Friday, 30 September 2011
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Monday, 26 September 2011
Fright
Fright Noun /frīt/1. A sudden intense feeling of fear.
2. An experience that causes one to feel sudden intense fear.
2. An experience that causes one to feel sudden intense fear.
The Google Game
Go to Google and type in your first name and the phrase. Copy and paste the first sentence/phrase you get that makes sense
Q: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search.
A: Katherine needs some rules to follow.
Q: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search.
A: Katherine looks like she's been around the block a few times. That's not good for a blonde.
Q: Type in "[your name] says" in Google search.
A: Katherine says goodbye to cigarettes.
Q: Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search.
A: Katherine wants a fast one.
Q: Type in "[your name] does" in Google search.
A: Katherine does computer technical support to put food on the table and plays with art to feed the soul.
Q: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search.
A: Katherine hates school but knows I'll miss it when I graduate.
Q: Type in "[your name] asks" in Google search.
A: Katherine asks if there is a problem.
Q: Type in "[your name] goes" in Google search.
A: Katherine goes to Africa.
Q: Type in "[your name] likes " in Google search.
A: Katherine likes to be up around people's faces so she can give them kisses, and she likes to ride around on shoulders.
Q: Type in "[your name] eats " in Google search.
A: Katherine eats a potato bug.
Q: Type in "[your name] wears " in Google search.
A: Katherine wears it when the Duke of Buckingham gives her and Henry the clock.
Q: Type in "[your name] was arrested for" in Google Search.
A: Katherine has been arrested for the 73rd time.
Q: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search.
A: Katherine needs some rules to follow.
Q: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search.
A: Katherine looks like she's been around the block a few times. That's not good for a blonde.
Q: Type in "[your name] says" in Google search.
A: Katherine says goodbye to cigarettes.
Q: Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search.
A: Katherine wants a fast one.
Q: Type in "[your name] does" in Google search.
A: Katherine does computer technical support to put food on the table and plays with art to feed the soul.
Q: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search.
A: Katherine hates school but knows I'll miss it when I graduate.
Q: Type in "[your name] asks" in Google search.
A: Katherine asks if there is a problem.
Q: Type in "[your name] goes" in Google search.
A: Katherine goes to Africa.
Q: Type in "[your name] likes " in Google search.
A: Katherine likes to be up around people's faces so she can give them kisses, and she likes to ride around on shoulders.
Q: Type in "[your name] eats " in Google search.
A: Katherine eats a potato bug.
Q: Type in "[your name] wears " in Google search.
A: Katherine wears it when the Duke of Buckingham gives her and Henry the clock.
Q: Type in "[your name] was arrested for" in Google Search.
A: Katherine has been arrested for the 73rd time.
The Band Name Game
1 - Go to wikipedia and hit random. The first random wikipedia article you get is the name of your 'band'.
2 - Go to quotationspage.com and hit random. The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.
3 - Go to flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”. The third picture, no matter what, is your album cover.
4 - Use photoshop or similar (picnik.com is a free online photo editor) to put it all together.
2 - Go to quotationspage.com and hit random. The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.
3 - Go to flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”. The third picture, no matter what, is your album cover.
4 - Use photoshop or similar (picnik.com is a free online photo editor) to put it all together.
Hanging with The Hilfigers
In love with the Hilfiger Family Album campaign. Check it out here. Thanks to the beautiful Zak Patel for tweeting about it. 
Sunday, 25 September 2011
Virgin Atlantic Upper Class 'Plain Insanity' Campaign
Some of the funniest radio copy ever.... (Thanks Jo for sharing them with me)
FERRET:
I had seen him at supermarket the week before. He had been walking a blue iguana past the cleaning products. With sunglasses on. Today was a ferret. I made up my mind to speak to him and approached with caution, having seen a documentary on ferrets the night before. “Is it acceptable to put salt on your cornflakes?” I asked the pale man. He removed his sunglasses and winked at me, with his good eye. “I thought so,” I said. The ferret looked me up and down and I could tell he was drunk. The pale man then spoke slowly in a Northern Spangalese accent. “I recently returned from London,” he said. “I flew first class for a business class fare,” he said. “Virgin Atlantic Upper Class,” he said. He was plainly insane, so I smiled and gave the ferret my business card.
