30 December 2010

This and that

Well, it's been a fucked up, up and down kind of year. Maybe more fucking down than up, considering.

Next year should be fun. I've heard rumours that none of the staff want to be my supervisor for Masters.

That's kind of gratifying but also annoying.

Arseholes should fucking come to the party, I reckon.

25 December 2010

Back in the day

I'm the eldest in my family. I reacted badly when my brother Jeremy came along when I was one and a half. I did the conventional things like try to flush his teddy bear down the toilet and lead him out to play in the traffic.

I showed him those learn to read books that have a picture of a cow on one page and the word 'cow' on the facing page. I'd run my finger under the word 'cow' and say 'sheep'.

Before he could walk or talk, I'd break something, put him next to it, hit him so he'd start crying, and then hide in a good vantage point near-by to watch the ensuing fun. Until the day Mum snapped me, that is.

A few years ago, we were out drinking and talking about this. Jeremy said he wouldn't tell me what the worst thing I did was. He was going to wait till we're older and he'd got his revenge first.

I reckon he's making that up. His sneaky plan is that is his revenge – making me worry – so I am therefore nonchalantly unconcerned.

Fucking family eh?

24 December 2010

Bollocksing bollocks

Yesterday, I had a couple of wet paintings lying flat on the table in the sun. The fat bastard monster cat, who is really fucking stupid, promptly walked across them.

Here are the traces left on the table:

The fucking bastard. Now I've got to fix the mess he made. Very annoying.

22 December 2010

Ye gods

13 December 2010

Quote of the day

Does this outfit make me look fat?

- Liz Maw

12 December 2010

Te Horo museum craziness

On our way to Auckland yesterday, we stopped for breakfast at Te Horo.

Breakfast and the crazy museum.

10 December 2010


Smith's to wear to The Fall on Monday, CĂ©line's for some friends, and Picabia's just for laughs – and to round out the best of the best: best musician, best writer, and best painter.

09 December 2010


Being fickle, I've signed up to Twitter again. I tried to resurrect my old account, but they weren't having any of it. I even needed a new email address cos my one was 'in use', along with my old username, by the defunct account. Arseholes.

You can find me here.

08 December 2010


Okay, so it's fucking freezing at the moment, but that is an aberration. It has been incredibly hot, bright, and sunny.

And with colours like these to look at:

I've gone lurid:

Fucking animal hair gets everywhere.
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