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sat, nov 7 - cat with extra brains cartoon gallery - 5 random cartoons

         

Must prevent swine flu...

Schoenberg played by cats

One of the latest works from digital artist Cory Arcangel, Drei Klavierstucke, Op.11 is a compilation of fragments from YouTube videos that captures a variety of cats walking on piano keys, each producing a note. Together, they recreate a dynamic piece of modernist music.

That Look...

dream, Thu 5/11/09

What a convoluted dream.

I was back at uni at one of my old jobs, working for the catering department. For some reason, my longest high school crush was there. We were given a special uniform to wear, and shoes were cut into shape for us - made of moulded plastic and extremely uncomfortable to wear. My father told me to go to his Japanese colleagues food booth and make sure I ordered something to eat from there. I said that was fine, I like Japanese food.

My high school crush Steven, and my other high school classmate Louise were next to me. Louise became annoyed that we left her momentarily, but it wasn't really our fault.

After catering duties, we were made to sit in various places for some sort of theatrical production. We were supposed to be very quiet but my friend mattJames came up to me and started to squirt me with a really large water pistol. He made a point of calling his (fictional) sister Jessica to tell her he got me 'good'.

Steven and I were alone and he kept asking me why I wouldn't kiss him. I told him he missed his chance and I had a crush on him for ages but he didn't seem interested, and I'd started seeing someone, finally. He told me he was now in love with me. I didn't believe him. Then all of a sudden, we got mistaken for people in the play/theatrical event and had to pretend to be Jews. We got told our tattoos were on incorrectly. I pointed at my skin colour but they didn't seem to care that I wasn't white.

We were dressed in black and pretending to be dead.

Steven offered to take me home after work. I rescued two flea-ridden kittens and put them in my car momentarily. He convinced me to walk a little with him. I began to bawl as I said that the kittens would have been killed in the heat. He held me and told me it would be okay, and to give him my car key so he could clean the mess for me. I couldn't stop crying.

He then made me catch a bus. The bus driver made me stop because he said I looked like Dannii Minogue with the sunglasses I was wearing. I was shocked and again, said I was a little dark.

He abandoned me on that bus. He'd bought me a ticket but didn't get on with me. I looked back at him, feeling bereft.

I got off as soon as I could and jogged down a real street in my neighbourhood. I bought a paper off a gentleman in a shop to clean the kitten's dead bodies. I made it to a service station and was grazed from coming off the bus awkwardly. I smashed my hip into something and bruises started forming everywhere on me.

I began to jog home. My old schoolfriends Damien and someone else I couldn't fully recognise were coming to meet me. Damien had a meat cleaver in one hand. They bludgeoned me to death for hurting Steven, even though he lied.

I was already dead but for some reason, grasping at the blood-soaked earth at my hands. A Jamaican man appeared in front of me to tell me I was dead, and he came and took me to his house with his lovely blind grandmother and then they both looked after me.

Stop murdering the enviroment with your gas guzzling dog

via good.is

I thought the above image was an interesting exercise in perspective. You hear environmentalists ranting about gas guzzling SUVs and lobbying for higher emission and gas mileage standards, but you don't see them going around murdering dogs left and right. Well, at least not yet.

However, I'm not sure I completely agree with the methodology used here. 10,000 kilometers is a little over 6,200 miles. That's not exactly average use, at least not here in the United States. But even if you double the annual driving distance, the carbon footprint is still less than that of a medium-sized dog.

I think the one thing we can be sure of is this: We are on the eve of an epic battle between PETA and Greenpeace. It will be bloody. There will be many casualties. And when the dust settles after the storm, there will be a lot less smelly people getting up in your face trying to get you to sign something when you walk out of Whole Foods.

This study also proves the superiority of cats. This has been known by most digital natives for some time though. Lolcats over Faildogs any day of the week. Twice on Caturday.

Photo: You're Doing It Wrong

dream, Mon 2/11/09

A rare, gorgeous dream.

Bit of background: my partner has a beautiful old and rather large ginger cat. He's not often allowed indoors because him and the other resident cat don't get along. However, given my fondness for the ginger cat, we've taken to sneaking him in partner's bedroom and he happily sits with us on the bed.

My dream for this morning was I'd wake up and feel something on my legs. I thought it was just excess of blanket or quilt, but I'd see a furry outline. It was Garbage, the said ginger cat. It felt like he was guarding me and I'd just fall asleep and wake up again as I felt him shift himself, still lying on me as I slept next to my partner, in his room.

friday, oct 30 - a new cat with extra brains cartoon - more than meets the eye

Must Have Buttons: The Longcat Set

That's right! Fucking Longcat buttons. After a tipoff from neconeconeco, I hit up Meredith Dillman's Etsy Page. I was immediately shocked and disappointed that my Longcat Buttons had already been sold out, but to my pleasure, a fresh batch had been posted!

Tacgnol's there too.

Yes! I ordered both Longcat AND Tacgnol sets of buttons. It just doesn't get any more win than this.