Who are you?

Who is this? Do you know? Does she know?!

i think she wishes to make a phone call. i couldnt quite hear at the time.

all questions to be answered through the miracle of t'internet

Copy n Paste this into msn to your local rocsoc representative

"Who is this?

http://ollyroberts.blogspot.com/2006/01/who-are-you.html

post a comment if you know"

Arbiter and the Chief

Not mine, not by me, but its sweet piccy, and its my blog, so Hush ure noise

Michigan

Pictures of America, wot where Jen is.



Always cool to have a tornado shelter. most we get is wheelchair refuges.
Miss u Jen.
XXX

Flicker, yet again, sorry.

Oh FFS it just gets better and better

This hunky lump of fun, is a wirelessly enabled photo frame, you subscribe it to a friends photo feed on Flickr, and everytime a new photo is put on, it updates, or it runs slideshows, or it changes randomly, or... omg its the future. THIS is what the internet was designed for
heres som blurb, ripped of Flickr:

Flickr-enabled LCD Frame eStarling has released a Flickr-enabled standalone Wi-Fi LCD picture frame, which we've always wanted (and which you can make yourself if you're handy enough). This is the perfect gift for grandma. Plug it in, subscribe to your family's Flickr feeds, and you're ready to go! It's $250 on Thinkgeek (though we're hoping the price on these will fall when there's more competition!)

OK i rilli should go to bed, if youve only just checked in, u may want to check back a few posts, its been somat liek 5 posts this afternoon. Much love. xx

"Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off"

I know ive posted about 5 times today, and ive been on looking at the awsome power of Flickr about 20 times, and i know ive been listening to panic at the disco non stop for 2 days. but they rock!!!
sound is great, not that it wil mean anything, but cross 'My Chemical Romance' and 'Smoke hand' and youve got 'P@TD'. Syncypation , awsome use of the rythym of words. and just generaly awsome lyrics

'Please, leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman, And from that moment, you'll be out of place and underdressed.'

so heres the song that sounds the best if your reading the lyrics and listening to it, as the lines overlap and dont fit in the slightest, but it works so well.

"Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off"

Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Then think of what you did
And how I hope to God he was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as you're fingers touch your skin.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no you know it will always just be, me

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?

So I guess we're back to us, oh cameraman, swing the focus
In case I lost my train of thought, where was it that we last left off?
(Let's pick up, pick up)

Oh now I do recall, we just were getting to the part
Where the shock sets in, and the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick.
I hope you didn't expect that you'd get all of the attention.
Now let's not get selfish
Did you really think I’d let you kill this chorus?

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?

Dance to this beat
Dance to this beat
Dance to this beat

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster

I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no you know it will always just be, me

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Dance to this beat
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Dance to this beat
And hold a lover close
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster

Also said ide stop copying and pasting lyrics making daft length posts of nothingness, oh well.
Much Love
XXX

Spot Si

DSCN4784
Originally uploaded by olly rob.

Flickr feature! notes on images, clicky on the piccy, and see!

Flickr

http://www.flickr.com

Have that bebo/myspace and all the other inferior 'social forum thingys', in the face, twice!!
even google havent got this organised yet.
yahoo presents, Flickr,check out the sidebar.
load pictures using badass program on my desktop, or even just right click and choose from the 'send to' menu, 'send to flickr'
well done yahoo! five stars!

Long Snow

I hea ru ask how can snow be long?
If your into your intersting shaped photots, its quite nice la

Panic! at the Disco

Though i think im a bit late on the up and coming front, if you like My Chem Rom, i feel you will like 'Panic! at the Disco' They are the sex. its true
cheer up emo kids.
xxx

43

Inside this place is many a being,
I hope this whistle stop tour will broaden your seeing.

Species: Reptilius Amplificus

Here is a character that makes strings dance,
He plucks and he picks and creates quite a trance.
Controls of bright silver adorn a weapon most red,
His secret companion sleeps at the foot of his bed.

With teeth so white and a smile so wide,
He tempts you and lures you ‘til you come inside.
When you are beaten he coils round and round,
Until nothing is left but a mark on the ground.

