I’ve put the occasional T-shirt up for sale on RedBubble. The mark-up isn’t very huge as I don’t really want to make money from it but if you want, I’ve got two t-shirts available now. The shipping is only about $7 for two shirts by standard delivery anywhere in Australia so they’re a bargain, really.

The first of my Emo Pug series:

And this one, which was inspired by my work colleague who was as utterly exasperated after our meeting on Friday:

A shithouse photo turned slightly less shithouse with a handful of actions in Photoshop. Kinda like it now.

If there’s anyone who can assist with setting up Flickr so I can post direct to my blog, it’d be much appreciated. Having trouble with the API Endpoint rigmarole.

So my mum turned 55 this weekend. (Happy birthday, Mum!) and I took her to see Mama Mia.

Lots of fun, with more actors tripping out on speed than you can throw an ABBA album at.

Colin Firth, dearheart, light of my life, please… don’t ever sing again. You’re cute and you have a fantastic “wet shirt” moment and you look great in a pair of shorts (no chicken legs for you, petal, nooooo) but singing is not your forte. Stick to narky, bumbling and entirely lovable Englishmen please.

Pierce Brosnan, same for you. Do not EVER sing again. Not even for a joke. And for the sake of all that is holy and good, wax your belly. And lose a couple pounds too because it was just a bit disturbing seeing this furry and somewhat wobbly hairy thing that’s 10 feet tall on a cinema screen.

Meryl Streep… My only thought during the film “HOLY FUCK, MERYL CAN SING!” Why didn’t anyone tell me she could sing? Same goes for Julie Walters - and I loved her bit at the end.

All in all, even though I don’t really like ABBA, Mama Mia! is for all intents and purposes, rather fun. Completely ridiculous but fun. I’m almost sorry I missed seeing the actual musical now.

And new artings… Just a bit of practice with light. I’ve been doing so many scrapbook layouts I’ve sort of forgotten the more intricate part of manipping.

Ho-hum. It’s after midnight and the depression has kicked in. Worried about a whole lot of things including (and most importantly) the nephew who doesn’t seem to have quite recovered from a nasty bout of pneumonia. His chest sounds so rattly at the moment and he just has that sickly, fragile look about him that’s even more pronounced because of his already-fair hair and so-pale-he’s-transparent skin.

Definitely not his chubby, happy little self though he does try and be normal - as normal as a sick little 2.5 year-old can be.

Anyhoo, I made an oil pastel drawering a few weeks ago and neglected to show off:

Looks almost convincing, eh?