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Do not do this

Posted by Dave on July 29, 2006 at 10:47 PM | Comments (4)

Seriously, if I catch anyone doing this on Saint Patrick’s day, I will throw eggs.

Shamrocking is not a verb

On the back it reads: “....and remember you don’t need the luck of the irish to sell your home with Sharon Nolan”.


Phoenix Shield

Posted by Dave on June 23, 2006 at 10:03 AM | Comments (7)

Recorded with my camera-phone off the TV.

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Order your Phoenix Shield today!

Chicks screamin’ in my room like every night

Posted by Dave on May 26, 2006 at 12:13 AM | Comments (3)

Well, the fucking bird has made a nest and hatched several screaming chicks.

Behind my head.


At least it’s not a pigeon.

Check out Ze Frank's The Show if you haven't already.

This is getting ridiculous

Posted by Dave on May 13, 2006 at 03:37 AM | Comments (1)

I was doing a design for a newspaper header, as part of an icon for something I’m working on. I thought it would look best with a little emblem in the middle of the title, something like the National Gazette logo.

It’s a fairly throw-away piece, and the icon is only 60 pixels wide and 16 pixels tall, so I decided just to use a text ornament. I loaded up the keyboard viewer, select Bodoni Ornaments, and started flicking through the different options.

I found the one shown below and was sure I found exactly what I was looking for. That was until I put it into Photoshop and realised there was probably a reason I liked it so much.

It looks like a VULVA

This is worse than the last time.

In other news, I’ve just turned 24.


Posted by Dave on April 29, 2006 at 04:46 AM | Comments (1)
Skypod logo

The latest from product from Nakatomi was announced tonight: Skypod.

Check it out! More unbelievable stuff on the way.

How gay is Abercrombie and Fitch?

Posted by Dave on April 28, 2006 at 02:42 AM | Comments (356)

Answer: pretty fucking gay.

A picture of the chests of three well-built men, with no obvious signs of any Abercrombie and Fitch clothing

The Formula

Posted by Dave on April 13, 2006 at 09:21 PM | Comments (5)
First, an off the wall comment. Second, a confused expression. Third, the punchline

“Life in Slow Motion... that’s his music down to a T, isn’t it?”

Posted by Dave on February 27, 2006 at 06:44 PM | Comments (5)

Friends of mine will know that I have a special place in my heart for the music of David Gray; a place which is cold and vicious. I can tolerate his music in the background, when it is indistinct and muffled; but once I find out that it’s him, when I hear his grating, shallow voice I just have to escape.

So imagine my joy today when my two great loves of David Gray and comment spam combined to produce David Gray comment spam.

Blog title courtesy of Phil.

Conservative love-off

Posted by Dave on February 25, 2006 at 12:48 AM | Comments (1)

I followed a link from Airbag to an article about wines at a White House dinner.

While I was thinking “Why the heck is this supposed to be funny?” I noticed something in the sidebar. You know when a new piece of information enters your head and it confuses you, so your brain instantly goes to work - looking at it from a few different angles, trying to figure it out - only to realise that you’ve just picked up a live mental hand-grenade and you need to get it out of your mind as quickly as possible?

I don’t think mere words can truly describe the horror, so here’s what I saw:

An ad for conservativematch.com, featuring a screaming woman

Can you see it? Yes, that is one awful drop shadow. Of course, then I looked to the left and for a moment I thought I heard my own mind scream right back.

My strong morbid curiosity compelled me to check this out. So I went to Conservative Match.com and had a look. Once I saw their fantastic slogan, “Sweethearts, not bleeding hearts”, I knew I wanted to do a parody site.

So I started to looking around for things to change. It was then, that I saw the dinner-party photo:

A photo of a conservative dinner party

On the surface, it looks like some couples are having a nice, pleasant evening in. But look closely at the photo. There are five people in it: two white women, two white men and one black man. There can only be two couples here, and I’m pretty sure the black man is the odd-one-out. Here's why:

  • The black man has hair too cool for a conservative.
  • Most of the white people have positioned themselves to put the table between them and the black man.
  • The black man is serving food for the white people.
  • The white man immediately behind the black man is staring right at him. If I’m not mistaken, his expression reads “I’ve got my eye on you, darkie!”.

This is far funnier than if I’d just replaced the turkey with a baby.

