Feel Inside (and stuff like that)

It was made for Red Nose Day and it's been online for over a year but I only discovered it the other week. Be warned, it's a bit of an ear worm...

It's a twisted little miracle!

Gaze, fair reader, upon the face of my latest creation. This marks the dawn of a new age in my life as an artist (and a ticking off of one of the items on my '1001 in 101' list!). Take a look, check back often, and leave lots of comments so I know what you're thinking!

http://quarterpagecomics.blogspot.com/

Ooooohhh, Sha ma wa wa!

I don't know what what this is, but it's too awesome not to share!

Twins Talking

I can't embed it, but it's still worth watching. I don't know what the discourse is like in Canada (or even the UK for that matter. I guess I should listen to something other than TodayFM) and I also hadn't seen the original video. So this made me smile.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GEXFMm1JNk4

I dare you not to smile!

My Blackberry's not working!

This is hilarious! For those of you unfamiliar with the Two Ronnies, you owe it to yourselves to look them up. This is the remaining Ronnie up to his old tricks.

A little list of laughter

I know a post composted entirely of pictures I think are funny isn't everyone's cup of tea, but it is mine, so I take it with milk and no sugar.

I look good!

Go to faceinhole.com and have a browse around. Although I doubt you'll find anything quite as disturbing as this one!

Truer words were never spoken!

`Every Time You Shave, A Moustache Dies` by Dead Cat Bounce.

I think it pretty much speaks for itself!

Now that you`ve heard their argument, go out and grow a moustache!

H-U-W-A-K-K

This was sent to me today by a college at work. I have no idea what it is but I love it!

What in the world...

I don't really know what to say about this. Please watch it and leave your thoughts as comments.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8hYtUYiuzkw

Actually, perhaps it's best that some of you (you'll know who you are) do NOT leave their thoughts as comments. After this video, I'm not sure how much more I can take!

My new Facebook App.

I made a sweet ass application! You should log into facebook and then follow this link and take it. Then you should come back here and leave me a comment to let me know how it all turned out!

It's a very insightfull quiz regarding your soul's archetype. That's right, souls have archetypes! And this quiz will clarify for you which is yours!

Dıabolıcal!

It's the theme song.

Put this in your I-Pod, I dare you!

Looking back

I was looking for something on my blog the other day, and I realized that I used to put all sorts of cool stuff on here that I don´t tend to do anymore. I was able to go back and do quizzes that I had forgotten about, look through random websites, hear songs, and more or less remember all the time I´ve wasted online.

And, seeing as I was just introduced to this mess, I thought I´d share it with all of you as well . . .
I hope you all enjoyed that as much as I did. How creeped out were you though?

You mean it rains here too?

I did it! I managed to escape the grips of Ireland and have made my way over to Wales! I found a way to make the crossing quite cheaply, but didn't find it until I didn't have enough time to qualify for the savings, so I just bought a ticket on the ferry and Rory (the guy who's couch I was surfing on) drove me to the dock so I could catch it.

Once in Wales I started talking to an Irishman who's been living in England for a while, and he bought my train ticket for me, and a cup of tea. Obviously I declined the offer at first, but he was persistent, and really, I wanted to accept. So, after the required 'Oh no's and 'I can't accept's I did just that.

I'm in Bangor now, and have been here a couple of days. My first full day was spent lost in the fields and forests of Wales trying to find a campsite which doesn't exist. I followed the directions of the folks at the Hostel and ended up in the arse end of nowhere. While there I took in some fantastic scenery, walked through some beautiful countryside, and got thoroughly lost. After a while the trail I was following seemed to stop, and I found myself walking through fields of sheep, cow shit, and mucky water. At one point I had to climb through about 20 meters of forest, during which time I managed to find no less than 5 sheep's skulls and find myself at one point standing on the spinal cord of a sheep, with my feet both between it's ribcage. I think once a sheep goes missing here, they just forget about it.

Anyway, after about 5 hours of random walking, Gruffudd (Can't pronounce it so I call him Griff, he's my Welsh contact) picked me up and took me into Snowdonia national park where I stayed at a hostel and enjoyed an included buffet breakfast which allowed me to pack an inexpensive lunch.

Since then I've attended a lunch with a group of Welsh speakers at the University of Bangor, and been given the run around while trying to convert some traveller's checks into cash.
Despite the rain, I'm going to camp tonight, and at some point I think I'll actually tell the campsite about my plans. No rush though, I've still got 48 minutes left on the Internet at the library!

My last 5 minutes.

It's funny, how sometimes things happen all at once. This is what just happened to me. . .

I came home from getting some groceries and calling my Mom to wish her a happy birthday and I thought to myself 'now what?' That thought was followed by a moment of absolute boredom during which time I decided I would do the dishes. I removed my shirt so as not to soil or dampen it while the dishes were being done. While I did this I discovered that I needed to have a shower. No big deal, I'd do it after the dishes.

So I started to wash the cups. I got about 5 cups in when one broke and I slice my right little finger open. This was particularly shitty because I was bleeding all over the place and there were no paper towels to be found. The level of shittyness rose even higher because, as you recall, I'm in someone else's house at the moment, and don't really want to be bloodying up the place while they're away on vacation. Eventually I managed to migrate to the bathroom leaving behind me no little red trail. While in the bathroom I found some gauze and managed to tape up my finger. Thank God, crisis averted.

Then I stepped out of the bathroom and missed the first step. I didn't fall though, thanks to the fact that I was able to stabilize myself quickly with my right big toe, which was then torn open. I managed to hobble back into the bathroom and gauzed that one up too. At this point I'm sitting at home, with a finger that I can't wash dishes with for a while, and a toe that will make it horribly painful to shower. Compoud this with the fact that I have plans to hang out with some people I just met the other day, and I need to text them and have no credit on my mobile. I also don't remember their names particualrly well, and I smell like BO.

And now (yes, actually just now) I noticed that my finger is bandaged too tightly and has turned purple.

Strangely though, I find the whole thing kind of funny!

Unrelated events call for unrelated images.

Last night Martin (the German who's now leaving my in charge of his flat in Dublin while he goes on vacation to Albania) and I went to see a free outdoor screening of the movie Totsti about South African thugs. It was fantastic, if you ever get the opportunity, watch it. If you never get the opportunity, get off your ass and make it happen, it's a good film.

Immediately following that I walked into the street and some Spanish woman looked at me and said 'red'. I responded with 'Huh? . . . Wha . . ? Are you talking to me?' Then things went more or less like this . . .

Spanish Woman: You have red hair.
Confused Grayson: Yes, that's right, I do.
Spanish Woman: I want to have a baby with red hair.

At this point she puts her arm around mine and starts walking beside me in the direction of the closest pub. Within the next few steps she starts telling me about Spain and asks me if I know it well. I confessed that I didn't know Spain very well at all, and also that I was Canadian. Upon hearing that I wasn't Irish, she unlinked our arms and the whirlwind romance was over. Martin and I continued on to a different pub, and the Spanish folk (although they did still invite us to join them) continued in the direction they were originally heading.

Ode to a moustache.

I love bees.