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How to make a sterile apple mac workstation

SIGNUM cable trunking - £9.99

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VIKA HYTTAN table top (150cmx75cm) - £74.00 

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Maccessity Slimkey stand

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JBL Creature II 2.1 speakers - Aluminium - £69.95

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Dream 05/02/08

Walking around, with a gang of people, in a kind of run down derelict town with all these fucked up city buildings, in the dark. Some home made bombs (made of bread) placed in metal litter bins which we detonate with lighters and explode and shoot upwards like rockets smashing through five floors of glass balconies, before smashing on the floor smoking like spent shotgun cartridges. Exciting. Then running away as the weakened building starts to topple towards us.

I look down at a pipe which gushes rainwater, a black and white kitten gets washed out on its back, it’s alive but scarred. It has a mouse in it’s mouth, the mouse gets free, walks in a circle, the kitten picks it up again and places it by my shoe. A gift. 

I don’t know what to do. I stroke it (the kitten), but I’m unsure whether it will bite, or have rabies. (vagina)

Then, another rival gang, with different bombs, there might be a fight, but then they join us. It’s ok.

We look at an old cottage, barred windows, there’s a light inside (Jacob from Lost’s place?) We want to blow it up, but someone’s inside. I clamber on bars, look through windows and letterbox, there’s someone living inside. I think we should leave it, but the leader really wants to blow it up.

*awake*

I remember being up early in the campsite, skateboarding down to where the pool and the shops were, on a flexy metal skateboard with black wheels. Getting to the covered arcade of shops where the floor was tiled and smooth. Floating along, pausing in front of the custom printed T-shirt shop to read the dirty slogans, black t-shirts with day-glo letters. Later at the pool my mum bought me my first Orangina. It was ok.

Mixtape 11-07

10 tracks which are playing in my itunes at the moment

 Bulldozer - Datarock

“BMX, better than sex” - it’s a winner, plus it’s only short. 

 Dumb it Down - Lupe Fiasco

I don’t listen to much rap music these days, I got kind of fed up with all that gansta/boasting/cars/killing/money, subjects that come up over and over and over again. So when I hear a rap song about a subject which is a bit different, I tend to like it. This song’s a breath of fresh air, and from a guy who’s still so young.

Kids With Guns - Jamie T

I like his voice, I liked the song where he sounded like he was pissed out of of head, slurring and shit. This is a pretty bizarre song, it stops and starts.

The Ladies Bras - Wisbey

Heard it on the Scott Mills show radio one on the way home from somewhere. Dumb.

 I like Birds - Eels 

Nice and mellow, I’ve played this 54 times according to itunes

Street Spirit - Radiohead

My all time favourite song. Sad and beautiful. Even Thom Yorke said “Street Spirit has no resolve. It is the dark tunnel without the light at the end.” So simple, you could learn to play it on the guitar in a day.

 All Things To All Men - Cinematic Orchestra (Feat. Roots Manuva)

Dunno why I stuck this on here. 

King Heroin - James Brown 

“mount the steed, and ride him well For the white horse of heroin will rideyou to Hell To Hell Will ride you to Hell until you are dead” YEAH!!

We Share Our Mothers Health - The Knife

Sounds nice, and I don’t really like female singers. Although ones with accents I prefer.

 Huge Success - Portal Soundtrack

 A great game, hosted by a deranged computer. This song comes on at the end, it’s lovely, it mentions cake.

36 days in a row

On my xbox360 

That’s pretty bad. 

Dream: MATURE FILMS

I’m looking at a picture of Finsbury, a webcam shot, wearing a pink t-shirt holding up his business card that he created (in photoshop yesterday) it reads “MATURE FILMS” white letters on a bright magenta background with a 5 mm white border. It’s his new creative outlet, the title I suppose is ironic. I think nice idea but it’s going to cause problems when you google it. I check out my theory by typing “mature films” and hitting search, sure enough it’s all Grannies XXX stuff. Oh dear.

I walk round the corner and there at the bus stop is a crowd of maybe 30-40 “mature” porn female porn stars - of all the various groups that currently qualify under the MATURE porn niche. There’s 70 year old grannies alongside 30 year old nymphos, some dressed in stockings and basques playboy style, others naked and grim, amateur style. I realise with some amazment that they are the PHYSICAL RESULTS of my google search, Wow what a great new feature I think to myself. I continue to walk, turning into the cul-de-sac I live in.

Hold on… my brain does a double take. I stop in my tracks and run back. The porn crowd is dispersing, they are all going back to their cars, getting on google emblazoned coaches and walking to the train station. I run up to a couple of 35-40 year old hotties, and jump in their mini with them, they say they are going to take me to their flat.

[lucidity]I realise that this could be the most awesome dream ever.[/lucidity]

Back at the lobby for the flat, things have changed. I’m with two of my friends and we are all wearing weird clothes, tracksuit bottoms with pajama tops. I am wearing a ski jacket and nothing else, naked from the waist down I sit on the bench and hope the concierge doesn’t notice me.

We have to sign in to get into the flat though so I have to get up and walk over to the desk. I decide to act really confident, so I actually swagger over there like john wayne, nutsac swinging in the breeze. The concierge is an iraqi interrogator eyes me suspiciously as he asks me some questions. I notice both my friends have put down Teacher as their occupation. He asks me what I do for a living, I mumble “graphic designer”, he asks whether that’s college or university, I mumble “college” and start to sweat, luckily he decides to let us in.

I’m in the flat now, thankfully back with the two chicks, my mates are nowhere to be seen. It’s an awesome designer loft, but it’s really dirty, like it hasn’t been cleaned for a year. One of the chicks says she’s going to do some vacuuming before she starts rolling around on that carpet. I look longingly at the jacuzzi, but it’s no good, she’s got the vacuum cleaner out.

My boner is completely harshed.

I wake up.