A typical conservative meal

Steve’s Birthday Bash!

Posted by Dave on February 15, 2006 at 01:35 AM | Comments (5)

The continued adventures of Steve the Potato.

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Steve’s Birthday Bash!

A test of video

Posted by Dave on February 14, 2006 at 07:44 AM | Comments (8)

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Jump Zoom

Hopefully more to come today (if YouTube stops acting the spa). Update: It has, moved video to YouTube.


Posted by Dave on January 24, 2006 at 09:57 AM | Comments (6)

Paul Donnan on rap music:

It's amazing that fucking rubbish lyrics work so well for rap music...

...reuse the following words as often as possible: "fuck, shit, hoes, motherfucking, cock, dick". Then insert random English-sounding words to pad out those pesky in between the good word bits.

Shame on you, Conall

Posted by Dave on October 24, 2005 at 08:20 PM | Comments (11)
An Adium chat window, where Conall admits to thinking two 13 year old girls are hot

Young Singers Spread Racist Hate

Political (and historical) incorrectness

Posted by Dave on May 06, 2005 at 02:57 AM | Comments (2)

Seeing as the old Minds crew were about to depart, we decided to have a little fun with Photoshop for the AGM. The first attempt was pretty middling, but I managed to hit on an idea and ran with it.

Here we are:

Vish as Hitler, and Stephen as Mussolini
Myself as Roosevelt
Des as Churchill, myself as Roosevelt, and Phil as Stalin

Happy Valentines day

Posted by Dave on February 14, 2005 at 05:14 PM | Comments (5)

It's Valentines day today. I'm sure we'll all soon hear from people complaining about their lack of cards this year. It's really hard to listen to people boast about such “misfortune” when I've never received a single Valentine's day card in my life. In your face, misfortune boasters!

But I don't want your pity. I'm not looking for sympathy. Don't feel sorry for me. Feel sorry for Steve.

Steve, the poor potato

Steve has no legs. Steve has stumpy tentacles instead of arms. Steve cries green tears of sadness. Steve is a potato. Steve has an unsharpened pencil jammed right through his head. Steve never gets picked for games. Steve has no digestive system. Steve is covered in blotches. Steve lives in a plastic bag under the sink.

Poor Steve. Poor, poor Steve.

Aidan Delaney == big nerd

Posted by Dave on February 03, 2005 at 11:51 AM | Comments (5)
Aidan Delaney:
I think the consensus is that the best thing for a child is a stable login home, no matter if the parents are gay or not.
Aidan Delaney:
The only problem is the legal one.
Login home?
Aidan Delaney:
Home even.
You're such a fucking nerd.
Aidan Delaney:
Don't know where login came from.

This could have been worded better

Posted by Dave on January 20, 2005 at 01:00 AM | Comments (0)
Who's late more often - men or women?

I've never heard a man complain about being late, at least not with the same level of concern.


Posted by Dave on November 23, 2004 at 01:54 AM | Comments (4)
Lord. You can imagine where it goes from here.
The Dude
He fixes the cable?

Tshirt ideas

Posted by Dave on November 09, 2004 at 03:00 AM | Comments (1)

I'm running through some tshirt slogans:

  • Do unto others, as you would do unto your testicles (words from Conall, image from my disturbed imagination)
  • I am an absolute stud on the internet
  • I support a womans right to choose a crappy president
  • Come, let us plot against the blind
  • Drop-kicked as a baby
  • I'd kick your ass in Photoshop

Any comments?

What Coops got up to on his holiday

Posted by Dave on November 08, 2004 at 10:01 PM | Comments (3)
The front of the bus is smoking
Flames have engulfed the front of the bus, spewing forth from the front.
Bus engulfed in flames, Coops stands thriumphant

Friendly tip #1

Posted by Dave on October 17, 2004 at 03:45 AM | Comments (0)

Never presume that your opponent in an argument is on the same page, or even the same planet, as you.

For example, it's hard to have an argument about whether or not the universe is infinite with someone who thinks zingers like conciousness is considered a dimention and so is the ability to dream are relevant.

I couldn't make this stuff up. Thankfully, someone else did, saving me the embarrasment of failure.

Not the same page, not the same planet. It's times like these that I'm glad I have a thick forehead... it hurts less when I bang it off my desk.

