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Feb 09 2010 ∞

stevewhitaker asked: Name your "desert island movies:" ten films you'd want to have on a desert island, if you were stuck there for the rest of your life. (No BS about not being able to watch them, etc. It's just a question, dammit.)

  1. Brazil
  2. Brazil
  3. Bra…what?
  4. Oh, ten different movies.
  5. OK, number 1 is Brazil.
  6. 2 is wait, I effed up the numbering.
  7. Trumang.
  8. Sorry!

OK, in no particular order except number 1:

  1. Brazil
  2. Jaws
  3. Local Hero
  4. Spartacus
  5. Breakfast at Tiffany’s
  6. City of God
  7. Seven Samurai
  8. Once Upon A Time In The West
  9. Annie Hall
  10. Shaun of the Dead
  11. The Third Ma…WHAT? THIS IS SO UNFAIR I NEED MORE!
  12. Rio Brav…MUM HE’S TAKEN AWAY MY OTHER MOVIES!

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Birds by Takeo Takei, 1974 More.

Birds by Takeo Takei, 1974

More.

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Limerick for Justine

hurtling:

blanddiva11:

A cockburgling lassie named Sniffy

Wrote Advice for Strays just so spiffy.

A lovely mind and face

She wrote with such grace

That we know they’ll sell out in a jiffy.

(It’s dumb but heartfelt. Could someone reblog because I don’t think Justine follows my Tumblr.)

Reblogged by request, and also for awesome.

Oh, bless yer heart. It’s not dumb, it’s adorable.

And I’ve always loved being called a “lassie”. Er, not the dog, mind you..

Thank you!

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Feb 08 2010 ∞

Palmistry

I can’t participate in the writing-on-my-palm meme thing because I can’t find a pen.

Sorry, I meant hands. I can’t find my hands.

I’m typing this with my nose.

What?

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Feb 07 2010 ∞
This pub is full of legs.

This pub is full of legs.

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Feb 05 2010 ∞
Dear Brighton traffic. Kindly fuck off. I have a pint of Guinness waiting and a pub to be sozzled in. Also, I’m sitting on the top deck of a double-decker bus, which means I can squish you if you get in my way. You have been warned. Yours, S Jenkins.

Dear Brighton traffic.

Kindly fuck off. I have a pint of Guinness waiting and a pub to be sozzled in. Also, I’m sitting on the top deck of a double-decker bus, which means I can squish you if you get in my way.

You have been warned.

Yours, S Jenkins.

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A life spelled out in moss.

A life spelled out in moss.

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A different lunchtime walk. Falmer village graveyard, sky.

A different lunchtime walk.

Falmer village graveyard, sky.

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Spidermen at the mini circus, Mexico by Peter Howard My friend Peter Howard - Pedro we call him - is a writer and photographer I met in Mexico when I was there in 1997-1998. His photos capture the pure, vibrant colour of that wonderful, infuriating, gorgeous country that I love so much. Much more at his Flickr.

Spidermen at the mini circus, Mexico by Peter Howard

My friend Peter Howard - Pedro we call him - is a writer and photographer I met in Mexico when I was there in 1997-1998. His photos capture the pure, vibrant colour of that wonderful, infuriating, gorgeous country that I love so much.

Much more at his Flickr.

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“

“Don’t be afraid,” the waiter said, and he talked to the kookaburra in a soothing, respectful voice, the way you might to a child with a switchblade in his hand. For that’s what this thing’s beak was—a serious weapon. I held a strip of raw duck, and after yanking it from my fingers the bird flew back to the railing. Then he took the meat and began slamming it against his wooden platform. Whap, whap, whap. Over and over, as if he were tenderizing it.

“This is what he’d do in the wild with snakes and lizards and such,” the waiter said. “He thinks it’s still alive, see. He thinks he’s killing it.”
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David Sedaris on the kookaburra : The New Yorker

A friend just reminded me of this beautiful meandering piece by David Sedaris. It’s well worth re-reading.

(via indefensible)

Sedaris = ARB.

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