House Sitting & living with a expletive cat

So I've been house sitting for Jono and Chris at their sweet ass pad. On Saturday (My first day on watch) the other dude turned up (Sorry man, your name is like a beautiful butterfly, which flits off never to be seen again.) So I was like oh ok, no need for me to be here today. On sunday Chris rolled up, exact same circumstances. So I didn't need to worry that day either. On monday Jono's brother was there. but not to stay, so a little awkward but all good. It is now tuesday night. And my what a rickrolling time I have had. Monday I was hesitant using their microwave. And the cat kept me company while I watched Shooter. What a nice friendly cat. Apparently it doesn't belong to them but they feed it anyway. Its got a bell and everything. Anyways, kicked mister cat out for the night. couple hours later its crying on the back step. It went on and on for ages. So I did what I normally do to things that don't shut up. Went outside and give it a friendly boot. And then a shoe for extra measure. Every few hours after that it would come and cry at the door. To be honest Im not really to sure what to do with it. considering its not theirs and everything. And I've been brought up to believe that cats live outside at night.

So yea, the lil shit will cry at the door and then run away when I came to let it in (Try the other tact since kicking it didn't help) Unfortunatly it remembered my legs so yea. Wasn't going near 'em again. So much for a good sleep.

Tonight I'm going to let it sleep inside, since apparently its forgiven me now (Since its been

raining). Its sitting on the bed beside me, every now and again making sensual advances towards my lap. Where it can lovingly perforate me with its little claws.

Also The toaster doesn't seem to pop the toast out. It just seems to sit there, happily burning that slice of toast that was silly enough to fall into its clutches.

Feel free to come over and bring me something to eat. Also I will give you a free cat.
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two thursdays

Two thursdays a go I went to hamilton. Two thursdays ago I said goodbye to my grandma for the last time.

Me, Matt 'n Keir had been gearing up for ages to go to Hamilton for no reason for a while now, to celebrate Matt having his full license. We had a chilly bin full of coke, a shit load Matthew the mathematician carefully calculated.

We were getting ready to go when keir suddenly had a job interview, so she went off to do that. About the same time Dad sent me a text. Grandma was on the way out and I should probably go see her while I had the chance. She had been going down hill for the past week or so, going in and out of conciousness.. Water in the lungs etc...

I decided to walk. The day was AWESOME. The sun was blasting down on us, but there was still a slight morning chill about the air. so it was comfortable. I sipped on one of our cans on the way across. My mind wandered in other directions. Dredging all my memories of Grandma up. The two that popped out as being the earliest sprang to mind quickly.

I must have been about 4-6, cause I couldn't read at the time, but I had developed a sharp interest in Asterix comics (as well as tintin, but there was far to much talking in that for me to handle,) and I'm sitting with grandma making her read bits of it to me that piqued my interest(Asterix in Belgium). Pointing at one frame I ask her what it says "Lets get them!" she says in her old person voice. "And what does that one say?" "Aaaaaaaarg." she replies. Cracks me up now thinking about it.

The other occasion that I recall is when I'm a bit older. She's staying with us and twenty dollars goes missing. I'm instantly blamed. I was furious, the injustice of it all! This was a miscarriage of justice I tell ya! She found it behind her bed a few hours later and Mum demanded she apologise to me. Ha ha. After that I vowed that if I was blamed for stealing and I hadn't, I would go and nick something so at least it was true. Lol, kidding.

Although, which is better, Being bad and having the truth? Or being good and given a lie? I

I made it to the hospital and found mum beside her knitting, which sort of reminded me of those movies when someones about to be hung, and the old woman are suddenly compelled to make that scarf they were working on last execution. Grandma was having trouble breathing, and was unconscious. I had never seen her that bad before. She's that grandma thats always in hospital for one reason or another. Oh did I mention she once drove her car down a bank, and into someones deck/house?

