if you like wonderfully bizarre games such as samorost-1 or samorost-2, you’ll go NUTS over machinarium. see the preview here.
and here i was, being absolutely sure i’d never buy a computer game. but this one i’d buy even just for the artwork. or music.
..now that i think of it, perhaps every painting should have a soundtrack. might have a similar effect as if you’d accidentally unmute a movie you didn’t know had sound.
un casi gato (via ◮super katze◭). can’t not continue the cat theme.
busted! that’s definitely my maneki neko’s alter ego right there. quietly importing luck to my desk during working hours, and rocking out Kiss-style when nobody’s watching.
well done, gooo magazine.
lol, still love this one by the rut.
ckck:
It’s 5.30 pm and the sun is setting.
The dark days are coming to this latitude, as is the cold. I don’t live so far north that the sun won’t come up in the winter, but it’s not too far off. It’s really rather depressing, although that may be more about this town I’m in than the actual weather. In either case, I can only hope that at some point I’m able to live a third of the year in Sweden and the other two thirds someplace warm, sunny and/or interesting.
On the flipside, summers are truly magical at this latitude. It may never get hot in the summertime, but the light makes up for it. At the peak of the summer solstice, the sun goes down past midnight and comes up a few hours later, and it never gets truly dark.
oh, how i feel your pain, Sweden.
wearing my knee-long woollen socks, wrapped in a 2 meters’ long thick scarf like a mummy, still shivering after having consumed half a jar of honey with steaming apple and cinnamon tea. freeze-o-rama has entered the building.
found a stunning photo of Kittinger’s record-breaking skydive on August 16, 1960.
i remember the first time (there wasn’t that many of them - i used to like to skydive every half a year) i jumped out of a plane so clearly.
absolute mess in my head, grey plane getting smaller, land approaching way too quickly. i had no idea i knew how to curse in all these languages.
then, a shake.. and absolute silence. it was a sunny afternoon, not a cloud in the sky, and tiny green squares of fields, each a different shade down below.
chilly, beautiful.
a piece of design by blanco, a communication & design agency. i’d like a notebook with a cover like this.
if you miss the sea, check out Nicholas Hughes’ gallery. or don’t - you’ll miss it even more. ditch the ‘puter and go get yourself some of the real stuff, with seagulls, salty air and all.
i know i will. finally feeling strong enough to take my bike out for a ride, that’s a big fat YAY.
also, this knitted tube scarf is amazing, although i’ve yet to see a guy wearing one of these. i, of course, needed one immediately, so mine should arrive soon. (via rachelfixed)
