Tuesday, 24 February 2009
CAN'T DO IT!!!!!! NO WORKING!! HELP? ? ? ? ? ? HOW'D YOU DO IT? ? ? ? ?
brought to you by pancakes,
and nothing else
elrositter x x x x x x x x x x x
Sunday, 22 February 2009
a silhouetted dousche bag.
the fabulous repomen!
an eagle hovered above, my dreams last night. its eyesight was an extension of my pain!
the book i've got in my hand, is called the business jungle.
the edge! (cheeky)
Saturday, 21 February 2009
tweed suited (not above) gentleman mr reeves has some pretty flipping genius comedy under his belt by anyones standards! muchly with constant hetero life partner bob mortimer but ofcourse. the christmas shooting stars was sweet i thought, specially jack dee and the opera singer at the climax-THAT WAS LUSH!!
a top bloke, witty, full of beans, with a beautifull wife and kids. and that style man! the impecabley dressed gentlemen look! clearly this man is what i am aiming to become. for anyone who hasn't i hastilly recommend you with all haste take in the indomitable - catterick!
who doesnt love vic an bob?! after inducing some vic an bob i like to relax by having a nice relaxing pooo.
brought to you by, guess who- vic 'my hero' reeves,
elrositter x x x x x x x x x x
Thursday, 19 February 2009
Lux Interior r.i.p.
what can you say about the cramps, they were a garage punk band that hit the NYC rock’n’roll scene in 76 and they coined the term psychobilly. they are fantastically unique with the launch of their B movie sci-fi/pulp horror inspired musical attacks!
just look at their song titles-
i was a teenage werewolf
saddle up a buzz buzz
goo goo muck
can your pussy do the dog
and ofcourse-detatchable penis
for a fitting description of the cramps see the website-
if you don’t know there stuff go do some investigating FAST!
brought to you by 96 tears,
brought to you by 96 tears,
dopefiend boogie do the clam,
do the clam,
Wednesday, 18 February 2009
I awoke from this dream into the real world in a flash, straight from one to the other-remembering the dream with astounding clarity. When remembering my dreams I generally don’t remember voices, conversations, feelings and faces as clearly as I did this morning-it was amazing! But of course it starts to slip and melt away very very quickly so here I’m getting it down.
My companion throughout this was one of my old uni buddies jo. from final year photography degree. I’ve wondered many a time what she’s upto (same for everyone else) but not got in touch-so heres the time. Me thinks this dream was my subconscious kicking me in the head saying ‘message her you dousche bag’!
Okay so Its already slipping, struggling to remember we’re it started. Me and jo get into this gondola life type affair, its quite spacious and theres a third person with us that we both know. Can’t remember who, a woman I think, slightly older than us, I get the feeling she’s maybe a tutor/lecturer. So this ‘craft’ starts up and gets to quite a high speed, theres nothing on the inside-no chairs or straps or owt. The front and back are curved and have very large windows. There was a rocking motion to the thing, I think we would speed up quite vastly and slow down, the rocking motion strongest at the speeding/slowing. Also the windows would open on occasion, sliding gracefully up. They would do this in order to allow brightly lit ‘billboard’ like objects pass through the craft, even though I think some may have been bigger than the craft itslelf and it was offcourse sealed all the way round. Not that it mattered or affected us. At points we were sliding about, me being on my front, fairly nervous and apprehensive but being able to see out. I’m not sure if I knew we’re we were going but I have an impression it was paris (but It may not have been). I recall going and following a river or canal which was quite beautiful and European looking. I remarked to jo that this is the way I go to work, I flew to work in some sort of jet fighter you see.
