I wouldn’t know what an Ikea manual looks like. I never use them. I like the idea that Ikea furniture is what you make it (see Ikea Hackers)… so I have lots of installation art masquerading as furniture. But if I bought a lightsaber kit I’d be sure to follow the manual.
Arthur sent me this link on Facebook but it has been doing the rounds… it’s originally from College Humor.
Take one abandoned building. Paint it with blackboard paint. Provide chalk. And a prompter for discussing a serious issue. Record the responses. And you have modern art.
If people are answering truthfully – and there’s really no reason to lie in a forum like this – then it’s an interesting insight into what people care about.
I wonder if responses change based on the socio-economic demographic of the location. I assume so.
I’m not sure why there’s a pirate here. Or what he’s writing. “Tried for pi…”
Last night, at some time around 11pm, I was talking to reader Tim Goldsmith on Facebook, and in an off hand comment (as he described a technical glitch he was having with this site) he mentioned two magic words. Breakfast burritos. I hadn’t had dinner at this point. I was inspired.
I’d had a breakfast burrito before. On the Sunshine Coast. It was delicious.
I had the ingredients. I still had the oil I’d used in the afternoon for the tortilla chips (I was planning to rebottle it to use again). I was hungry. So I made breakfast burritos. Here’s what I did…
Step 1. Cook the bacon and two eggs.
Step 2. Add some maple syrup and Worcestershire sauce to the bacon. This makes bacon delicious.
I just pour it on top of the cooking bacon – though beware, if you don’t watch it carefully it’ll coat your pan with a layer that’s almost impossible to clean. But it’s worth it.
Step 3. I had some sticky rib BBQ sauce in the fridge, so I put a dollop of that on the tortilla.
Step 4. I loaded up the tortilla with the bacon, some cheese, and then the egg.
Here’s about how cooked it was…
Step 5. Then it was into the frypan (with a bit of really hot oil – probably half a centimetre). It cooked/blackened really quickly. Heaps quicker than the chips.
Step 6. Plate up.
Delicious. It’s now on the menu if ever you come around for breakfast.
I realise that not everybody already owns a wicked awesome Spartan Helmet like I do…
So, if you want to be an awesome Spartan? Like me. But knitted, then by the power of SnorgTees, you can be. Join us.
Not limited to the first 300 Spartans…
You can also be a wooly viking.
This one is from a mountain and has nice stars.
The Mountain from TSO Photography on Vimeo.
There’s nothing like a hot snack on a rainy essay day. So today, in between essays, I made some tortilla chips. Which are amazing. Cheap. And delicious. Here’s how…
Heat some hot oil in a frypan. On the stove. I used peanut oil. On the highest temperature. With about three quarters of a centimetre of oil throughout the pan.
Wait till it bubbles a little.
Cut your tortillas into chip shapes.
Put them in oil – once the oil is hot enough each side will cook in somewhere between 20 and 40 seconds.
Put the cooked ones on a piece of paper towel.
Once they’re all done, pile them all up into a bowl and liberally apply sour cream and salsa. They’re also fantastic with mince as Nachos. And great by themselves.
This sort of animal video is probably why the Internet (and in a more derivative sense, video sharing) was invented.
Spider attack from Ahmet Ozkan on Vimeo.
Love it.
This little photographic excursion to Ikea tightens the allen-keyed cockles of my heart.
Two guys made themselves at home in the Swedish superstore.
Via 22 Words, days ago. I’d find the link if I could be bothered.
Hipsters. Love them, hate them, they’re here to stay. At least until something cooler comes along. But lets face it. Moustaches and tight clothes epitomise cool. I’d be a hipster if I could grow a mo. And if I didn’t want to mock them relentlessly. But I digress. Dads are the Original Hipsters demonstrates, photographically, that there is nothing original about our current generation of hipsters. They are just copying our dads.
The only difference is the lack of deliberate irony for most of these dads.
From what I can gather this shirt doesn’t exist yet. But doubtless, by the power of the interwebs, it soon will. Here it is part of a “Rebranding America” design challenge.
If there’s one thing the release of Obama’s birth certificate and the continuing speculation about the whereabouts of Osama Bin Laden teaches us – it’s that conspiracy theories get great mileage on the internet. So here’s how to start one.
From MotherJones.com
This is beautiful. I love a good timelapse.
Timelapse – The City Limits from Dominic on Vimeo.
There are no words to describe just how bad this idea is.
It’s as bad as that joke that goes:
Joker: Did you hear about the guy who killed all the [disliked minority group] and one clown?
Other person: Why the clown?
Joker: See, nobody cares about [disliked minority group]
Via Reddit.
It’s important to know the difference. Apparently. Saxophone jazz is out. Saxophone muzak is in. Because it’s important that church sounds like an elevator.
You know the song “Heart and Soul” that every kid plays on the piano – it’s out. It’s a “Boogie-woogie” song, and thus unsuitable for gospel/worship music. Because it makes the body want to dance.
I think so. Not the cereal. The SnuggieTM. So warm and comfy.