hurrah, hurrah

courtesy of Quoc, personally I'd prefer me a white shirt, but that can be sorted.

For anyone who doesn't read Quoc's blog, they'd be going for $15 each, though I defs wouldn't be keen on dealing with what the Cottage thinks of them. Also, we could have a go at throwing some of them newer designs onto a tee..

Also Quoc, you ever notice how the Shove It text is a bit off-centre?

with an ice pick raised

In case anyone was wondering, which they weren't, this was the inspiration (for me, at least) for the Pro Patria shirt.

I could be doing work, but..

This blog is becoming my 'chill-time' in between super hardcore study sessions in preparation for the half yearlies.

They're not hardcore, they're actually just very average, both in terms of the time spent and the work I do.

up the hahs

Aw yeah, right next to my fish poster.

i'll keep them still

Elliott Smith - Between the Bars.

The first couple seconds of noise aren't part of the song.

This song has been ruling my life for like two years, even though I don't really know all the lyrics.

wowow

17 seconds!

... what.

Sonnet to a cat,

by John Keats.

Cat! who hast pass'd thy grand cliacteric,

How many mice and rats hast in thy days

Destroy'd? - How many tit bits stolen? Gaze

With those bright languid segments green, and prick

Those velvet ears - but pr'ythee do not stick

Thy latent talons in me - and upraise

Thy gentle mew - and tell me all thy frays

Of fish and mice, and rats and tender chick.

Nay, look not down, nor lick thy dainty wrists -

For all the wheezy asthma, - and for all

Thy tail's tip is nick'd off - and though the fists

Of many a maid have given thee many a mail,

Still is that fur as soft as when the lists

In youth thou enter'dst on glass bottled wall.

If you can't be bothered reading all of that, which you can't, it's actually just a sonnet to a cat. I can't tell if I love this guy or if I hate him.