Year: 2004
Internet Curios: How Meta Tags are the new flea markets
Surprising what you find in some peoples meta tags ... META NAME="keywords" CONTENT="air, sickness, bag, bags, Barf, poster, gift, sickbag, sickbags, Emesis Bags, Motion Sickness, Puke, Airline Sickbags, Sea Sickness, Seasick, Vomit Bags, Pop Culture, unusual, weird, odd, strange, bizarre, fun, stupid, regurgitation, regurgitate, throw up, aviation, flight, airsick, airsickness, airsicknessbag, airsicknessbags, buy, around, world, idea, museum, exhibit, sick, bored, christmas"> Okay, we'll forget about the christmas reference and move on. The main man and Sickbag Museum Curator, Steven J. Silberberg suggests that sickbags are art, and then goes on to say tell us that "Ironically, 1. I've never been outside of North America and 2. I'm single". Shocker there Stevo! Never one to be deterred though, our Stevo has instead devoted his life to helping other people discover his romance secrets, in his Tiny Book of Romance. Book description from Amazon or Amazon UK Have you ever had any...
Blather’s Express Tours. See Ireland at High Speed!
By our satirist-at-large, Elimare... Welcome to Blather's Express Tours, the quickest way to see the sights! BET is sponsored by the Dublin Fortean Society and provides exclusive tours of dead things. All excursions begin early morning and last throughout the day, and are so packed full of fun that you will wonder how they fit it all in. Our guides are professionally trained and you will marvel at their driving skills as you barrel through the countryside Italian Job style. Take a trip with Blather's Express Tours today and see what you've been missing out on! Sample Itinerary: Morning: Over 5000 years old, built by God knows whom and for an unknown purpose, Newgrange is Co. Meath's finest achievement. The lights only come on once (maybe twice) a year, and you won't be lucky enough to be there on the day, so will have to make do with standing in...
Cottage on the Rooftops
Some clever sod has erected a rural cottage atop a building directly opposite that Bastion of Capitalism in Dublin, the Irish Financial Services Centre. Have to say it makes me smile I every time I cross the Liffey. Article and pics here Hyperbole here. ?Fabricating the cottage with only three sides is significant. It pushes the work away from being read as architecture and moves it closer to being sculpture and clearly artifice dealing with notions of land use, building style and lifestyle.? Show Home is a work that will cause animated debate on the subject of art in the landscape of our towns and cities ? and cause us to seriously examine whether the rural idyll is ultimately an urban illusion.
Roy Keane and Mick McCarthy to fight to the death On-Line
"Many experts in the area of conflict studies expect the economy to collapse, the land to be laid waste and for the entire population to descend into cannibalism with 48 hours..." Grudge Today, Sunderland FC failed to qualify for the F.A. Cup Final delaying the much anticipated meeting of Roy Keane and his former international manager, Mick McCarthy. It was widely expected that Mick and Roy would avail of this opportunity to see each other at the final and beat each other to death with football boots in the stadium tunnel. Now, it appears, this just won't happen. Chianti and Liver all-round The two men have not faced each other since both men went foaming-at-the-mouth mad during the World Cup and threatened to plunge Ireland into a vicious Civil War, resulting in brother turning on brother, sister on sister and Dog on Cat. If such an event were to re-occur,...
The Victorian Internet
It starts off in 1746 with some chap in Paris electrocuting 200 monks to prove a point and goes on to tell how the internet is really just the telegraph all over again. Yep, complete with dodgy business deals involving broadband links across the Atlantic, flirting across the telegraph lines like modern day chatrooms, and huge business failures like our good old big dot bombs as everybody put their money on this new fangled technology. The book is The Victorian Internet: The Remarkable Story of the Telegraph and the Nineteenth Century's Online Pioneers There's a good little synopsis of it here From amazon.com » From amazon.com »
Blather.net under new ownership
Dave Walsh decides its time to move on... Well folks, this is it, the final curtain. After 7 years at the helm of blather.net, it's time to call it a day. Earlier this week, I was approached by a Dublin-based marketing firm. After lengthy negotiations, I decided that it was high time that I made some money out of this carry-on, and buy the farm I've always dreamed about. Note: Any claims that the takeover was hostile are spurious and without foundation. I'm sure the new owners will provide as much entertainment as I have tried to... Be seein' ya! (April 2nd: And yes... this was an April Fools joke...)
