Not dying.

Heavy week and it's only Tuesday.

Don't ever agree to a job without asking how close it's going to bring you to dead people.

Cookies and cream

My first attempt at colouring something in photoshop came out like this: Which is a little bit brutal.

Hangover Sunday is probably not the right day for trying new stuff.

Friday

Because that's what day it be.

Yes, it is.

You know what that is? That's a size-22 denim vest that someone has lovingly appliqued cow skull motifs on. It needs a bit of work--like I either start hitting the KFC frequently, or I get acquainted with a sewing machine--but I couldn't say no.

The op-shops were bangin' this afternoon--like slouchy leather boots and a patchwork suede bowling bag.

Yep, it's the Valley's redeeming factor.

Welcome to the jungle

Cattle and the creeping things.

Just thought I'd let you know my camera's flash is functioning powerfully and correctly.

Seasons of wither

OK, so it was only after hours of drawing, when I went to save the finished piece as 'seasons of whither', that I thought: hang on, wither doesn't have an 'h' in it.

Except if you're speaking in Shakespearean English and you're asking someone where they're going.

Which I don't think Aerosmith were... but shit, you get the idea.

Here's a detail of my error:

All this because for two weeks now I've had 'Dude Looks Like a Lady' stuck in my head.

I hope just reading that song title makes you suffer like I do.

Bovine