Mum said that Grandma could probably still hear us, so we were encouraged to talk to her. It was an odd one sided conversation, telling her about my plans for the day etc, and then talking to mum about her own parents and grandparents (My great grandparents). It was a real cool experience really. It felt like I was listening to all of these stories of my long gone past. The sun was still filtering through the window. It was ground level so you could look straight out onto the trees and grass.

Mum asked me what my goals were. Not thinking overly hard I told her how I want to update the parables to a more modern context. get some humour in there etc, help people relate to it, the same way they did back in the day.

The time passed quickly. I kissed grandma, and gave a jovial goodbye as I went to meet Matt 'n Keir.

We got ice and a chilly bin, filled it with our "shit loads" of coke. At PaknSlave the checkout girl asked us why were going to Hamilton "Uh no reason, just cause we can really." "Their going to the comic bookstore" Keir said truthfully. I went and stole something so at least I could be bad and live with the truth. My awesome street cred was totally destroyed with that comment Keir, THANKS. Lol. Kidding once again, ahhh. What a card Izak.

We played road games all the way there, and listened to our combined music. Unfortunatly I went mental when choosing my own music, so about 90% of the music on the player was mine. Oops.

The crazy thing about the tron is that (as Matt observed) You only need to take about two right turns from his house to get to the Hamilton CBD. So we never got lost. Which is cool. But it would have been cooler if we had ended up in Wanganui (With or without an H its still the same place. AKA we must have missed a turn off and went a waaaay to far.)

We were all sorta spooked by the tron. Where were all the people? Why is it so quiet? Why does the Mc Donalds wait for its ingredients to spontaniously pop into a product resembling a burger rather than doing it by hand (Which takes about a trillion years less time to do). Oh wait. Were not in Auckland, ha ha, Silly us. We got to the comic book store, got a 20 sided Die and another munchkin expansion.

Just on the outskirts of town heading home I got a text saying Grandma had just died at 2. I guess it was time.

Bradley Hathaway came on the radio. And it was really good to listen to.

to be continued (Much like the last post I did.)

Headspace Reunion

This blog was primarly started to immortalize my adventures last year with headspace, so it would be a crime to not write about the reunion now.

day 1 (friday): Got woken up and told that if I wanted to get a ride into town I would have to go at 10. My bus leaves at 12:40. I spend the next hour or two on the waterfront enjoying the glorious day and blistering heat by sitting on a bench with my vaguely fem bag, watching the ferrys while absentmindedly fiddling with my... rubics cube.

I get no word from Jo during this time, no matter how many texts I send her. She's catching the same bus as me to Tauranga. As the time arrives to leave still no word from Jo. I get on the bus and waylay the driver for as long as possible. Still no reply from Jo. I presume she's dead, or at the very least immobile somewhere in a ditch.

Just as I'm getting out of town she texts saying that she's been texting the wrong number the whole time, she saw us pull away. STINKASAURUS.

Spend the rest of the trip wondering what Tauranga looks like and whether or not my bus is going in the right direction.

Get there at about 4, where I spend some cool hangout time with Mark. We change the tires on the old Headspace van, still sporting scars from its year spent with us.

Then I got sleepy and decided to do the rest of this post later.

Why do I want kids?

This was an interesting question posed to me by long standing mathematician Matthew Rust. While on the subject of children he queried me, and after I told him not to try any more gay shit on me he asked me why I wanted kids. Wow. That joke just made this whole first paragraph sound.. dirty.

So being the stubborn person I am I side stepped the question cause honestly it isn't something I haven't put a whole lot of thought into.

"Do you want kids just because thats what you have been told/or always just expected." I can't remember the exact words he said, something to that effect. So now I have composed a list from point A to point Z on why I think I want kids.

A: The process of making children has always appealed to me.

B: I have always wanted little clones of me, since cloning technology hasn't developed that far yet ill settle for the old method of making people that vaguely resemble me.

C: It'l give me something to do apart from eating/sleeping/working/dieing.

D: Someones gonna have to look after me in my old age, and I don't think my own parents would be up to the job by then.

E: I want to battle my children against other children to see who's got superior genes.

