A Week in Pictures.
Photodump? Oh, right, PHOTODUMP!
Last Saturday night it was my friend Dawn's 21st birthday. she had a big party in her house with a keg and loadza booze and everything. As a gift, Eimear and I made her what we dubbed "The Tshirt of DESTINY":
Dawn wearing the t-shirt.
And a descirption of what the hell is going on.
And from behind.
Some of you might be able to spot places where you yourselves actually indirectly influenced the tshirt's design! Go you! I think Dawn was actually mildly terrified of the shirt, but me and Eimear still had tremendous fun making it.
What's next. Oh right, Sophie Ellis Bextor. She performed in the George a few weeks ago for some reason unknown to everyone. Pics:
Murder on the Dancefloor, indeed.
Why? Just why?
Right. Moving swiftly along. I saw a pretty sunset on the train the other day:
Wow, marvel at the beauty of God's creation, etc. Yawn.
Then I got all arty:
One might call it a commentary on the inherent lonliness of the human condition, or just, you know, a chair that nobody happens to be sitting in. Whatever.
Next up, juvenile behaviour. Jean and I were shopping for a dinner party today and when we went to put our trolley back in the trolley bay, we discovered that some delinquent had ballsed up everything by somehow cramming their trolley back in backwards. So we contributed to the problem and took a photo cos it was funny. I had so much fun today being a completely immature punk. I advise everyone to set aside at least one day every month to to the same!
Ha ha. Sort that one out, Centra!
I guess that's it for my pics for now. I shall leave you with a macro, nay, the GREATEST MACRO OF ALL TIME!!! BWA-HA-HA-HA-HA!
Seriously, I almost had a cardiac episode when I saw this!
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Later, guys!
Last Saturday night it was my friend Dawn's 21st birthday. she had a big party in her house with a keg and loadza booze and everything. As a gift, Eimear and I made her what we dubbed "The Tshirt of DESTINY":
Dawn wearing the t-shirt.
And a descirption of what the hell is going on.
And from behind.
Some of you might be able to spot places where you yourselves actually indirectly influenced the tshirt's design! Go you! I think Dawn was actually mildly terrified of the shirt, but me and Eimear still had tremendous fun making it.
What's next. Oh right, Sophie Ellis Bextor. She performed in the George a few weeks ago for some reason unknown to everyone. Pics:
Murder on the Dancefloor, indeed.
Why? Just why?
Right. Moving swiftly along. I saw a pretty sunset on the train the other day:
Wow, marvel at the beauty of God's creation, etc. Yawn.
Then I got all arty:
One might call it a commentary on the inherent lonliness of the human condition, or just, you know, a chair that nobody happens to be sitting in. Whatever.
Next up, juvenile behaviour. Jean and I were shopping for a dinner party today and when we went to put our trolley back in the trolley bay, we discovered that some delinquent had ballsed up everything by somehow cramming their trolley back in backwards. So we contributed to the problem and took a photo cos it was funny. I had so much fun today being a completely immature punk. I advise everyone to set aside at least one day every month to to the same!
Ha ha. Sort that one out, Centra!
I guess that's it for my pics for now. I shall leave you with a macro, nay, the GREATEST MACRO OF ALL TIME!!! BWA-HA-HA-HA-HA!
Seriously, I almost had a cardiac episode when I saw this!
This post brought to you in conjunction with Pointless Posts, Inc.
Later, guys!