You know I feel like a complete fraud of a painter because i haven't got me a pair of these. I’ve always wanted designer paint platters on my clothing im going to wear to paint in.
Painters dungarees with the addition of designerly paint dribbles made by our NC20 Splatter stencil in standard and medium sizes. Do them yourself or have them decorated by us. [thats right, they sell a stencil of a paint splatter.]
The normal painters dungarees are being sold for 17 pounds. To get a pair with the ‘designery paint dribbles'? 75 pounds. What a steal!
What's better than a Christian Bale film about killer cyborgs? Making up songs about Christian Bale films about killer cyborgs! Treat your eyes and ears to this fantastic number, bought to you by Milkcrate and Interested Pigeon Productions.
Wonderful news has come to our attention here at Milkcrate. According to several sources on the Information Super Highway, Katie Holmes is "looking forward" to filming her "character driven" thriller set to start shooting in Melbourne next month.
I wonder if Posh and Becks will flock over for a bit of oranging in the Chapel Street sun? I see a new segment coming to Milkcrate - Victoria in Victoria anyone?
This one is an oldy be a goody. We here at Milkcrate HQ fully advocate the writing of clever notes in place of open, honest communication. Just the other day I was thrilled when I found a set of missing chopsticks under Jake's desk while he was out. Gleefully, I scribbled a little post-it note and left it on his laptop - "Jake, why are my chopsticks under your desk?!". Ahhh. The sastifaction was almost too much!
If you're interested in Irish philosophy or the civic politics of south-eastern Victoria (and we know you are!) then you can't afford to miss the latest updates to Bishop Berkeley's Backyard, featuring the all-new adventures of everyone's favorite cleric, poet and solipsist. Subjects considered in recent posts include the health benefits of tarwater, the military record of Wittgenstein, the value of stale rye biscuits and the burning need for anti-Leninist makeup. The man is blogging up a storm but he still needs readers, so what are you waiting for? Click on the link and comment, comment, comment! Those Rationalists won't refute themselves!
By now, those of us in Melbourne are thrilled to have learned Katie Holmes is set to shoot a thriller in ol' Melbourne Town.
A couple of weeks ago, we busted open our copy of The Age, to discover not only will Katie be gracing the Docklands with her oh-so-cute* half-smile, she'll also be boosting the local production sector thus FIXING the Australian economy!
Amazing.
It's only fit that Milkcrate Magazine - Melbourne's very own blog dedicated to all things completely unrelated to milkcrates - brings you Katie-Watch (TM). When Katie lands in our fair country with her crazy religion and her mad attempts at acting, we'll be right here, on the internet, bringing you the news.
The film will be a remake of the 1973 telemovieDon't Be Afraid Of The Dark which is due to begin shooting in coming months. It has been written and will be produced by Guillermo delToro, who recently produced the very scary El Orphanto. Creepy dead kids with sacks on their head - the stuff of nightmares. A little like Katie's oh-so-cute* half-smile.
*May actually be more vom-inducing than oh-so-cute.
Particular lolz to be had when a partner and art director of Mountain - the people responsible for this epic fashion disaster - responds.
"Three Wolf Moon" is sold out, and the Mountain has started printing up a fresh batch. It seems that the wolf theme was growing in popularity even before the Internet hipsters descended"
And this golden line: "Wolf shirts are super hot right now".
Browsing through Amazon this morning, I stumbled upon this fine piece of apparel - and it's user reviews.
Pros: Fits my girthy frame, has wolves on it, attracts women Cons: Only 3 wolves (could probably use a few more on the 'guns'), cannot see wolves when sitting with arms crossed, wolves would have been better if they glowed in the dark.
So if you're like us here at Milkcrate and you appreciate fine user reviews, wasting time and wolves click away and enjoy.
Here at Milkcrate we're against camel toes. We haven't had a meeting about how we feel about Lady Gaga yet, but I'm pretty sure everyone feels the same way about her as I do.
Here she is in Sydney wearing a CARAZY! outfit. What a shy, but oh-so-individual, petal she is.
The delightful Clare Werbeloff tells the colourful story of two Gentleman on a night out in Sydney. After retelling the conversation to the reporter, she says "you're welcome". What manners!
so to brush up on our Eurovision song writing skills, i hand it over to Neil Hannon...
Terry Wogan wont be hosting the english speaking version this year, but Graham Norton will be! I have faith in Mr Norton he'll bring in the [extra] lolz.
We at Milkcrate were especially excited the receive the following email last night:
As we're sure some of you are already aware, the man is back, so is his groove and he wants to share it with you. Hence, he's giving a series ofdance, music and aerobics classes for you all to enjoy live via theInternets right now, or more specifically 12pm til 6pm Parisian time. If you haven't logged on already, then we're sad to inform you of some of thethings you've missed; Jarvis managing a musically accompanied yoga class, abeautiful belly dancer, performing hard rock with class of over excited 8year olds and numerous jam sessions with an eclectic mix of locals freshoff the street.
