Britain? We don't need no stinking Britain! Or do we?

We really do.. Had an amazing time overseas and would love a host family to contact us to support our trip back to the motherland. See all the fun we had in the attached video..

When the Pill Goes Down

By all accounts then, this should really work..
here goes nothing!

Sad Bastard, Emo Wave, Definite Article & Noun?

Man, I can't get enough of "the" stuff lately. All the "The" bands, the angry, the frantic, the elated and the desparate.. The Dears, The Stars, The Decemberists, The Features, The Coral, The Postal Service but not The The.. Though "Dogs of Lust" was a killer track. Is it because it has been so long since there has been a flood of interesting music, or is it just that these bands ARE really good and we'll be singing these songs on our porch as we fade away, leaving our high-tech rocking chairs to our grandchildren? Doesn't matter to me, it's just nice to have something to sink my teeth into again, and i am looking forward to those high-tech rocking chairs.

tftmedia - the Promo?

Here is the initial promotional video created for ten feet tall media, made generally for experimentation, fun, and to find other people like us. If you like us, or ARE like us, let us know, bring your friends!
We'll bring the silly string!

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StarCollector - The Promo

Star Collector recently traveled overseas, enraging the locals at pubs from Liverpool to Koln! See the trouble here.

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part 3

If not for the distractions of daily subsistance Jacqueline may have ended up soundly fixed in a stare, locked in a battle between her conscious detachment and subconcious yearnings. Unknown, unexplored yearnings eager to feed on the mystery. Just as coy fish feeding serenely at the surface belie the complexity below the murky park pond water her colours were radiant just below a stagnant surface being fed by tourists of literature and documentaries, sitcoms and reality shows.

Each day the stain took on more fascinating and unique forms. She found herself looking forward to returning home from work and settling in to her favourite recliner in the center of the room (where she had now placed it) just below the morphing blot.

part 2

She squinted her eyes and scratched her brain while running her fingertips across her brow. The hairs on her arms stood at casual attention. Her analytical brain spun, bobbed and weaved... pulling out the occasional Judo move attempting to pin down the phenomenom.... trap it in a hold and slap it into submission... "Tell me what you are! Explain yourself, rogue anomaly! Ready phasers!". But try as
she might she could neither replicate nor explicate. The demon seed of doubt was planted. The ogre of uncertainty was loosed and together these miscreants would rain chaos on her logical mind.