Break-dancing 2CV robot

This is genius! You know that advert on TV with the Citroën car that turns into a Transformer robot? Well someone has remade it with a Citroën 2CV for B3ta … not exactly a state of the art car! I’ve watched it three times and it just gets better with each viewing.

Dancing 2CV Transformer robot (WMV, 2.22 MB)

Postscript: just goes to show how successful advertising is. When I wrote this earlier this morning I wrote “Renault 2CV” rather than Citroën.

Update: I’ve corrected “Citreon” to “Citroën”. Thanks for all the commënts.

Scared of Santa

Each Friday the kind people at B3ta towers send me an email full of irreverent nonsense created by people like you and me. Today they drew readers’ attention to the Scared of Santa photo gallery.

These are my three favourites, in reverse order, with comments by me:

#3. This, I reckon, is where the inspiration for the Blair Witch Project came from. How, in the name of the wee man, did the girl in the middle get her hood so pointy?! I suspect, thinking about it, it’s just that her hair is standing on end.

#2. I swear the girl on the right is a young Mrs Doyle, from Fr Ted, and I love the expression on the face of the poor boy in the middle.

#1. I reckon it was Santa’s robotic hand dropping off that scared this poor kid the most.

If Carlsberg made Christmas…

In many pubs and cinemas around town you can pick up free promo postcards for all sorts of things: films, alcohol, the armed services, clothing, etc.

Months and months ago I picked up a handfull of postcards at Bar 38 on George Street, including one from clothing manufacturer H&M.

This Christmas I doctored it and sent it out as a e-mail Christmas card. Although, first of all it had the Heineken logo on it … just goes to show how effective Carlsberg’s advertising is. Probably!

If Carlsberg made Christmas...

Little Empire, part 5

I’m going to stop promising which will be the last scene I post today. This one was mine:

LEIA: (softly) Dantooine.

[Leia lowers her head.]

LEIA: They’re on Dantooine.

TARKIN: There. You see Lord Vader, she can be reasonable. (addressing Motti) Continue with the operation. You may fire when ready.

LEIA: What?

TARKIN: You’re far too trusting. Dantooine is too remote to make an effective demonstration. But don’t worry. We will deal with your Rebel friends soon enough.

LEIA: No!

INTERIOR: DEATH STAR — BLAST CHAMBER.

VADER: Commence primary ignition.

[A button is pressed which switches on a panel of lights. A hooded Imperial soldier reaches overhead and pulls a lever. Another lever is pulled. Vader reaches for still another lever and a bank of lights on a panel and wall light up.]

IMPERIAL TROOPER: Computer says no!