I take off my robe and wizard hat…
I’ve got the painters in.
My painting stuff is coming along well, by the way, I’ve produced a few, with varying degrees of happiness at the results.
James reckons I’m better than most of the people on his course. I don’t know. I reckon I’ve moved from Intermediate school to somewhere around 5th form level, at this rate I’m going to be a nuovo padrone in no time at all.
I’m not even starting ‘Ceci n’est pas un Magritte.’ for a while, sketched it out, but ummm, I don’t want it to be completely cack-handed.
So at this stage I’m still just playing around. It’s great fun. Very therapeutic.
I’m very pleased with the names of my paintings so far:
- Ninguno Elephants.
- Buzzy Slug.
- Maybe Dylan.
- Grumbus.
Anyone who wants to see any of them can bloody well wait. I’m not sure I want to show them to people who might point and laugh, and that means all of you bastards.
People suck. Review your food.
People mostly suck, but I’m glad to be one.
Also, please fill out the restaurants thing.
Chocolate Fudge Brownies. Awww yeah.
Chocolate Fudge BrowniesFrost.
Frost, right, well, frost sucks. For another thing, you shouldn’t ever be able to see your breath while sitting in your office, that’s stupid. Especially if the heater is on and the door is firmly closed. Maybe I should turn more of the computers on.
I meant it about the brownies, by the way, but I’ve got too many looming deadlines to get them up right now.
Hang about, just a sec.
Bakermonkey presents chocolate brownies. Any minute now. Honest.
Volcano High
The other night we (Jimbo, Lummox (nee. Olderon), HotR & Moi) wandered down into our fair city for a spot of Film Festival Fun… Volcano High was on the menu, and it was güt.
Vaguely reminiscent of Battle Royale (the whole teachers vs. students in a future world in which there have been mass student revolts, etc), only with magic powers rather than crossbows or molotov cocktails.
Looks like it had a much bigger budget, though, with lots of fun CG, and stuff. Also has lots of physical humour, which probably make the laughs much more accessible to the non-Korean speaking audience.
James mentioned something about it being the anti-Harry Potter, and there is definitely some of that in it, though thankfully no podrace^D^D^D^D I mean Quidditch.
I’m not kidding.
You’re in serious trouble, it’s a proven fact.
By the way, add stuff to the restaurants thing right now, or I’ll kill you.
Painting id an expression of my ego.
I was out shopping with hot red the other night and chanced upon some canvases… I thought ‘right, I’ve already got some canvasses I’m not using, but perhaps if I get another one, it’ll be motivation enough to finish another painting’.
I’m painting my own interpretation of everyone’s favourite Rene Magritte work, I’m telling you about it so I’ll have my own ego forcing me to finish. As I’ll be putting a shot of it up when finished.
Is even my own ego, as mighty as it is, enough to get me to actually finish this work?
Notice I’m not telling you when it’ll be done.