Putting the 'happy' back into content
I came across this site by accident and, well, if you’re older than 30, then you’ll probably find it quite amusing.
All it is, effectively, is virtual cassette tapes, on which you can write a message.
If you want, you can then get the result printed onto a magnet, mouse mat, mug or other desk-style ornament for a price.
Pointless, but it gives me a sort of nostalgic glow.
I’ve been struggling to find things to write about at the moment – I think the wet winter weather must be seeping through into my brain and clogging it up.
I can visualise it now actually: my grey cells going all soggy, like when you drop a loo roll into the pan accidentally (c’mon, we’ve all done it).
Anyway, thanks to Dave Hepworth for this brilliantly sharp piece from The Onion News Network (shame about the irritating pre- and post-roll advertising, but hey, I guess they have to make their money somehow!).
Evangeline Lilly Wins ‘Best Wet T-Shirt Fight Scene’ At Strong Women In TV Awards
I listened to Terence Trent D’Arby’s first album on the way to work the other morning and two things struck me.
First, that it’s hardly dated at all – his voice still sounds so fresh and the music is, let’s face it, pretty darned good.
Second, though, and that’s the pressure that people such as Mr D’Arby must feel, once they produce a ‘hit’ with their first release.
I know Terence was a bit of an egomaniac, but nothing he did afterwards ever quite hit the same heights – Neither Fish Nor Flesh got totally panned and he never quite recovered.
He’s not the first and doubtless won’t be the last in the ‘entertainment’ profession.
Take Donna Tartt, for example. The Secret History was such a huge success and widely acclaimed and it took her more than a decade to follow it up with the Little Friend, which didn’t quite get the same reviews.
Movie-makers are no different. Many acclaimed directors have shown early promise, but come to nothing. Guy Ritchie is a classic example – someone who was thought to be capable of great things, but soon became exposed as a one-trick pony.
All power to these people for making their name in the first place, but it must suck not to be able to reach those peaks again.
On that note, though, enjoy this live recording of the venerable Mr D’Arby, who now goes under the name Sananda Maitreya, from way back when.