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Content christmas cat with mistletoe and popper. I bet there's a really shit pun inside that popper. Oh hey, Spen, you could probably write those jokes in the future. I'll give you an example.

That's so down your alley, Spen.

Next we have the Australian christmas cat. What is an Australian christmas without prawns, drinking and cricket? Not one I attend is the answer (although my family doesn't drink all that much and sometimes we forget to play cricket, but there are always LOTS of prawns. That is for sure)

Don't get me wrong, though, I don't like christmas. All it is is mass consumerism with religious undertones and awkward family get togethers. Each year I try and make sure as many presents as possible are home made or free trade to make myself feel a bit better about the whole thing. I'm a fan of the idea behind it, giving, but that doesn't always come through and instead it's about people trying to demonstrate love they feel they should have for others through poorly chosen gifts that have no thought or sentiment behind them. And there you have it folks, one of the few things in the world that makes me squirm uncomfortably. Christmas.

I encourage everyone out there to put as much thought as they can into their presents to others this year. I know a lot of people out there are artistically inclined so instead of giving a loved one a voucher to a shop how about you give them a painting or a comic? Once again, though, don't get me wrong. I still enjoy christmas because I am one for milking as much enjoyment as possible out of a situation as possible. No matter how you go about christmas or any other festive holiday just make sure you have fun. Savour it for all it's worth. Also make sure you eat a prawn at some stage on the 25th of December.

P.S. I'm not that much of a scrooge. Sometimes. It's all good fun.

And no this is not what went down on schoolies. Sadly. As much fun being a greasy haired womaniser is, it is not what I decided to do with my week. What I did do was party, juggle, party, swim, party, party, almost get assaulted by a drugged up angry neighbour, party and go to a music festival. Damn good times.

Now I have lots of time for painting, drawing and photography. Get ready, kids.

Oh! I also did my first ever paid anything that relates to art! I did some photography for the fashion label Green Eyed Monster (the photos on the site are not mine. Some animations will be added to the ones I took and then hopefully they'll go up on the site.) Go check them out! Environmentally and morally friendly clothes for guys and gals and most of them have pretty pictures of birds on them! I am totally not bias because it is totally not run by my step mum. At all. Totally. They are also really comfortable.

Enjoy life, everyone. Kay?

As you may have guessed I drew this with the trackpad on my laptop. Is anyone else game enough to try it as well? Go ahead. Draw yourself using a track pad or a mouse. Spend maybe 5 minutes on it? Hell, let's call it a meme that I am starting.

Also here is a photo of me in my last ever history class. There are two things you need to know, it was a dress up day and every day people sing me happy birthday. My teacher decided to throw a party in class to celebrate 202 days until my birthday.



I am thinking about making a short comic story kind of thing. More on that later. That is all.

I guess I will be telling you about my trip to the Royal Melbourne Show. It was pretty good.

There was a goat. It liked to eat its enclosure. I have to admit he was persistent if nothing else.


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Best. Book. Ever. $4 marked down from $27.95. Does anyone have any dreams they want me to interpret for them? I'll give you this knowledge for free: If you dream you are in a desert it means you are feeling sexually baron/unfulfilled. If you are searching for something in the desert then it means you are looking for something to literally fill you/your desires. A few nights ago I dreamt I was in a desert kind of setting and I was looking for something and then suddenly my Dad was trying to drown himself in a pool filled with cubes of jelly. I don't even want to begin to think about what that means. There were also some robots and orcas involved in there somewhere.

Also go check out deathchalupa   he does some damn fine comics of his dreams. That and his style is just amazing. Go friend him. Now.

I haven't got much for you at the moment apart from my pages from my sketchbook and some more photos. 

I can feel exams coming on. There are 25 days until my first exam and 37 until all my exams are finished, as is my schooling career. Not that I'm counting. To really hammer in how much work we have to do our politics teacher gave us a revision booklet today. It is 370 pages long. Goodbye social life?

I would marry aperture control functions on cameras if I could. 

Now for your enjoyment:

The MX is by far the most credible novel, I mean newspaper, that the world has ever seen. 

I took a lot more, but a most of the good ones were out of focus. Oh well. 

Any one ever read a book called Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close? It is a bit on the depressing side of things but at the same time it makes you want to go out there and live life to the fullest. So of course here I am at home on the internet. Maybe I'll go out and live tomorrow. Or the day after. Some time soon, for sure. You should too (that is read the book and live life). 

Have some photos. Tomorrow: A close analysis of a dead rat. It was quite interesting and I took a disturbing amount of photos of it. 

Also I had an interesting idea for a photography exhibit. Maybe I'll look into that further after exams.