They burnt our pier down.

I leave Hastings and it all goes to shit. Gosh knows what'll happen now. Perhaps I'll go back soon, settle the peace. I feel holy.
Poetry by Chris.

Alash.

I feel as though I have not one anything creative for a while. I've been churning out birthday cards like noone's business, but I'm not sure how much they can actually count.

I've tried to watch No Country For Old Men twice now. I'm wondering whether it's possible to consume this film without being stolen by sleep.

Nothing going in, nothing coming out.

All change soon though, fingers crossed. Luck is a state of mind though, we'll have you know.

More sleep. More. Sleep.

Bookshelves

Being the rubbish sister that I am, I still haven't given mine a birthday present. This is fairly poor performance seeing as her birthday was in December. Given that I still can't get out of her precisely what she wants, I thought I'd give her the cash for the new bookcase she needs.

How much are bookcases?

Exactly.

I still don't really know, but I did stumble across this excellent post on CreativeCloud:
http://www.cartridgesave.co.uk/news/20-sensational-bookshelves/

I especially love number 6, the cave bookshelf and shall be expecting one from Santa when I get a decent pad.

Well, I did the wordsearch and the KenKen.

I feel very disconnected from the world today. The closest I've gotten to the news is drawing a Hitler moustache on a photo of Rhianna in some paper or another. I'm not sure it was even today's paper. Turns out I must be one of the millions of morons dooming this world with our content ignorance. I don't know what's going on politically or economically, but I've got a vague idea of what finally happened in Lost, a programme I've never even watched. I'd say I was living in my own little bubble, but I think that glorifies matters a bit too much. A bubble could be pretty fun, if not quirky.

My May (it is May, right?) resolution is to read more blogs and books. Not just blogs and books that I feel I should be reading, as that would be pretty short lived knowing my attention span. The hunting boots and machette are out; here bloggy bloggy blogs...

An oodle for my friend below. Good old pencil and Photoshop. Shoddy linework, does the job.

I never meant to let you down..

http://www.asofterworld.com/

I like Pina Coladas. Not so keen on getting caught in the rain.

New favourite website: http://designerscouch.org/index.html

I simply stumbled upon this place but I've found so many gems on there. I especially love (love love) the stuff on the blog. There's too many to post on here without turning into designerscouch myself, really.

I can't decide if I find Karl Persson's paintings disturbing or enchanting, which is probably why I'm finding them so fascinating. I'll keep you posted on that, maybe. (You know I won't).
Link: http://karlpersson.org/ thanks to (another link) DesignersCouch.

In other news, I morph into an undergraduate in a few months. Soon I will be an unrecognisable monster buried in artstuff and paper, emitting the ghastly stench of cider and noodles. They'll discover me in three years time under a mouldy layer of baked beans, impaled on an HB pencil and wonder, "What the hell happened?" Sounds glamourous, huh? I am terrified of the workload. Literally shitting a brick*

Anthony Gormley's exhibition is in town. I should probably check that out; looks good.

*No, not literally literally.

I once fell in love with you...

...just because the sky turned from grey into blue. Call me a cat and rattle those bells, CoCoRosie are playing at the DLWP, yes!! My wages are poorly already.

I must say, wee Charlie Saatchi has anti-done me proud by releasing another Q&A book. No interviews, indeed. Still gonna read it though - the questioning seems a bit more trivial than in the first one.

My my, that was a short blog. I do apologise but I have some dinner to consume. Cheerio!*


*(No, I'm not having Cheerios for dinner...)