So visit http://jarviscocker.net without delay and don't forget to grabyour free Mp3 from the imminent "Further Complications."
So without further adew we give you not only music from the man himself, but a spiffy little clip of him spelling his name with big plastic letters.
This morning at the gym in Santa Monica (Oh – I’m so LA), I had the utter misfortune of having to catch the only thing worse than Australian and British mid morning television. That’s right. American mid morning television. Mysoginist. Vapid. Downright creepy. It goes by the name of Regis and Kelly. I’m still not sure which is Regis and which is Kelly, but I don’t think it matters much.
First, this ancient geezer comes on, holding the hand of his cohost (toothpaste ad smile, blonde, tanned, young enough to be his granddaughter). He leers at her, and tells her half a dozen times how gorgeous she is. He checks her breasts out at least twice in the first five minutes of the show. I felt like shouting at the screen : “Yep. They’re still there!”. During the course of their opening banter it becomes apparent that this poor lass is like an inarticulate-airheaded-deer-in-high-def-camera-headlights. I’m not sure what I found worse. The fact she kept likening things to “being at school” “coming back to school” “It’s like the school bully” (Get this woman a therapist!). Or the heavy handed manner her male co host moved the conversation to unrelated subject matter, abruptly cutting her off with no segue. He then proceeds to read odd news items from a white paper (auto cue, anyone?) while she giggles and smiles at inappropriate moments. I am transfixed. It’s like watching a live Amy Winehouse performance. Benjamin Bratt comes on to talk about his new show where he plays an ex heroin addict (at this point, Blondie gasps : “Oh my!”) who has turned his life around and is now in servitude to the Lord (!). Sounds rivetting. Pity, I don't own a television, here. Sigh. Then there’s a go go dancer. No. Really. A go go dancer. From Jersey. Go go dancing in aid of a “spin the wheel” style competition. “I like the way they make them Jersey girls!”, the geezer gaffaws. Turns out the Jersey girl is Security Guard by day. “She can secure me anytime she wants…”. Blondie laughs along. The phone-in caller who wishes to spin the wheel has recently moved states. Blondie looks genuinely shocked. “Don’t you miss the corn… and the blueberries?”
Possibly the only thing worse than mid morning presenters is the mid morning weather people. I don’t catch much TV news, but I have noticed a startling trend. If there’s a hurricane, a freak storm, a flood, whatever, it is the humiliating task of the weather person to stand amongst the (arguably dangerous) weather and attempt (usually with very limited success) to give a live report of the conditions. It reminds me somewhat of this:
If you want to see Geezer being a right old perve and Blondie chattering away inanely, go here.
"I've been dealing with the truth that I have at times been a bad example and/or glorified self destructive behavior. This was never intentional, but rather a consequence of leading a public life in plain sight and never expecting any sort of preferential treatment, isolation or protection," states Adams.
"I've realized and accepted that if people decide to dislike me, they're going to find reasons to justify disliking me. There's nothing I can do about that. That said, it still does pain me to be accused of fictional crimes against innocents or to be implicated in romantic gossip involving the possibly reality-challenged--however unreliable the source or outlandish the accusations. In the end, however, I know that I have never done or even meant anyone any harm."
Firstly, I would like to welcome you all to the new financial year! Isn't it exciting!? Why don't we get a Financial New Year's Eve? Is partying like it's 1999 really to be restricted to once a year? Bar humbug (or similar).
Anyway now for some news in which Ryan Adams apparently stole a milliondy bucks from Courtney Love's spawn Frances Bean Cobain to make his 2003 albulm Rock'n'Roll. Apparently because Courtney has 29 credit cards, it took her a few years to notice .. hmmm. Ryan, why aren't you blogging anymore? We want to hear your side. And a song about it.
I think personal keyboards are the new time capsules.
People spend more time in front of their computers now than they did 10 years ago. Many hours per a day, several days a week are spent there. Those not of the anal retentive persuasion eat, drink and and do other things in front of the computer.
What's trapped behind [and on] keys says a lot about a person.
For instance, my keyboard would be a blessing for an archaeologist as its almost a complete archive of my personal habits.
I have a black battered keyboard. Beneath the keys is a jungle of fuzzy tobacco, ash, loose hair and dog hair. On the keyboard itself there's always a few ash-turds, little melted spots, mass amount of grime and a generous smattering of suspect human fluids.
My favourite keys are 2, spacebar, M, A, N and >. The 'control', 'windows' and F3 [which brings up the 'find' toolbar] keys are covered in thick grime as if never used.
Maybe there's a new job description out there? keyboard readers are the new palm/tarot readers: "I see you have a history of homosexual activity and have a reluctance to commit as you feel people are inferior to you. I also see that you have no control in your life and cant find your path. You also have a lack of vitamin B and will die of lung cancer."
