Everything is ok

Everything you read in the mainstream media is 100% true. Please, go back to your jobs. If you have not got a job you are a worthless human being. Consume, consume, consume until we have no planet left to consume. What you need to do is buy things that you don't need. That's the best way to support the economy...

Intolerance

Extraordinary and compelling animation by Phil Mulloy.

All New Facebook Application!

Too many Facebook friends?

Sick of looking at those ugly faces?

Tired of all those shitty invites and pointless ramblings about what they had for dinner but don't want to deal with the fallout of deleting your boss?

Check out the all new Facebook application...

PEED OFF FILES

That's right. Just load this up and you'll receive photographs of paedophiles that you can post as your profile picture. Guaranteed to outrage your "friends" so much they'll want to fuck off there and then!

To upload this application, all you need to do is submit your own photograph and press 'I Did It'.

W Hunt Apps Inc

GPO Film Unit - Post Office, 1935 and 2009

Is a video by Bazarov from the album 'Synthetic Landscapes' (2009). Images are from the GPO Film Unit, London, 1935. Beautiful.

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GPO Film Unit - Love on the Wing, 1938

Although primarily established as a pr exercise, the GPO Film unit was staffed by Marxist idealists interested in the avant-garde and Love on the Wing is a beautiful work of surrealist art that moves from Dali, through Magritte to Klee and of which Terry Gilliam would have been proud.

GPO Film Unit - The Fairy of the Phone, 1936

The GPO Film Unit of the 1930s is perhaps best remembered for its production of Night Mail, which borrowed from the aesthetics of Soviet cinema and turned an explanation of the travelling post office into a hymn to collective labour. The Film Unit started as part of the post office's publicity department. The Fairy of the Phone, inspired by a Russian cartoon film, is a hugely entertaining, funny and camp movie offering advice about telephone manners.

Big Chief Pixie's Letter to Pixies

Dear Pixies,

I recognise that things have not been going too great lately and I have decided to change our industrial relations strategy in the hope that we can all get along better. I look forward to seeing you all tomorrow morning. Below is our new strategy, in the form of a poem, which I hope will set the tone for our discussions.

You want to take it slow
and we're losing all control.
We try to make it work
but the service is the worst
and it's crazy.
You're all so fucking lazy.
No but, yeah but, no but.

So just shut up, shut up, shut up.
Just shut up, shut up.
Just shut up, shut up, shut up.
Just shut up, shut up.

Yours sincerely



Big Chief Pixie

on opening the salmon of knowledge

otters

A couple of the gods were out walking when Loki saw the otter by the river & killed it & wore it's fur. However, it was not really an otter, but a shape changing deity. What would you expect from Loki ?

The Pixies - Part 3

CHIEF PIXIE PRESS RELEASE

The Pixies are still not back at work. The details are as follows -

Thu 22 Oct, Pixie Hollow and Fairy Distribution Units - Pixies have disguised themselves as bundles of rags.

Fri 23 Oct, Hereyougo Offices and Thankyouverymuch Units - Pixies are engaged in music and dancing - top secret video leaked below.

We scoured the land high and low for replacement Pixies and found 30,000 in the gaols of Devon, Cornwall and Somerset. Unfortunately, Pixie Police are now searching for 15,000 who were last seen heading for Sweden. Ten thousand of the remaining replacement pixies walked out the offices with all our equipment and some of the secretaries and the remaining five thousand are attempting to sort and deliver one another.

As a consequence of this, everything is fukt and we are really sorry.

The Pixies - Part 2

The Pixies, Part I

Once upon a time, everyone used to send each other lots of letters and cards. They would write the letters with pens or type them on typewriters. Then they would put the letters in a shiny red pillar box and the Pixies would collect and deliver them.

The Pixies wore smart uniforms and were always clean and tidy and very busy, especially at Christmas time, when they became Santa's little helpers. The Pixies were very happy at their work, whistling and smiling as they went along, and would often enjoy a glass of lemonade with the Chief Pixies at the end of a satisfying day. And everybody loved the Pixies. For they didn't just do a marvellous job with letters for thruppence ha'penny farthing. No. The Pixies were very helpful with other things too. Like picking up shopping and medicine, reading gas meters, fixing small plumbing and electrical problems and they even saved lives. Then, one day, something terrible happened to change all of that.

Far, far away, in an evil empire known as America, a wizard named Tomlinson created a magic spell which meant people could send millions upon billions upon trillions of words, without using paper. But worse was still to come. For in the land of Nokia, the wizard Makonnen invented an even more dangerous spell called Texting. This spell meant that people could send each other postcards, birthday cards and christmas cards with a tiny telephone! As time went on, people started using the spells, and this meant that the Pixies had less and less letters and cards to deliver.

Some of the Pixies were sent home to live out their remaining years drinking too much lemonade which made them belchy and grumpy. The Pixies that remained missed their old friends and, feeling sad, began spending the money that they had kept in a pot of gold for a rainy day. The Chief Pixies were very worried about losing their pot of gold, so they decided to get rid of even more of the Pixies by inventing a machine to do some of their work. This made the Pixies quite angry indeed and they threatened to stop working altogether if the bad machines were not taken away.

The Chiefs told the Pixies to stop being silly and to go back to work. But the Pixies refused, so the Chiefs decided to hire lots of new Pixies to do their jobs. The Pixies were really furious now, but they also felt very helpless, so they asked the good Wizard Acas to speak to the Chiefs on their behalf. The Wizard Acas was only too happy to help, but the Chiefs refused to speak to him unless the Pixies promised to go back to work.

Meanwhile, the people of the land were beginning to lose their affection for the Pixies. Birthday cards were being delivered late. Where once letters would arrive at seven in the morning, now they didn't come until ten or after. Sometimes, people got the wrong letters. The Pixies had so much mail to carry, that they couldn't stop to help anyone out any more, or even smile or wave. And sometimes they were so busy that they didn't even have time to ring doorbells, and just put cards through people's letter-boxes telling them to go and get their own letters. So people stopped inviting the Pixies in for tea and chocolate and stopped giving them gifts at Christmas.

And everyone was very sad, and no one was living happily ever after. And not even the queen of the land, Queen Mandy, could get the Pixies back to work. To be continued...