Don't Have A Cow, Man

So the California Milk Processor Board (stick with me here) has commissioned a beautifully rendered Flash game called Get The Glass to continue their work in raising awareness of the wonders of cow juice.

Now I know they take their job very seriously ("Got Milk?" is generally agreed as one of the most recognisable ad campaigns of the last ten years) but someone had some serious budget to blow here, it is just stunning.

3D 'Pixar-esque' graphics, Monopoly-style board & (un)lucky cards and a family of loveable milk-drinking characters for you to guide to the ultimate goal (a big tall glass of the white stuff, obviously):

(requires Flash, as if you hadn't guessed, and a spare half-hour or so...)

Ten Thousand Spoons?

Following on from a recent lengthy and vociferous debate on IRC as to the merits or otherwise of the genre-challenging post-modern Ibsen-esque "My Humps" by the Black Eyed Peas, I notice that none other than Alanis "no, that would just be a bit coincidental" Morrisette has done a cover version, complete with parody video:



Milky, milky cocoa indeed...

UPDATE: I actually beat b3ta to this one, for once...

Overheard #7

You guessed it, here's another random phrase which has obliquely caught my attention of late.

Number #7:

"Now you know how I feel about potatoes..."

Cometh The Hour

You (my lonely single reader) may have noticed that I have been slacking off the blogging a bit of late. This is partly to do with suddenly being overcome with the urge to buy a four-bedroom house on Blythe Hill (more of which later) but also has a lot to do with the annual onset of Ye Olde Britishe Summer Tyme.

One moment I am getting up with the first song of the lark and happily ambling to work with the sun rising beautifully in a red & orange panorama behind Tower Bridge then, at the whim of some (plainly drunk) politicians in 1916, I am once again stumbling to work in the middle of the night.

There seems to be a whole load of BST-justifying blather referencing (a) farmers, (b) the Scottish and (c) Scottish farmers but frankly the sooner we get with Central European Time, the better. Or I could move to Belgium*.

I was also wondering - if you were born in the winter, then lost an hour the next March, then lived your life in the usual way but sadly died before you had the chance to gain it back again, would you be due an hour back in some way? Denial-of-allocated-time-on-earth class action anyone? I shall have another large glass of very good Argentinian Malbec and work on that theory...

* obviously this is not an option

Topgun Simmons

So I discovered the Kissing Suzy Kolber blog when it lost Best Sports Blog to Arseblog in the 2007 Bloggies awards*. Anyway, they're pretty funny, for merkins, so I bookmarked it. And now, their excellent, if somewhat near-the-knuckle, predictions for:

100 Future NFL Player Names

Particular highlights for me? Wutang Clanton, Scooter Cooter and Megatron Vampira (presumably a cross-dressing hard-running bomb-throwing base-stealing-oh-no-that's-the-other-ball-game quarterback). Pick your favourite.

* hmm, rather a lot of 'blog' in that sentence, I fear...

It's A Moo Point

(from Inkling Magazine, via kottke)

An Intelligent Designer on the Cow

"Today, I feel like doing a plant – no, an animal. Yes, today, I am going to make an animal. And it will be a masterpiece. I shall call it the.... No wait! Maybe I should think of the name later. Yes, you should always name your pieces after you have completed them. Better that way. .."

Overheard #6

As if by magic, a nugget from the phrases which have randomly caught my attention of late.

Number #6:

"I wonder whether his arm has finished loading yet?"

Hard Toffee

It would appear that Arsene Wenger doesn't read my blog.

Arse Out - Thursday, 8 March 2007

"Notice a pattern? We are all too often outplaying the opposition for huge swathes of the match, without actually putting the ball in the net, then getting hit on the break with ~5 minutes to go and not having enough time to respond."

Everton 1-0 Arsenal - Sunday, 18 March 2007

"Andrew Johnson's stoppage-time goal maintained Everton's European push. Johnson had worked hard throughout the game without really having a chance to speak of before he crashed a shot past Jens Lehmann following a corner [in the 91st minute]."

@#%$£$%$£$rgh!!!

Still, at least Liverpool drew with Villa so we are still in 3rd place (with a game in hand). Actually, I've just noticed that Everton have moved above Spurs in the race for UEFA Cup places, so I suppose it's not all bad :)

Sunday Bl**dy Sunday

So this afternoon we have Everton v Arsenal, England v Canada and the Australian Grand Prix. I'm going to need another telly...

Come on the Gooners/Three Lions/Red Bull Racing*

* delete as applicable

Yeah We Love You RB

I have recently discovered the wonderful Blackwood 's Vintage Dry Gin, available (exclusively?) at Oddbins which describes it thus:

"Blackwood's flavour is fresh, with delicate citrus and herbal notes. Meadowsweet and Sea Pink add a floral undertone to the earthier elements of juniper and angelica root and bring a subtle sea-green colour to this exceptional gin."

And it really does taste fantastically like the sea (no, not in a fishy way, what do you think I am, mad?)

Anyway, whilst enjoying a small libation of the aforementioned botanical spirit (with a splash of Fever-Tree Tonic Water) I was reminded of that other famous Blackwood - Richard!

Far from only being famous for examining his poo on television, being a third-rate Will Smith and declaring himself bankrupt, he is also the cousin of Junior who had a hit with 'Mama Used To Say' in 1982. And here is the promo video which obviously then went on to inspire the 1988 fantasy horror film, Paperhouse [Are you sure? - Movie Ed.]. Enjoy...