High Praise

Posted by Dave on August 15, 2004 at 02:59 AM | Comments (1)

Here's my English teacher's comments on my first essay in fifth year. It was a short story, a blatant rip-off of Terry Pratchett's work. It was uninspired and dull, a blatant waste of time with one sham of a storyline. I sure got some wonderful praise for it, though.

David - I fear for my own sanity if you're going to keep this up for the next two years


Look what I did to Google

Posted by Dave on August 09, 2004 at 01:40 AM | Comments (0)

If I was a woman, and my picture came up for a search for the hottest woman on the planet, I know I'd be pretty chuffed. Someone should tell Ms Colan.

I found this post on Penny Arcade by looking at my referrer logs. It's amazing what you find there.

Darn that chicken

Posted by Dave on June 30, 2004 at 01:57 AM | Comments (0)
Shout el pollo diablo esta en mi pantalones y esta embarasando mi cabeza quite loudly.
The devils pole in my pants has embarrased me?
The devil chicken is in my pants and is impregnating my head.

I'm a bad man

Posted by Dave on June 25, 2004 at 02:51 AM | Comments (3)

I was talking to Claire today. Anyone who thinks that I'm a good man will have that illusion shattered by this conversation we had:

I am searching for a poem or a reading on love that we want you to read at the wedding service.
I think you should just go with the herpes one.
Ok. It's a done deal.
Sorted. I was thinking of stuff to put on my own wedding invitations, if and when I get married.
*laughs* FREAK.
No, you'll like this one. There'd be a time table of events, and at the end would be "Sex", followed by "Sex", then "Making love". My granny would have an eppo.
Only if she had epilepsy.
No, this would give her epilepsy. And then the card would flash a light on and off rapidly.
You're bold.
I know.

I'm glad my Granny doesn't know how to use the internet.

I am Bat Boy

Posted by Dave on June 16, 2004 at 12:37 AM | Comments (1)
Me, dressed as a vampire

I thought I'd lighten the tone a bit. Things are getting a bit serious, far too serious for my tastes. It's time to lighten things up a little.

This is a picture of me when I was a kid. It was Hallowe'en (at least, I hope it was Hallowe'en) and I had dressed up like a vampire. I think I made one bad-ass vampire.

What's ironic is that a couple of years later, I was convinced I was a werewolf. Sure, I didn't break out in fur every full moon; but I felt that the hair was just under my skin. I thought that I was some sort of kid werewolf, and that when I grew older the superhuman strength and agility (and bright, shiny, healthy-looking coat) would develop as a matter of course.

In short, I was a pretty crazy kid. Surely you can tell from the photo?

Thankfully, I've gotten over such childish delusions. Now I think I'm Spiderman.

Insert part A into part B

Posted by Dave on May 18, 2004 at 12:57 AM | Comments (0)

It turns out a German couple were having problems conceiving, and it turned out that they weren't having sex. I can't help but think of a previous entry on this topic.

Overheard last night

Posted by Dave on May 10, 2004 at 05:49 PM | Comments (1)

I stayed in Rathmines last night, at my friend Pete's flat. While waiting for Pete outside McDonalds, a group of women walked by me and burst into song, singing:

I don't want anybody else,
And when I think about you I touch myself.

They continued shouting this at random guys as they walked down the street. Thankfully, they seemed drunk; this done sober would freak me out.

Looking back

Posted by Dave on May 04, 2004 at 01:35 PM | Comments (1)

In nine days I turn twenty-two, and with a little luck I'll be moving out of my parent's house a couple of weeks later. In preparation for the big move I've been working my way through all the crap in my room, ruthlessly cutting the wheat (which goes into boxes) from the chaff (which goes into the bin). I've already filled two bags full of loose papers: guitar tabs, printed articles, newspapers and plain crap.

I found a couple of old note books, copy books and pads. Among them, I found a copy book from my third-year of secondary school. It's labelled "Warhammer 40,000". This is not going to be good.

Along with pages after pages of crap about that lame-ass game, including several pages of me talking to myself in written form, there's a couple of lyrics.

When I was 14, I fancied myself as something of a songwriter. I was wrong. Here's one such "song" (capitalisation preserved):

Life goes on,
Where did the magic go;
Faced with a decision,
And I Gotta say no.

Don't want to go,
Don't want to say,
That I don't trust you no more,
Have to live my life my way.

