June 29th, 2009

pointy teeth

APED: "the moaning house"

The Moaning House lies past the hill.
You can go and look your fill.
I know you, so I know you will.
But don't. Go. In.

The Moaning House is very small.
It barely seems a house at all.
It isn't wide, it isn't tall.
But don't. Go. In.

The Moaning House is painted black.
It overlooks the railway track.
Trains go by but don't come back.
So don't. Go. In.

The Moaning House has one small door,
and one small rug on one small floor,
get closer and you'll see some more.
But don't. Go. In.

The Moaning House is very near.
Listen to it whisper, dear:
"I'm so harmless. Now, come here."
But don't. Go. In.

The Moaning House will haunt your dreams.
Dark things dangle from its beams.
Listen, and you'll hear the screams.
But don't. Go. In.
rex the wonder dog on skis

a modern 13-year-old's review of the Walkman

via [info - personal]iamza comes this glorious item in the BBC Magazine: a review of the Sony Walkman, from the point of view of a thirteen-year-old living in 2009. He handed in his iPod and carted the Walkman around for a week. Some complaints: it is big, it is clunky, and it only comes in one color.

Another notable feature that the iPod has and the Walkman doesn't is "shuffle", where the player selects random tracks to play. Its a function that, on the face of it, the Walkman lacks. But I managed to create an impromptu shuffle feature simply by holding down "rewind" and releasing it randomly - effective, if a little laboured.

Also, it took him three days to discover that cassette tapes have two sides.