Friday, October 29, 2010

i'd rather stab myself in the face and then unsuscribe.

Just came across this YouTube Comment Generator. Hard to believe they're randomly generated. I'm sure I've read a couple of them before.

Is there anything in the world more worthless than YouTube comments? Any activity more a waste of time? Not that there aren't videos worth commenting on – this one, for example – but what's the point? It's impossible to have any sort of a conversation, and whatever you might say would be drowned out by the half billion monkeys frantically hammering away at their keyboards.

If only YouTube had the calibre of commenters here on the Path. :)

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Harper time.

After dropping Winter at playgroup and Kate at the hairdresser, Harper and I spent an hour or so wandering around the beautiful Fitzroy Gardens.

We lay on the grass and felt the warm sun and cool breeze on our skin. We collected pine cones and made a tower, which Harper promptly kicked over. "Do again, Dad? Do again? Knocky over?" We headed off the main path and up a narrow track that wound through the trees. And stumbled onto a teenage couple like fully makin' out on one of the secluded benches. With no apparent desire to stop. Oh. Um. Harper, look there's a duck back there behind us, shall we go and look at it? Yes? Good.

We watched the duck preen its feathers and then we threw twigs and leaves into the pond. Or rather, Harper threw twigs and leaves into a pond; I tried to restrain her enthusiasm and keep her from falling in. "Harper, waaaaait!" (She didn't fall in.) We chased the myna birds and told them to shoo. Nasty birds. We picked up sticks and whacked the metal bands around the trunks of many of the trees. We picked flowers for mum and took turns taking photos of whatever caught our eye. Harper by me.


Me by Harper.


Clearly she shares my fondness for photos with the heads cropped out.

And before I knew it, all too soon, it was time to go. Back into the car and back to collect Kate and Winter. Then some lunch.

As mornings go, it was another of my finest.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Sie Rebellenabschaum!

Re-imagining classic Star Wars characters as figures from World War II might seem like an exercise in redundancy, but when the results are this great, who cares?


Star Wars Transformers are good, but Star Wars 1942 is better. (Follow the link for the complete set by Sillof & Glorbes.) They look great, and the little touches—Han's jacket, Chewie's bowcaster, the power cord on Luke's lightsabre (ha)—really make the difference. Bonus points for Sillof too who "always has to have a Boba Fett in my Star Wars lines." Of course! :)

One more thing to add to my list of brown-paper-package crossovers.

UPDATE
Oh, and check out Sillof's Samurai Wars and Steam Wars collections as well. So good.