A hat you will find perched upon his head,
At least when he’s up and out of his bed.
His curtains are drawn all day and all night,
So that when the post comes he can stay out of sight.

Species: Greasius Tinkerus

Our next creature is happy when playing with rocks,
Traversing the town he picks up some knocks.
His vehicles are equipped and ready to go,
To describe best his motion you’d be wrong to say slow.

He’s had his share of problems with electrical goods,
To calm himself thoroughly he gets muddy in woods.
He stands above the crowd, even if they are older,
It’s not difficult for him when they only come to his shoulder.

Nails of jet black on his hands and his feet,
A saddle he prefers above any seat.
Another of his vices is being armed and alert,
Always be wary of what is under his shirt.

Species: Evilus Maximus

He may not have a patch and there’s no parrot to be seen,
But I swear this man’s a pirate who would adopt the role of queen.
I don’t mean to say that he’d wear a dress and make up,
But I know he won’t be satisfied ‘til the world will queue to fill his cup.

A comfortable night must be hard to find,
Especially with world domination on the mind.
Maybe that’s why he sleeps on his treasure,
Full of the discs he samples at leisure.

To the public he’s seen as a respectable figure,
But if you were to cross him, he’ll be on the trigger.
A darkened red is the colour of his eyes,
His one point of weakness, a box of mince pies.

Species: Foilus Stabus

In a cupboard by the door stands a bag full of swords,
Cleaned of the debris from defeating mass hordes.
He stands head to toe in his white fighting suit,
Complete with an alien mask to boot.

More often than not you’ll find him cooking,
Just follow your nose if you can’t be arsed looking.
His culinary secrets he is keen to save,
What? Don’t be stupid he doesn’t use a microwave.

His chariot stands proud, gleaming in any light;
As smooth and as sleek as the elusive red kite.
It stands on four wheels, two more than any other,
Brutish and powerful, take heed and find cover.

Species: Randomus Mindus

And last but not least, our host here tonight.
Describing himself, oh joy and delight!
Well where do I start? Who knows anyway?
He’s fantastic, witty and modest some say.

So that was a lie; I’m sorry, forgive me.
I’ll start again; best try and get through this quickly.

He’s a man who likes sleep, but at the wrong time of day,
Whilst others are waking he’s snoring away.
To make up for this you’ll frequently see
Him wandering the house at 4:53.

On his bow you will find many a string,
Some broken, some fine. He’s tried more than one thing.
His latest challenge is to become a poet,
Now the reader decides will he succeed or blow it?

Well this concludes the tour for now,
When sat back home do not wander how.
Instead contemplate with sadness and glee,
That you are not a member of house 43.

Rich Morris (Randomus Mindus)

Si

The fruits of Si's work in B23 this afternoon?

Energy in the UK for the next 30 years

3 hours later i have concluded that frontpage is an ok ish program, apart from being so picy about links n stuff, but the uni central server is a... and not only does it keep loosing files for no reason and not sending then to the recycle bin but into the ether, but also is just generaly far to complex for its own good
either way, it took me since half 11:30 today, so appreciate it damn it

CLICKY!!!!

or if u like typing/copying and pasting, or i have been cursed to never use hyper links again its here, la

http://users.aber.ac.uk/ojr4/uk30yrpower/main%20page.htm

Stencil Revolution

Last one of this three posts, im unsure about the legality and ethics of this kinda stuff, Banksy is all very well until uve seen it once, then its kinda vandalism, theres a softcore version explained on here though! some nice stuff too. rock!
Stencil Revolution

A gallery of walls with stuff written on

http://www.picturesofwalls.com

Too much Ronald McDonald
Not enough Dali Lama

A gallery of walls with stuff written on

Banksy

Imagine a city where graffiti wasn't illegal, a city where everybody could draw wherever they liked. Where every street was awash with a million colours and little phrases. Where standing as a bus stop was never boring. A city that felt like a living breathing thing which belonged to everybody, not just the estate agents and barons of big business. Imagine a city like that and stop leaning against the wall - its wet.

http://www.banksy.co.uk