Sunday, 14th of October, 2007
00:03: Ye Fine Olde Arte of Presentuary Packery
For Spid's birthday, we decided he needed a new iPod, because his old one was more or less literally falling apart. A geographically diverse bunch of us conspired to buy him a present-generation version of this miracle of enginerereering. It fell to yours truly to wrap the gift, and I was asked to document the process for those who couldn't attend the celebration.
This is my story. [cue dramatic music]
The iPod, of course, came packaged in its neat, compact box. Very slick. Very Apple. The rabid branding gnomes had marked it on all sides save the bottom. Cheeky little bastards. We'll show them!
Beside the fancy, bit-generation walkman, the package was to include some lovely, dark chocolate bars.
Gift wrapping is usually boring, and I have a tendency to go out of my way to do something more than just clothe the present in dreary, waxed paper. The packaging should mislead and build up for the best surprise effect. For this occasion, I got a compact disc storage box at a local store. It was a bit more expensive than I'd planned, but Art requires Sacrifice! Besides, it's definitely Poh-licketilly Correct to use wrapping that's actually a gift in itself! Less Waste, More Love! Shave the Earth! Share and Enjoy! Er...
Of course, the iPod box fit rather awkwardly into the CD storage box, but that was part of the idea. Yes! I am such a geniously wittish creature! I should rule the world, really. Worship me!
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Cat. Not included.
Now, for the packing material!
Now we're making progress. Note the surreptitious placement of the card. We don't want to give the message away at first glance!
The card. (No, I don't speak German. It's a silly language. Yer.)
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Cat, unimpressed. Still not included.
Chocolate-covered iPod! Yum!
(The order of the chocolate stack was actually important, because some of the bars would be recognised as coming from the U.S. - giving away part of the surprise. Since I knew he was going to be tired at the celebration, I was hoping he'd be less alerted if I mixed in some obviously local-bought varieties.)
Shut the lid, add ribbon and voilá! Yer sneakarly wrappaged iPod and chocolates present-gift-offering, deluxe - hold the feline. Please!
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Oh, come on!
addendum: I managed to forget Inz on the card. Sorry, man. I've told Spid about it, so he knows you were in on the present. Typical of my lousy memory and tired mind.
This is my story. [cue dramatic music]
The iPod, of course, came packaged in its neat, compact box. Very slick. Very Apple. The rabid branding gnomes had marked it on all sides save the bottom. Cheeky little bastards. We'll show them!
Beside the fancy, bit-generation walkman, the package was to include some lovely, dark chocolate bars.
Gift wrapping is usually boring, and I have a tendency to go out of my way to do something more than just clothe the present in dreary, waxed paper. The packaging should mislead and build up for the best surprise effect. For this occasion, I got a compact disc storage box at a local store. It was a bit more expensive than I'd planned, but Art requires Sacrifice! Besides, it's definitely Poh-licketilly Correct to use wrapping that's actually a gift in itself! Less Waste, More Love! Shave the Earth! Share and Enjoy! Er...
Of course, the iPod box fit rather awkwardly into the CD storage box, but that was part of the idea. Yes! I am such a geniously wittish creature! I should rule the world, really. Worship me!
Cat. Not included.
Now, for the packing material!
Now we're making progress. Note the surreptitious placement of the card. We don't want to give the message away at first glance!
The card. (No, I don't speak German. It's a silly language. Yer.)
Cat, unimpressed. Still not included.
Chocolate-covered iPod! Yum!
(The order of the chocolate stack was actually important, because some of the bars would be recognised as coming from the U.S. - giving away part of the surprise. Since I knew he was going to be tired at the celebration, I was hoping he'd be less alerted if I mixed in some obviously local-bought varieties.)
Shut the lid, add ribbon and voilá! Yer sneakarly wrappaged iPod and chocolates present-gift-offering, deluxe - hold the feline. Please!
Oh, come on!
addendum: I managed to forget Inz on the card. Sorry, man. I've told Spid about it, so he knows you were in on the present. Typical of my lousy memory and tired mind.
Wednesday, 01st of August, 2007
17:54: Broken Surface
Well, I'm back. After a slightly problematic server change and some careless confusion, posting is again a possibility.
Ilaani's been visiting, sleeping at Spid's. It's been fun hanging out and doing stuff - a welcome break of disroutine. Summer's back again, it seems. Life is balancing out.
I finally bought the pair of cogwheel-shaped earrings I've been drooling over down at the Museum of Work. They weren't cheap, even on sale, but they were worth the clout. I promised ScrewFace I'd toss up a photo of them here when I could, so here goes:
Also, the new KMFDM album is pretty damned good, and Cyanotic kick arse. Just thought you'd like to know. Yeah.
Out.
Ilaani's been visiting, sleeping at Spid's. It's been fun hanging out and doing stuff - a welcome break of disroutine. Summer's back again, it seems. Life is balancing out.
I finally bought the pair of cogwheel-shaped earrings I've been drooling over down at the Museum of Work. They weren't cheap, even on sale, but they were worth the clout. I promised ScrewFace I'd toss up a photo of them here when I could, so here goes:
Also, the new KMFDM album is pretty damned good, and Cyanotic kick arse. Just thought you'd like to know. Yeah.
Out.
Sunday, 11th of March, 2007
10:14: Condition Violet
Yergh.
Well, I dyed my hair a swarthy purple last night. I'm not sure I like the outcome yet, but fuck, it's a change. I'm pretty sure I could get the red back if I tried.
I'm in sore need of a Night Out, but I just barely have enough to get by and I don't think I can spot any friends for the financials. Bugger. I need a filthy rich sponsor. My life is Art godsdamnit! Can't you mongrels see that? Yeah!
I found my original web journal entries from '99 to early '03 and I think I might add them to this one, for a sense of cohesion. Maybe it will mean something to someone. It's something to do, anyway.
Have to get outside today. I'm going bloody nuts.
Oh, and here's a pretty fucking picture. Cheers to Spid for the shot.
Well, I dyed my hair a swarthy purple last night. I'm not sure I like the outcome yet, but fuck, it's a change. I'm pretty sure I could get the red back if I tried.
I'm in sore need of a Night Out, but I just barely have enough to get by and I don't think I can spot any friends for the financials. Bugger. I need a filthy rich sponsor. My life is Art godsdamnit! Can't you mongrels see that? Yeah!
I found my original web journal entries from '99 to early '03 and I think I might add them to this one, for a sense of cohesion. Maybe it will mean something to someone. It's something to do, anyway.
Have to get outside today. I'm going bloody nuts.
Oh, and here's a pretty fucking picture. Cheers to Spid for the shot.