It certainly looks cool, with that retro 30′s styling and the to-die-for colour combination of black, silver and burgundy… but what the frig is it?
Is it:
A: A lipstick?
B: A miniaturised spy camera?
C: A mobile phone?
Archive for October, 2004
I promised myself I wouldn’t watch any trailers for Star Wars: Episode III, since the trailers for episodes I and II just gave away every single bit of the film that was worth watching. But then I saw this. The temptation will be strong. Only sudden death seven days after watching The Ring can save me now.
Last night I watched The Ring on DVD. Immediately afterwards my phone rang: it was a mysterious, otherworldly text message from an unknown (but clearly supernatural) correspondent informing that someone I know is “trying to contact” me. Although it wasn’t specified, the implication was clear.
They’re trying to contact me from the other side.
Then this morning, my gums spontaneously started bleeding, spookily right after I’d been to the dentist’s for a de-scaling.
I’m well freaked out. Watch the blog for further developments, but I wouldn’t expect much after next Wednesday…
The world has waited too long for 30-second condensed versions of classic films. With rabbits.
Is it just me, or did tennis just become so much more appealling?
Google’s Desktop Search tool is attracting the usual mixture of adulation and suspicion. What bothers me most about the thinly-veiled attacks from Google’s competitors is their lack of imagination. The same cannot be said of one inspired post to the Guardian Unlimited Onlineblog. (Read the posting by Gregory Block, then the response two places below it.)
One of my favourite blogs is the Guardian Unlimited Newsblog. Where else would I have found a link to Boris Johnson’s blog, scene of some frantic digging by the Tory’s party’s own Perishers dog?
I’m on a one-man mission to spread the word of a wonderful pair of children’s books: Stick Kid and The Big Blue Spot by Peter Holwitz. Peter’s one of that rare breed: a children illustrator who can also tell a great story. Both books have a brilliantly surreal edge to them, and are now favourites of the whole faimly (from 4 to 33). Stick Kid in particular will have a lump in your throat, I guarantee. Please try them out and ask me for a refund if you don’t love both of them.
It will be full of drivel.