Joe The Dough

Tumblog of Joe Saunders. Manchester-based digital marketing johnny; Head of Potions for Flame; Metafilterist; taker of photographs and generally amiable prick. There is also a Twitter account which trends towards the shouty.

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Jul 3

I think I lack the mental capacity to express just how disturbing this is

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You’ll think it can’t get better than “Fried Shrimp”.

You’ll be wrong.

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Jul 1

Web Site Story

File under: Relevant to my interests.

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Jun 29

le Thriller

I will link to one MJ related video and one MJ related video only. It is this one

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The first nihilist iPhone app

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Jun 26

ertelofthenight:

I can has think this is awesome!

Cannibal Rescourse by Dirty Projectors

“Even if Ben Folds snubbed them, after serving up instrument-free Vampire Weekend and Grizzly Bear the Carleton Singing Knights from Carleton College in Northfield, Minnesota show us that, once again, they have their finger on what’s really (really) popular in indie rock at any given moment.”

Seriously rich. They do much more even Fleet Foxes…

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I have no words to express how wrong/right/wonderful/terrible/awesomeawesomeawesome this is.

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Jun 24

theduty:

NEXT!

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Jun 23

Yes.

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Trumpet

Just can’t stop laughing at this.

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Jun 21

theduty:

FYI.

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His eye is on the (dead) sparrow

Not shown in this video is the part where lollipop sneaks into your room at night and EATS YOUR SOUL

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Jun 18

I am a draper mad with love

(In honour of the Great MetaTalk Enspousening Thread of 09)

         MR EDWARDS

Myfanwy Price!

        MISS PRICE

Mr Mog Edwards!

        MR EDWARDS

I am a draper mad with love. I love you more than all the
flannelette and calico, candlewick, dimity, crash and merino,
tussore, cretonne, crepon, muslin, poplin, ticking and twill
in the whole Cloth Hall of the world. I have come to take
you away to my Emporium on the hill, where the change hums
on wires. Throw away your little bedsocks and your Welsh
wool knitted jacket, I will warm the sheets like an electric
toaster, I will lie by your side like the Sunday roast.

        MISS PRICE

I will knit you a wallet of forget-me-not blue, for the
money, to be comfy. I will warm your heart by the fire so
that you can slip it in under your vest when the shop is
closed.

        MR EDWARDS

Myfanwy, Myfanwy, before the mice gnaw at your bottom drawer
will you say

        MISS PRICE

Yes, Mog, yes, Mog, yes, yes, yes.

        MR EDWARDS

And all the bells of the tills of the town shall ring for
our wedding.

              [Noise of money-tills and chapel bells]