Beats blowing glass motherfucker!

I have 4 months off for Summer, returning to school in March - what the hell?! I've already decided that the next film I make when I get back will be about a furtinure removalist with a problematic chair fetish.

My boy isn't my boy anymore but I find it impossible to introduce him as anything but that. Sad but true. I keep thinking we'll slip back into it accidentally, although I know that's not for the best right now. My GOD, his eyes are blue.

Things do seem easier when the sun's out, I must confess - there's energy in the air and my blood is warmed to the point where it actually circulates properly. I think I was hankering for Summer. It's been 12 months of Wintery weather, thanks to my jet-setting lifestyle. To usher in this happier season of vit D, my beloved flatmate bought me a bike on Ebay. It's purple with pint sized white wall tires. I'm hoping that reckless rides in breezy summer frocks will lift my occasionally weary spirit. The last month was a bit of a stinker all round.

Picking myself up (fell over again)

Firstly:

I love this song of late.

(In general: I think I need to read more of Bukowski's fiction. It keeps me honest.)

Thereafter: Saw a doco about Henry Darger the other night by the same woman who made this. It was rather scary to have it narrated by the overly knowing voice of a seven year old Dekota Fanning but was otherwise rather classy. Sensitive in its open minded approach, it has a stunning command of spanning mountains of his material. I wish I'd seen his apartment before it was dismantled in 2000. It may have had something on Bacon's inspiring mess. 

Curious?

Watch it.

LOVE

I give up.I google imaged "break up" and got this image. It was nice while it lasted.

Pen to paper

Drawing again, hot damn! That's right, no more talk, actually drawing. There's Burlesque life drawing night at a bar on Fitzroy Street, every Wednesday, that will set you back $15 for a pot of beer, drawing materials and a naked lady with assorted nipple adornments. Steal! You win more beer if your drawings wow & get a chance to showcase and sell your collective output at the end of the 10 week course. There are some truly frightening leftovers of the last time's participant offerings still displayed on the venue's walls, unsold. I doubt even their own loving mother's would shell out $20 to support such visual abortions. One can only hope the process was cathartic for them.

I want some nipple tassels.

Also attention grabbing today:

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(Don't watch if you're jitterish/epileptic.)

My boy made me brekie today. We were late for school again.

Please

http://www.savevca.org/

Theme = Cupcakes

p r e t t y

Clip I made last late semester for the twee Animation Club at Loop bar. We didn't win the cupcakes/resounding supremacy over other animations entailing cutiepie animals disfiguring each other with guns.

Thus, was a bit bolox overall but, onwards and upwards! 

Check out the local talent that provided the tune.

He digitized her is all.

• Dyed my hair heroin chic rouge. Will be a gutter slut by next weekend if Christiane F is anything to go by. (Trainspotting has nothing on that film's cold turkey scene.)

• About to edit for a month solid. Gush.
• My boy looks mean in leather.
• Finally saw Y TU MAMA TAMBIEN oh, 8 years late. I'm sorry I missed the party for so long. Sun drenched hypnosis. Gorgeous.
• Seeing family friends for dins dins at Mess Hall makes me miss Mama. Are there any robins in this country? 

They need importing.