Illustration Friday: Lesson

Today's Lesson

Little Jane she wakes up from a dream
a gun like a jawbone down the waistband of her jeans
Mr. Sandman can recite today's lesson in his sleep
he says
there ought to be a law against me going down on the street

Little Janie pipes up and she says
We're gonna have a real cool time tonight

Down the back of Janie's jeans she had the jawbone of an ass
Mr. Sandman runs around the corner, trying to head her off at the pass
he sticks his head over the fence
and yells something way too fast
it's today's lesson, something about the
corruption of the working class

Little Janie wakes up on the floor and she says
We're gonna have a real cool time tonight

Janie says we are all such a crush of want half mad with loss
we are violated in our sleep and we weep and we toss
and we turn and we burn
we are hypnotised, we are cross-eyed,
we are pimped, we are bitched,
we are told such monstrous lies

Janie wakes up and she says
We're gonna have a real cool time tonight

Mr. Sandman has a certain appetite for Janie in repose
he digs her pretty knees and that she is
completely naked underneath all her clothes
he likes to congregate around the intersection of Janie's jeans
Mr. Sandman the inseminator
opens her up like a love-letter and enters her dreams

Little Janie wakes up and she says
We're gonna have a real good time tonight
Yeah, Little Janie wakes up and she says
We're gonna have a real good time tonight.

Today's Lesson
Nick cave and the Bad Seeds

Illustration Friday: Bottled

This week, I thought I'd upload a photo of one of my paintings. Seeing as I love to paint bottles, this week's topic seemed the perfect reason to do so. I spent one and a half years painting bottles in college, then a further year painting bottles in art college, and ever since then all I've painted is bottles. Bottles are cool.

To upload the photo was a simple process involving my digital camera and then a ninety-minute long search for the correct USB cable. I keep all my USB cables, SCART and AV leads, adaptors and so on and so on in one big drawer. So I know exactly where to look whenever I need one, and then its just a question of sifting until I find what I need. Until today, when out-turning the entire contents of the drawer still didn't bring the correct cable to light. So I checked the drawer where I keep the camera.... but no cigar there either. So I bimbled about with increasing frustration checking drawers, and the bits under drawers, and the places down behind the backs of drawers. Eventually, in exasperation, I stormed up to the attic and whipped out my camera bag, and there it was nestled snugly against my Nikon. A digital SLR which, I might add, uses a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT connecting cable. So my question is: what on earth was the point? What was I thinking when I put the cable there?

It has been suggested that behaviour like this is directly linked to the fact that I'm a man.

Illustration Friday: Duet

Casey and Dorian's karaoke sets are always legnedary.

Its a quarter of the way through already, and this is my first post of 2011. After post-Christmas settled down, I spent weeks battling (and losing!) against a particularly vicious virus on my poor laptop. And then I got made redundant and have subsequently been concentrating on other things.
Not the most auspicious of beginnings to the year, but its bound to get better from here on in!!

I left some of the guys behind to keep the blog warm for me, so thanks to The Robot, the Box Giant and all the squirrels.

Here's to good thing scoming in 2011.