DANCER:
I don’t often eat caviar for breakfast. Perhaps as rarely as twice a week. But it was only Wednesday. Or Dorisday. The lady in the tutu interrupted me mid-bite. She was licking a breakfast dog. “I was born to dance,” she sang as ketchup dribbled down her chin. Her wooden leg betrayed her. I quickly changed the subject to geography. “What’s the lay of the land?” I asked. She tapped her wooden leg with the heel of her red stiletto three times. Her balance was uncanny. “I landed this evening,” she said. “First class amenities for a business class fare,” she said. “Virgin Atlantic Upper Class,” she screamed, as if she had won at bingo. It was plain insanity. So I stared at her leg. Teak. Or maybe mahogany.
DOG:
A dog followed me home from the supermarket eight and three quarter days ago. Not a big dog. But not a small one either. I let it in and made a pot of tea. It didn’t care for the tea, but it ate all the digestives. I drew a picture of the dog in purple crayon and placed it at the supermarket. We watched the news every night and I became quite fond of him. I called him Derrick, after a bully in my school. Yesterday there was a knock at the door.“I’m here,” the woman said. “But where have you been?” I asked. “I’m sorry, I’m married,” she said. “My husband is in London,” she said. “He flew first class for a business class fare. Virgin Atlantic Upper Class,” she whispered.She was plainly insane. So I gave her the dog.
FERRET:
I had seen him at supermarket the week before. He had been walking a blue iguana past the cleaning products. With sunglasses on. Today was a ferret. I made up my mind to speak to him and approached with caution, having seen a documentary on ferrets the night before. “Is it acceptable to put salt on your cornflakes?” I asked the pale man. He removed his sunglasses and winked at me, with his good eye. “I thought so,” I said. The ferret looked me up and down and I could tell he was drunk. The pale man then spoke slowly in a Northern Spangalese accent. “I recently returned from London,” he said. “I flew first class for a business class fare,” he said. “Virgin Atlantic Upper Class,” he said. He was plainly insane, so I smiled and gave the ferret my business card.
DANCER:
I don’t often eat caviar for breakfast. Perhaps as rarely as twice a week. But it was only Wednesday. Or Dorisday. The lady in the tutu interrupted me mid-bite. She was licking a breakfast dog. “I was born to dance,” she sang as ketchup dribbled down her chin. Her wooden leg betrayed her. I quickly changed the subject to geography. “What’s the lay of the land?” I asked. She tapped her wooden leg with the heel of her red stiletto three times. Her balance was uncanny. “I landed this evening,” she said. “First class amenities for a business class fare,” she said. “Virgin Atlantic Upper Class,” she screamed, as if she had won at bingo. It was plain insanity. So I stared at her leg. Teak. Or maybe mahogany.
DOG:
A dog followed me home from the supermarket eight and three quarter days ago. Not a big dog. But not a small one either. I let it in and made a pot of tea. It didn’t care for the tea, but it ate all the digestives. I drew a picture of the dog in purple crayon and placed it at the supermarket. We watched the news every night and I became quite fond of him. I called him Derrick, after a bully in my school. Yesterday there was a knock at the door.“I’m here,” the woman said. “But where have you been?” I asked. “I’m sorry, I’m married,” she said. “My husband is in London,” she said. “He flew first class for a business class fare. Virgin Atlantic Upper Class,” she whispered.She was plainly insane. So I gave her the dog.
Wednesday, 21 September 2011
The best part of my day was
Being ghetto (for a white girl from the Southern Suburbs) and listening to Usher off my cellphone, while driving.Tuesday, 20 September 2011
Monday, 19 September 2011
Sunday, 18 September 2011
I just watched The Bang Bang Club
Not the greatest film ever made, not exactly historically accurate. Especially the depiction of Kevin Carter and the issues surrounding his Pulitzer prize-winning photograph of the Sudanese child and the vulture BUT I think Neels van Jaarsveld and Frank Rautenbach were incredible.
Oh, and Ryan Phillippe is, like, quite gorgeus and not too bad an actor, either. Nice. Drool.
Oh, and Ryan Phillippe is, like, quite gorgeus and not too bad an actor, either. Nice. Drool.
Thursday, 15 September 2011
Godverdomd
Hallo mijn naam is Katerina Maria ten Velthuis.... Neem dan kan ik een FUCKING Nederlands paspoort?
Monday, 12 September 2011
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