I’m not that into cars. Hey, I’m on my second Nissan Primera. But no-one with a passing interest in the really fucking wicked couldn’t not fall in lust with the Holden GTR-X concept. Behold.
Author: Richard Irvine
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My garden is going to kick your garden’s arse
So this year, I’m growing Tomatoes for the first time ever.
My garden consists of six Tomato plants (Tommy Toe and Dynamo), one bucket of Potatoes, and a big-arse Rosemary plant so far. They were my first ever father’s day gifts (awww!).
I really want to get a big-arse Basil plant and a big-arse Coriander going too. I’m thinking of trying beans. I may have to get a watering system going for when we’re @ the beach.
Everything seems to be thriving so far, they’re out on the back porch, getting loads of afternoon sun.
Click the pic to make big.
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Heavy going
David Foster Wallace killed himself at the weekend.
I should really attempt Infinite Jest again – I stalled at about the 600 page mark. It’s probably not one for the bus, in fairness. Dave Eggers reckons it takes a solid month.
Two links – Roger Federer as religious experience. And one from The Onion.
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Web search
From B3ta:
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Sick. But I like it.
Here’s the paragraph that made me snort on the bus today:
I noticed a stuffed spaniel poised by the fireplace with a yellowed newspaper rolled into its mouth. Madeleine said ‘That’s Balto. The paper is the LA Times for August 1, 1926. That’s the day Daddy learned he’d made his first million. Balto was our pet then. Daddy’s accountant called up and said ‘Emmett, you’re a millioniare!’ Daddy was cleaning his pistols, and Balto came in with the paper. Daddy wanted to consecrate the moment, so he shot him. If you look closely, you can see the bullet hole in his chest. Hold your breath lovey. Here’s the family.
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Me-ssa load letter
Check out Fark.com’s best photoshop contest for a while – Star Wars characters in other movies. Probably not dial-up friendly.
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Brains are go
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