An update to last year’s GIF to include the 2015-16 season.
Not an infographic, rather an animation that uses data.
Basically, since the 1958-59 season, English football has had four top tiers. Prior to that, there were the first two divisions and two third divisions: a north division, and a south division. Since that season, of the 92 teams in those four divisions, between 11 and 14 of them have always been London-based teams.
This animation uses the places of those teams within the four tiers and the colours of those teams to create an animation. The longer a team is in a specific division, the closer to the edge of the circle that team is.
She can take the dark out of the nighttime and paint the daytime black
“She Belongs to Me,” Bob Dylan, 1965
A quite pointless chart re the names of the five main professional sports leagues in the United States.
Drawing of an axolotl in the water of Lake Xochimilco, here in the south of the city. Apparently it’s possibly extinct in the wild. Drawing done only using cyan, magenta, yellow, and black.
Bigger here: http://flipflopflyin.com/axolotl/index.html
It’s difficult to watch any clip of Rolf Harris these days without the knowledge of his crimes kinda filtering what you are seeing. But, even if we try to ignore that, it’s pretty clear here that he is a bit of a dick.
This thing from 2006, when he did a portrait of the Queen is interesting. I’m not a monarchist in any way, but my feelings towards the royal family have changed over the years. I don’t really dislike the Queen or Prince Charles so much these days. Regardless of how I feel about their jobs, they do come across as relatively nice people, I think.
And next to Rolf Harris, the Queen comes across very very well indeed. Obviously this is edited, so we can’t be 100% sure of the events, but he spends an awful lot of time talking about himself.
And, bloody hell, his painting is awful.
This guy went into space. On his own. In a cute little space ship, a totally kawaii space ship. This guy–I can’t remember his name, but it was really normal, like Phil Bates or something–lifted the helmet visor. As soon as he did this, small yellow bumps quickly broke out all over his head. Hundreds of different-sized, yellow-as-egg-yolk hemispheres, slightly furry, like mould. He opened his mouth to scream, but the yellow bumps spread into his mouth, onto his tongue, down his throat, into his lungs. Moments later he was dead. The ship circled Earth for a day or so, then re-entered the atmosphere and crashed in a forest in Poland. The yellow bumps killed a man walking his dog in the forest. The yellow bumps killed a farmer. The yellow bumps killed the farmer’s brother and the farmer’s son. The yellow bumps killed all the men in the farmer’s village, then all the men in the farmer’s voivodeship. People in bordering countries started to worry. Only men were dying. Of course, women were shocked, sad, concerned for their loved ones, but, y’know, it was only men that were dying. Some people took selfies holding yellow round things next to their faces, pulling a “I’m dying” face. It was a meme on the Internet. There were reports that men could survive being exposed to small amounts of yellow bumps. But it was too late for me. Maybe some men survived, maybe not. I didn’t.
I Photoshopped all the advertising out of this photograph of [Beer Brand] Field, Denver, Colorado.
An update of a thing I did last year. Unsurprisingly, the update-y bit is just the addition of next season’s kit.