When we were nearing our destination we went over some buildings, old hoses I think and the craft was changing direction, I said to jo that it reminded me of Hereford. I don’t recall leaving the craft but the next part was good and mental, not quite pole travel but still good (see first blog) me an jo (our other companion having gone) go behind this line of trees and theres this giant wall. Ordinary wall I think not! Its red and a type of plastic, that strong slightly rubbery thin stuff. Like what they used to make inflatable furniture out of! The wall wasn’t thick or solid and I never saw a top or end to it but it was as if it was hanging from somewhere unseen above. It had some give to it you see. Now there were quite a lot of people around and some were scaling this thing. It wasn’t like indoor rock climbing with the hand holds, the wall had these seam like splits. Sort of like the ones you get on some food packaging but they didn’t just split straight off to leave a long slit, more like the seam would split where you pushed your fingers through. But ‘just’ around your fingers so it would still be sealed in between the fingers. The seams didn’t run continuously but were in patches. So I can’t recall starting the ascent but I know jo was ahead of me and we had gained another companion. A bloke with black hair and possibly some sort of facial hair goatee arrangement. He and jo were continuing together ahead of me, and I next remember being a fair way up, certainly above the tree line. Jo and this bloke had reached a narrow shelf, I say shelf because it was perfectly flat exactly like a step but not t very wide. I was five or ten feet below them and had begun to feel nervous and a bit faint. I think I decided I wasn’t going to make it and needed to go back. I spoke to jo at this point and asked her to speak to me (consciously trying to distract myself) I asked her to tell me a story or something, I think she asked what about and I said anything, infact I believe I asked her about sid and she said he was fine and continued. The next thing we were back on the ground, a lot of people were around and they were all heading past us in the same direction. When I awoke I remembered two or three peoples faces so clearly and so distinctly it amazing and as if I’d just seen them in real life. One girls bright red lipstick, anothers eyes and lip piercing, all grinning looking thoroughly happy.
Well that’s it. God I love these mental dreams, I bloody love them their fucking great! Please don’t try to get me sectioned.
brought to you by having a nicely eccentric subconscious,
elrositter X x x x x x x x x
Saturday, 14 February 2009
colin grigson, den dennis, vim fuego and spider webb are BAD NEWS!
rik mayall , nigel planer, adrian edmondson and peter richardson are BAD NEWS! and they are completely brilliant! apparently made at the same time as spinal tap! have been listening to them on last.fm but the 'comic strip presents' shows are in a league of there own-the culmination being when they played at donnington infront of thousands of metal heads! to get just how unbelievable it is you have to watch the show in full but fuck me they've got some balls i tell you what!!! getting pelted with stuff. and that guy from scorpions-what a MASSIVE KWONT!!! scorpions, the ultimate pervayors of the sickening soft as shit rock ballad!
killin, lootin, rapin, shootin. killin, lootin, rapin, shootin, killin lootin, rapin an a'shootin! repeat!
brought to you by adrion edmondsons balls of steal,
not being able to sign on because ones fingers are glued to ones neck
lots of love
elrositter x x x x x x x x x x
Friday, 13 February 2009
friday 13th, shit is that why i've had no signal till frigging now?! or. upcoming friday night in rum madness.
the locust squats upon the leaf, he's just biding his time. he surveys our world and thinks, one day this will be miieeiieeiieeiieeine.
brought to you by bad news,
the 10 doctors
elrositter x x x x x x x x x
Thursday, 12 February 2009
wed more snow, holy hell! or. a different headline altogether. or. oh frig its already thursday i'm a day behind!!!
last night i dreampt about my favourite jumper. i bought it a couple weeks ago, it was reduced cos there were a few pulls in the material and its just gone into the wash for the first time. i dreamp i was taking it back to the shop to exchange it or somethin because of said pulls which were maybe worse. i found someone who worked there, a bloke with a fairly thin mustasche-the kind that leads down from the septum and reaches to two points, east and west. he was gingerish and shortish. i explained (probably) what the score was and he began to receed with my jumper. thats all i remember.
so the significance was what then? simply that i miss my new jumper? have i recently lost something else i want back? or am i just fucked in the head?! email your suggestions to- email@example.com
anything significant to report, YES!
i have just read some franz kafka, quite fascinating! existentialism, does anybody know anything about existentialism?!? certainly i intend to read more and delve into existetialism!
another thing thats fascinating-CHAOS THEORY! i know a little of this but very very interesting
brought to you by jumpers,
and some other stuff
elrositter x x x x x x x
Tuesday, 10 February 2009
and the last is five exposures.
i think these are interesting anyways, not to mention the photo therapy of actually taking photographs.
brought to you by-
elrossiter x x x x x x x
So clearly on the edge of sleep I put my book away, pull my thick coat as high as my head and lean into it ready to drift-off. At which point you don’t for reasons just slightly out of my grasp. After some time has passed you do but not easily as whilst slightly slumped trying to focus on the words in front of me. The shifting from the comfortable spot that you have settled into so completely and fully probably the key factor.