Aleister Crowley: The Musical
The latest musical revue from the Blather Productions stable... Blather Productions is proud to publish material from our latest show, Aleister Crowley - The Musical, an authentic 'Smash Hit' in the West End. This glorius occult revue features original music by the notorious Ragged Rag-Time Girls, and libretto by the award-winning socialite, Barry Lloyd-Kavanagh. And here now - in amazing technicolour, we give you snippets from some of these fantastic musical numbers: THE EARLY YEARS SONG ALEISTER: I was booorn in Leamington Spaaa You don't know how luck you aaare! I was booorn in 1875 It's a wonder how I surviiived: My family were Christian fanaaatics And my mother thought I was sataaanic! FAERIES: What happened then? ALEISTER: I went to Cambridge! FAERIES: Purpose? ALEISTER: Cultivate my genius! FAERIES: Achieved? ALEISTER: I published my own poems, And plaaayed an awful lot of chessssss! THE HOUSE PURCHASE SONG ALEISTER: I'm a...
Gulf War 2: Daddy’s crusade
Blather productions is proud to announce the DVD release of last years' smash box office hit, Gulf War 2: Daddy's crusade... The DVD will feature a full digital print of the original cinema release. In addition, the release sees a host of extras, including: Directors commentary by Donald Rumsfeld Actors commentary by Tony Blair, Jose Maria Aznar, Jacques Chirac, Saddam Hussein and the Iraqi Information Minister 45 minutes of deleted scenes including the infamous 'legless, armless Iraqi child in a pool of his own blood scene', the 'bombing of a packed hospital' scene and the full, uncut 25 minute sequence of Halliburton executives signing contracts in blood whilst snorting cocaine off the upturned arses of virginal Iraqi girls. The additional scenes have been reworked into the original cut to provide viewers with the full-on, dazzling spectacle of Shock and Awe as the most powerful nation on earth bombs defenceless civilians...
The 3rd World war: this time it’s ‘cos we can’t spell
It's the end of the world. No seriously, it is. From here on in, we will be positively reveling in the gobsmacking misery of the news and in true tortured leftie pretentiousness will be recording each new catastrophic fuck up in the laughably titled 'War on Terror' as it edges us closer and ever closer to our post-nuclear, dystopian, corporate controlled, hellish wasteland of a future. And another fucking thing: if you're gonna be so fucking stupid as to declare a war on a noun, then pick the right fucking one. It's called Terrorism. That's terrorISM. D'ya see? With an ISM on the end you dyslexic fucks. I mean what were you going to do? Round up all the scary movie directors as potential mass murderers? Should Wes Craven be expecting to have his door kicked in and have his sorry hack ass dragged off to Guantanamo fucking bay? I...
7 insane days… (In Valencia, Spain)
The following are, in no particular order of importance, some of the things I have seen over the last seven days or so in Spain: One Tuesday: Whilst coming out the front door of my apartment I was greeted with the site of a large lump of shit on the ground, with a very large firework sitting in it, the fuse hissing towards the explosives. I ran. The shit, quite literally, was flying. Two Friday: An estimated 1.2 million people cram the city centre, silently moving in droves upon droves. Hands painted white. Black ribbons on shirts. Banners calling Aznar, Bush and Blair, liars, murderers and war criminals. When you consider that the city has a population of less than 1 million people... Three Saturday: A crowd of 8000 angry Spaniards stand outside the PP office (the office of the Popular Party) screaming at the top of their voices, demanding...