Where are the updates?

No new updates this weekend. I intend to enjoy the last 3 days of my holidays in such a way as I have not enjoyed the last 5 hellish days. Other than meeting with Jim in civic, the last week has been teeth grittingly painful. I crave sleep and fags and a few nights of partying with Gina and Alex and a few days wrapped under my doona and above all, the quest for the most perfect wool to knit my way through the first week of AST term and the most perfect art book to start my new semester (after a hearty year of non-art subjects). Amen.

Why cant i sleeeeeeep?

I drew this in no more than four minutes (colour and words and all).

I cant sleeeeep. Dammit dammt dammit.

I'm falling into the easy trap of making this blog more pictures than words. THIS BLOG IS MEANT TO BE ALL WORDS. I am aiming to self-dicipline myself into doing words not pictures. Its harder to write than to draw. Gah.

Sleep now.

Hmmm...

The last few posts have been particually water-themed.








I did, in the end, decide to forgo sleep (its 3 am) and post some comics. In doing so I took down the old comic placeholder I had there for a few hours while I drew. This is an old comic, and I just don't think it's up to scratch. I've decided to occasionally post 'failcomics' on this blog that didn't make the cut to go onto Friction Static. Here's the comic that I had up on Friction not long ago:


Yeah, I just don't like it.

Sleep now, work tomorrow from 8. YAYS.

No post today. It's 1 am and I'm trrrrrrred. Plus I've been knitting all day. Wish me luck at work tomorrow with no sleep.


Xmas in July at Cube was great. Everyone who didn't go, go back in time and go. Everybody who did go, :D.

THIS JUST IN:

Good news everyone! Counting my already-posted comics plus the backup comics I have on my computer, I AM JUST NINE COMICS AWAY FOM MY GOAL OF 100 COMICS! Yaaaay!!!! Nine! Wooooot!!!!!!

YAY!!!!! 37 bored kids and a broken Xbox for 8 hours a day!

BACK AT WORK.

Yays. Working holiday programme! Yays. I am so tired. Yays. *sigh*

Emily and the Great Rave Spirit, and Why She Was At Chrome.

I was in civic today and I had about a million people ask me about Neverest. Either how was it or why wasn't I there. I also had lovely Gareth and Cal vaguely wondering where I was for their doof on the same night. So I guess I owe these guys an explanation, which I will thoughtfully put here on my blog where nobody will ever read it (hey, I'm more interested in the images, too. Friction Static away, this blog is mostly for myself).

I didn't go to Neverest or the doof because, presently, I'm burnt out on raves and doofs. It's not the haluciogens or the repeditive music that has me burnt out. It's (predictably, for Canberra)the people. And I'm not talking about the uber sweet girls and guys with layers of candy chains, candy jewelery and actual candy. Those guys are cute and great to talk to. It's the assholes that attend. You know who you are, and hey, this is Canberra, so everyone knows who you are, too. You make raving a dirty illegal gangsta drugfest. It's not the drugs I mind - believe me, I'm MORE than okay with the drugs. It's the asshole stuff you guys do. It's the fireworks inside and the paint on the walls and pigion squishing. It's the way that people seem to assume that if they have a handfull of E to sell, they are the king of everything. It's the way that those assholes totally miss the point of love and respect and go for cheap and nasty gangsta power trips. You guys are at the heart of the scene and you know it. Therefore, it's an asshole scene. Thanks guys.

Oh, and Gareth. I'm talking about Neverest here. Your awesome Doof was just too far away. Congrats on getting old, though. Come buy booze and cigarettes with me some time. Laugh at kids. Smoke a cigar while in a casino getting a tattoo. Cool? Cool.

As if to prove my point, Sophie's car was tipped at Neverest. Which means some assholes actually tipped her car onto it's side. See what I mean? Assholes.

What I DID do on Saturday was go to Chrome with Ruth and Millie and Jess. Which was awesome. Seriously, I'm up for Chrome next month. And maybe the next rave. We'll see.

Esp.

You cheap bastards know who you are.

TO THOSE BASTARDS WHO TIPPED SOPHIE'S CAR AT NEVEREST:
You are the scum of this earth. You are the most disgusting assholes ever, and I hope that one day when you have a car, it gets tipped by some gross skungy assholes, hopefully with you in it, so that you can see how it feels.