That limbo like area of sleeping awake, dreaming that merges with the present, sounds and feeling moving through the real and the felt of subconscious-ness. Exceedingly difficult to create but wholly wondrous to experience. Absolutely and individually unique, probably the reason it so tricky to describe so perfectly. But fun trying and remembering.
a shout to the dinosaur in the moon, fred-oh that cheeky fred, the easy confusion of sexuality and plushtix.
Brought to you by-
The usual cups o‘tea,
Kafka-investigations of a dog,
Alien and aliens
elrossiter x x x x x x
Monday, 9 February 2009
on an un-related bent.
arthur dent - no, listen. benji said its easy to suspect, that if theres any real truth, its that the entire multi-dimensional infinity of the universe is almost certainly being run by a bunch of maniacs.
brought to you by-
crossing the country and deffying weather,
ian dury and the blockheads
elrossiter x x x x x x x x x
Thursday, 5 February 2009
elrossiter doesnt know where his towel is! or. swindonian weekend, we shall see. . . . . or kellogs fruit an fibre YES!
brief negative-technology and where we are headin terrifies the hell out of me, money confounds and also terrifies me.
positive (more so at least)-i do believe i have become addicted to kellogs fruit and fibre cereal! ha i have a massive bowl of it in the morning with a cup o'tea. not like a 'normal' person offcourse because i will pick out some of the raisins and put them pack in the packet or if theres loads i will put some in the bin. . . . raisins in cereal is wrong!! but i will struggle and fight my way through the chewy buggers happily. sometimes i'll have a bowl during the day but why do i find myself thinking about it so much!!! coincindentally i have just finished a bowl. i am happy to admit to being a weirdo.
if everything goes to plan i will be having a swindonian weekend at my brother joes! with cai amanda, natalie, ed and angela-not sure about holli.
brought to you by-
fruit and fibre ;)
the hitchhikers guide to the galaxy audio book read by stephen moore
elrossiter x x x x x x x x x
Wednesday, 4 February 2009
been down so long it looks like up to me. or. A BIG MOAN-how the hells am i gonna blog if my compooter goes kerflooey?!
Monday, 2 February 2009
standstill, no go, stopped, kkrrk k. . . .breaking up. . or - enough snow in my garden to make a snow dalek!
Sunday, 1 February 2009
kringer on the left.
or maybe its a company-
-looks like there changin there name joseph, nab the name before some fool robs it from your mits! but what else could a kring or 'kringer' be i hear you holler, perhaps it comes from 'tim kring' the charming chappy behind heroes. 'thats the one' i hear joseph screech, but i feel more investigation is quite nescassery, i mean-what if this is a raspberry to throw us of the trail. maybe a kring is a rare sub-species of vole. or maybe its the technically correct desciption for a circle of wooden hard backed chairs-
or michael kring, the little known but quite fantastically mad sci-fi author. i've rumbled you haven't i meester armstrong? come on admit? i won't exploit you i promise
well well well i think the kringing has been kringed as far as it'll kring, for you and me both. if i have to type kring one more time i may just not be able to take it!
thanks for laying down the gorntlet there dude, ha ha ha i enjoyed it immensley! who won?!
brought to you by the silly silly k word
elrositter x x x x x x x x
ITS SNOWING, ITS ONLY DONE GONE SNOWING INNIT!
for lack of a more inspiring photograph to put into todays blog, here is a capybara snuffling in the water.
todays blog thanks-
bumping into james on the bus
the yell-the age of pursuit
alice cooper-spark in the dark
the motorcycle diaries
elrossiter x x x x x x x x