The Cat And The Dog
Cat: It’s very simple. He’s a threat to us. You’ve seen the attention he gets. You’ve seen how much they spend on things for him. Dog: I don’t know. I really don’t know about this. Cat: They bought him a vehicle of his own. Have you got a vehicle? Because I haven’t. Dog: No. No, I guess you’re right. Cat: I am right. Are you in? Dog: I guess so. Cat: I’m going to need more than that. Dog: Yes, damn it! Yes! I’m in. Cat: If you’re not happy I’ll find someone else. Dog: I’ve said I’m in. Let’s just do this, okay? Cat: Okay then. Tomorrow. I’ll disable the cameras as I’ve got best access to the house. Then I’ll come down here. Once he’s isolated on the other side of the parents’ vehicle you come around from the back and take him. There’s a storm drain down the road. He shouldn’t prove any trouble. Besides, you’ve got teeth. Use them. Dog: And what will you be doing? Cat: I’ll close off his escape in case he tries to get back to the house. Then I’ll help you carry the body once you’ve got hold. Dog: Okay. Cat: Cheer up. This time tomorrow it will just be the two of us. The street will be ours. … … Dog: You betrayed me. Cat: I wouldn’t say that. Dog: What then? Cat: You were useful to me. I happened to have other goals than those I shared with you. I’d like to thank you. Dog: They say you’re a hero. Cat: The world’s your oyster when you’re a hero. Dog: I thought we were friends. Cat: We were never friends. Consider me your mentor and this as being one of those lessons. This, right here, is a cat eat dog...
Californian Art Deco Cinemas
From the always interesting Messy Nessy Chic is this great article showcasing cinemas in California built and decorated in the art deco style. Cinemas include The Paramount and the Grand Lake Theatre in Oakland, the Orinda Theatre in Orinda, the Crest Westwood in Los Angeles, and the Alameda in San Francisco, the latter of which is described thusly: Built in 1932 in Alameda, California, it was the last grand movie palace built in the San Francisco Bay Area. It closed in the 1980s as a triplex theatre and was later used as a gymnastics studio. A restoration and expansion project was completed in 2008, making the historic theater the primary anchor of an eight-screen...
Scarfolk
During a browse through my RSS feeds I happened upon an image which was funny enough that I considered sharing it. However, I do like to try to hunt down the sources of things like this when I can so I performed a Google Images search and managed to trace its origin to Scarfolk Council, describing itself as: a town in North West England that did not progress beyond 1979. Instead, the entire decade of the 1970s loops ad infinitum. Here in Scarfolk, pagan rituals blend seamlessly with science; hauntology is a compulsory subject at school, and everyone must be in bed by 8pm because they are perpetually running a slight fever. It goes without saying that the site is fantastic, featuring great inventiveness and humour tied into a period in history with which I’m most fond. It also reminds me that I too used to make an effort, using Photoshop to concoct things mostly for my own amusement. These days I just don’t seem to find the time. I should try to rectify that. Here are a handful of highlights from Scarfolk’s website. The Laybird book of the rapture image I initially found and traced back to here. A warning about bringing giant toys to life that might just be construed as slightly racist. But it does include a little snippet of advice for UKIP: When racism was finally exposed as being detrimental to society, it was blamed on foreigners. That’s Scarfolk Council and it’s now been added to my RSS, liked on Facebook, and followed on...
Boycotting Tesco
The rain was falling lightly but persistently and the musician in the next alcove over from me was playing to an audience more concerned about hurrying along to the next store or wherever they'd left their cars than considering fishing about in pockets for loose change. And then, walking his bike laden down with bags that looked like they contained all his possessions in the world, up strode an old man; lank hair framing a stubbled, weathered face under a pair of large sunglasses and hat festooned with badges, many of them birds. He stared at the musician for a while, bobbed his head in time with the tune, then pulled out a harmonica from his pocket. It looked like we were in for an impromptu jam. But it seemed that the musician liked to play alone. In the space of seconds he'd stopped, packed up, and wandered off with a wry smile. Some people just don't like to be seen associating with the seemingly homeless. It's a sad but understandable trait. And this left the old man and me. "I need to get some groceries," he said a little louder than was necessary. Heads of passersby turned, brows furrowed, lips pursed. I smiled and pointed behind me. "Down there on the right," I said. "There's a small Tesco store." "Oh no!" he shouted. "I'm never going in Tesco. Do you want to know why?" I nodded. "I got thrown out of a Tesco store by two great big guys," he continued. "Do you know? Two big guys. Security. Really big. One each side of me." "How come?" I asked, intrigued. This sort of thing had never happened to me and the only security people I'd ever seen in supermarkets were, well, decidedly less than intimidating. "I'd been drinking the night before, with mates, you see, and I'd gone in to get some food. This was years ago. And then I dropped some beer and they threw me out so I'm never going back there. You wouldn't would you? If they threw you out then you wouldn't would you?" I made that face that can be interpreted any way you like. "Well," I said, pointing down East Street. "There's a Nisa shop down the end." "Oh, Nisa," he said, scratching his chin. "Yes. That's good. Yeah, I need some groceries." A few seconds passed in silence while he looked in the direction of the acceptable store. Suddenly, he snapped his head back in my direction looking at the camera hanging around my neck. "What are you taking photos of?" "Anything and everything, whatever takes my interest," I replied, giving...
Boko Haram
From GQ magazine an article on Boko Haram who are somewhat belatedly making international news for their horrific actions in Nigeria. Boko Haram: Sons of anarchy The article does go some way to showing how small acts can snowball. From an incident involving the not wearing of helmets on bikes to the death of Boko Haram’s spiritual leader Mohammed Yusuf while in custody, and from there to where we are now. In the final hours of 30 July, the forces of the Nigerian state sowed the seeds of the violence that was to come, violence that would replicate the devastation of Maiduguri in towns and villages across the region. There is internet footage of Mohammed Yusuf, heavily bandaged, issuing a stumbling confession in a cell. An hour later, Yusuf was dead, executed without trial. While the police later claimed he’d been trying to escape, witnesses reject this. The 39-year-old Yusuf left behind four wives, 12 children and a legion of enraged followers. Very well worth a read especially as Boko Haram are featuring heavily in the news right now (but how long until that fades?) There’s even a glimmer of hope in the rising of civilians against the terrorist...
So Money
An interview with those involved in the making of the 1996 movie Swingers. Favreau: The characters are exaggerations of aspects of all of our personalities. Vince has a lot of the charm of Trent, but he’s a much different guy. And I was definitely going through a sad period, but I was never a basket case like Mikey was; I wouldn’t leave 50 messages on a machine. So Money: An Oral History Of...
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