DIY

Commenting on the last post, annA hints at this pretty cool viral-style commercial from Quiksilver--in lack of waves, go DIY!

I wasn't able to figure out whether this thing is actually a viral authorized by Quiksilver or just a video with the Quiksilver logo added at the end--but since this is the essence of viral marketing, who gives a damn? It's a neat film, in any case.

Surf's Up!

Another quiet couple of weeks have gone by, and there's a good reason for it: I had to go surfing! (And not on the Internet, either, but the real waveriding deal!) Traveling conditions were just too good to say no, so I went to the Cote d'Argent with a couple of friends. Surfing gets better--have a look:

Also, while visiting Bordeaux (btw--a really cool city!) I happened along this graffiti late one night:

If it wasn't Banksy himself, it sure looks like one of his.
And finally, this vacation marked my first experience losing a tire while driving at roughly 80 km/h. Looks a little something like this:

Everyone came out unscathed and we were all richer for the experience, so that's that.
Anyway, hope y'all are still out there. I'll catch up and keep the posts coming.
Aloha.

Conditions: Cloudy

Here's one for the bloggers:
I just installed a cloud to show off my tags (see 'File Cabinet' in the sidebar). If you want to add this nifty Web 2.0 feature to your blog, check out this site. It'll walk you through the necessary steps.

Cockstuffing

Ok, now I just read this in this week's issue of Der Spiegel. The topic is doping in the exhilarating world of bicycle racing, kids, and it's gonna get messy, so buckle up. Ready? Ok, here we go:
Apart from the whole thing about getting drunk, shooting smack, popping amphetamines and 'roids, getting transfusions of your own enhanced blood and all that good shit, this really freaked me out. Apparently, what those morons are doing right before a doping test is administered is to take a long needle, put some xylocaine on it and STICK IT UP THEIR DICK!
Why, you ask? Well, allow me to elaborate: to drain the bladder (because this is how far they ram this thing down their peehole!) of urine, swish it out with salt water and then--wait for it--they fill in clean urine. But here comes the whopper: it's not their own drugfree piss they insert BUT THEIR MANAGER'S!
Fucking hell! How desperately do you have to want to win to do this, like, after every race?! Not that I have been a big fan of this sport to begin with, but with this little nugget of information, I'm gonna switch channels the second I see a bike on TV.

Eat This!

A post in Mr. Warren Ellis's blog (who wrote such graphic novels as Planetary or the unbeatable Transmetropolitan [btw, go ahead and download issue #1 now! It's so worth it!] hints at this site.
Holy cow! What is this world coming to?!

No Time for Love, Dr. Jones!

My, it's been awfully quiet round here, hasn't it? (Again, I might add!)
Why, you ask? Well, actually work on the dreaded thesis has been going surprisingly well these last days, so looking for interesting blogging content has been slow. We're up to 28 pages (and counting) and not all of it is complete drivel! Huzzah!
But, taking a short break now, I have to put some oddities out there. So here we go.