- Giant Muppet. SWEETT-

A key swapping exercise...

Ingredients:
1. Office Keys
2. House Keys
3. Giant Muppet
4. Saviour or Kind Friends, whichever comes first
5. Shock, Horror and Furious Searching (mixed together)

Steps
1. Leave office keys at home, lock house door and leave for the day
2. Work for several hours
3. Leave house keys at office, lock office door
4. Leave both keys in seperate locations for hours and then have dinner
5. Return home, stir in some shock and horror, and sprinkle some furious searching
6. Call Saviour/ Kind Friend...
7. Dash... get office key from Saviour/ Kind Friend
8. Pick up house keys,
9 Rush back...

Let it simmer... and voila!

One of um' days...

Flare Stack...

I know it's childish of me, I know it is unbecoming, I know it is rude and I know that it is just plain terrible.. but

FUCK You! Every fiber of your being is as selfish and smells like a racoons ass. Your language, pathetic! Your "trift" tasteless! Frankly, I'm shocked you managed to wriggle your way anywhere you abysmal low life. I hope you never poison the gene pool with your offspring nor spill your toxic life onto anybody else.

Once again, Fuck you! Utter scum of the earth, self proclaimed center of the fucking universe.

< /rant>

Being the bigger man is way overrated

"So this is where the magic happens eh?"

"Doubt there'll be much magic going on tonight... I'm wiped out"

"Though, there's a button with the word "magic" on it, think a strange man appears"

*sound of crickets and then a burst of laughter


K & J, many congratulations... truly one of the nicest pairs on earth

Color Blind

The Way Life Is

Some days, it feels like all I'm living is a lie and it's a big pretend as to who I am...

After all, isn't a world a stage and all men and women are just players... A giant monologue pre-scripted as we cower in fear at the back of the stage, in front of the audience maybe even as we leave it...

"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything." — Jaques (Act II, Scene VII, lines 139-166)"

Another Image of a Parisian Autumn

One Man Show

I never seemed to have gotten my portraits correct, so much so I didn't bother going for a close up with this. The subtle image blur is intentional and done by a going slightly out of focus. Black and white using photoshop, nothing quite like using black and white to mask what is already a not so good picture

QUestion:

I think I've found my answer, and for the time being... I'm quite keen on it