stuff, since Hannh is pretty much Sultan Of Finding Souper New Music.)
----
I have also made another t-shirt, modelled here by my own self. In case you are unable to read it or view it properly, it is of an octopus - whose tendrilly limbs twist off all over the shop, including some round the back (an awesome feat of screenprinting engineerery) - with the wholly true statement, "i've got 8 bits" on the back.
Also visible: my bed with mountainous duvet-pile and yellow Jenny Lewis t-shirt, below the corkboardy wonderment of general crap I find and hoard and pin up on my wall. (To enable optimum own-back-photography, I have placed the camera on the shelf in my wardrobe and stood on a chair. Points to Jade for resourcefulness)
Credit must go to Poppy who is the original creator of the 8-bits phrase - right? I can't really remember.
Next t-shirt to be completed: Jack's "Hugh Laurie" t-shirt - promise.
[mood |
havin' a RAVE]
[music | Buffalo Springfield - For What's It's Worth] ~ What a field day for the heat / A thousand people in the street