Get The Kettle On

Astounding.

If only I had the dexterity to to that. Though it would probably interfere with my mousing skillz..

An automated tea brewer machine. Heaven? See below:

Check:
The secret to a perfect-cuppa

The french are win:

SMRT

Brilliant beer brewing Bender!

Check:
http://www.ohgizmo.com/2007/08/22/beer-brewing-bender-bite-my-shiny-metal-tap/

I might incorperate this into my layout eventually, but for now.

Horay for those crazy cosplayers:

Simply amazing.

I urge you to admire:

http://www.wonderlandblog.com/wonderland/2007/04/katamari_cake.html

And as Alice says: “It’s terrifyingly perfect. How could you eat something that perfect? You’d have to splat it with a mallet first.”

BBC News report that Bacon, the staple of my diet, is actually quite bad for your lungs. This is not good. Read the whole thing here:

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/6560121.stm

My poor bacon, I will miss it.

Watch the gallery for pics…

http://gallery.getthekettleon.co.uk/thumbnails.php?album=128

Woob ftw

Having followed 300 since its announcement, and having also been a massive fan of Sin City, I must say this review has made me want to see it even more. I suggest you ingest it this moment.

http://www.yongfook.com/2007/03/23/5-reasons-why-300-is-the-best-film-for-the-next-5-years/

I quote:

1) Awesome, shouty quotes.

300 is the most obscenely quotable movie I have seen in a long time. Truly, quotes such as “Eat your breakfast boys and eat hearty - FOR TONIGHT, WE DINE IN HELL!!!”, eyes shimmering with batshit insaneness or “THIS. IS. SPARTAAA!!” are this generation’s “Hasta La Vista, Baby” and “I ain’t got TIME to bleed”. Respectively. In any case, the macho-tastic quotes in 300 are made five billion times better by the fact that ALL OF THEM ARE SHOUTED. SPARTAN MEN LOVE TO SHOUT. THEY WERE RAISED NEVER TO SURRENDER AND TO SHOUT UNDER ALL CIRCUMSTANCES. In fact, it made the rest of the movie without the shouting scenes quite uncomfortable to listen to. I was all up for seeing the boys relaxing round the campfire, screaming at the top of their voices “SPARTANS! WHO WANTS SOME TEA. I HAVE EARL GREY AND LAPSANG SOUCHONG. IN HELL!!!”.