I've gone Bezerk,
I'm called a jerk;
But they're gone to the other side,
They're gone to the dark side.

Excuse me, I think I'm going to be sick.

Smart Telekinesis

Posted by Dave on April 25, 2004 at 02:48 AM | Comments (0)

So Zooley, who draws some seriously cool pictures ( 1, 2, 3 ) is complaining about why telekinetic superheroes use their powers so stupidly.

I think he's asking too much. Have you any idea how hard it is to visualise someone's internal organs? Let's face it, we don't really think about such things. I met my friend Paul today, and the fact that he had a spleen didn't cross my mind.

I'm far too tired to continue with this entry. I'll leave you with some really strange ad copy from Komplett:

Pentium 4 2.8 GHz: Faster than a weasel on rollerblades.

Sorry guys, I'm just a legend

Posted by Dave on April 15, 2004 at 01:39 AM | Comments (0)

In response to the claim that Santa isn't real:

I shot Santa with my 12-gauge. Motherfucker was trying to steal my pies.

I said: "Get yo hands off my pies, bitch".

Then he called me a ho, so I blasted his ass back to the north pole.

On finding out that a someone had made an online questionaire to find out what type of kiss you had:

You have a vomit kiss. Your partner is always trying to dodge the advances of your lips, because quite frankly your breath stinks of puke. Perhaps you should spice things up with some breath mints, or maybe just roll up into the corner and die?

And my personal favourite, how I expressed my legend status to the web audience:

I am a legend

Writing advice

Posted by Dave on March 29, 2004 at 02:49 AM | Comments (0)

For various reasons which I will not go into at the moment because I don't feel like it, I have the urge to provide wholly unsolicited but practical advice to writers. So here it is. Why should you as a writer listen to my advice? No reason except that I published two books last year, will publish two books this year and am likely to publish another couple of books next year, and aside from that I make a whole lot of money doing what I do. On the other hand, I am also famously a cranky blowhard who readily admits to having his head up his ass a lot of the time. So take it or leave it.

Even More Long-Winded (But Practical) Writing Advice, from John Scalzi.

I hate pigeons

Posted by Dave on March 09, 2004 at 10:24 PM | Comments (25)
A group of pigeons on the pavement

You heard me. Those filthy grey feathered flying rats. Half of them have club feet because of pigeon leprosy, and all of them are out to get me.

This probably seems paranoid to you. "O", you laugh, "that pigeons are one nuisance of a pest is no excuse for paranoid delusions!" And you'd be right; that is no cause for suspicion of some sort of pigeon conspiracy. What is a reason is the amount of times that I have been cornered, chased and buzzed by pigeons. Just today one came within inches of my head. And that is nothing to the insult that is having stinking pigeon pooh launched into your face.

I will walk down the street, and several pigeons will converge on my position, walling me in until there is no escape. These are the only creatures I can say I would be happy to burn alive (preferably by shooting one of those flaming arrows into them).

So much do I hate them, that I have taken a cue from McDonalds and made a little jingle. It's called Pigeons, and is in my best skanger accent.

According to Google...

Posted by Dave on February 19, 2004 at 04:27 PM | Comments (1)

According to Google, Dan James is the President of the Internet. This makes me the Hottest woman on the planet. It looks like I'm Ms. Colan's competition for the title.

I can't figure it out. Maybe it's my fine ass, my poorly shaven facial hair or my penis. I don't mind; I've finally received the recognition I obviously deserve.

Nerd Humour

Posted by Dave on February 05, 2004 at 06:29 PM | Comments (0)
Nothing to see here

My DJ spins some old crazy bossa nova 78

Posted by Dave on January 16, 2004 at 01:10 AM | Comments (1)

The doctor starts to give me a little lecture about the importance of performing monthly checks on myself, but it's hard to keep a straight face because my DJ is wearing a surgical mask he found in one of the doctor's drawers and pretending to scratch his records with a tongue depressor. I'm really relieved about not having testicular cancer, and I have to restrain myself from singing along with the words to the sample my DJ drops every twelve measures or so. The doctor gives me a little plastic card to hang in my shower that shows me how to check for lumps. Motherfucker say what, I mouth to the beat. My DJ encourages the doctor to throw his hands up, but the doctor declines.

From "My DJ" by Brian Bieber.

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