F: Gives me an excuse to hang around highschool girls again later on in life.

G: Gives me an excuse to act like a child again myself.

H: Gives me an excuse to wake up every few hours and get grumpy at something apart from car alarms.

I: I want to name something "Morpheus" and I don't want to waste it on something stupid like a pet or inanimate object.

J: Want something to love.

K: I don't think there are enough Taylors on the planet yet.

L: Want to show the world I'm serious about having a million babies.

M: Need child to fix and work all the electronic wizardry that will obviously exist in the future that doesn't exist now and I wont be bothered learning myself.

N: I want to lie to something that would believe anything, and I'm afraid other parents will correct all the mistruths I put into the heads of their own kids.

O: Want to be that dad that kind of frightens the boyfriends of ma daughters.

P: am thankful that I'm alive and assume that they would be to.

Q: Want to see what I missed when I popped out. I don't really remember it, I don't mind having a slightly different point of view either.

R: Want to show woman who's boss by indirectly inflicting great physical pain on them lovingly.

S: Send them to music lessons that they'l absolutely hate until later on in life when they come to be thankful for it.

T: Because it was built into us to procreate, and who am I to argue with that?

U: now that Matts challenged me on this I can't NOT have kids.

V: want to bless the world with the fruits of my loin.

W: Not abort them and say "These are the ones that are going to cure cancer."

X: 'cause their cute

Y: wants to know for certain if a babies first poo is green and sticky.

Z: Why do I want kids? "Because I can. (With a little help)"

HeadTree (A short story illustration)

Enjoy!

IFM: Musings of Art and Life

Update 21/10/13: Huh, The links broken now. It used to go to my issuu account, so check out my library page for other issuu type stuff I've done. I guess we'll never know what my musings are, cause I honestly can't remember. Guess it wasn't that important.

SUPER post

Well it seems as though that ol' rascal Brian Tamaki is at it again. Him and his cults. Well Boys will be boys. Especially ones who have power trips.

Now first off I was informed the other day that "blogs gave people the idea that their opinion actually matters." Now I would like to kindly point out that this w

as said over the internet, thus making his opinion more than just a little ironic. Be more self concious next time fish face. Any way! Back to MY OPINION >=( .

Today while driving all over Auckland I have been seeing billboards of Tamaki looking very sinister, grim faced, emerging from the murky depths of the black background. Along with that is the words "A super city needs a super church." I would beg to differ.

I think a super city needs a super hero. It should be the only way you can label Auckland a super city. Or perhaps Tamaki should dub himself the "super bishop" before making a "super church" for "the" "super" City. Shit. I went a bit nuts with the "things" "there".

Wow, isn't this blog becoming a veritable pumping house of current affairs! Makes a change from the fringe culture of graffiti and getting picked up by random druggies in the middle of the night. Speaking of which (Not druggies)!

A bunch of buses in the inner city are painted up by the cut collective. I saw this one randomly and was able to grab a shot. There's meant to be prizes if you can get a photo of five of them.

Well, I thought that this was the 100th post. But I might be wrong since I got a bunch of unfinished drafts from over the last (almost) two years. So if your feeling board, heres a scrap book of them all here today, unfinished for one reason or another.

2/14/08

Vampires day

I went dumpster diving on valentines day and found this old tatty board and decided to deck it out in true holiday spirit. "Happy Vampires day", Thats what I presume it is. Walking around the streets all I can presume is that its vampires day. All that neck biting going on between happy couples and the sharing of body fluids.

Everyone did valentines cards for everyone. Fun fun. Woop woop.

We leave this camp tomorrow. Thank goodness. I havent wanted to wash any of these clothes by hand. and I'm in short supply... I think thats why I'm not getting as many hugs as before. -_-

I also seem to be catching Jo's cold. DARN YOU. Darn you to HECK!

So yea, Happy Vampires day girls. I know at least one reads this. ha ha, Hanna.

3/22/08

Splash planet

Well it was rather a dissapointment really. Well the bumper boats were awesome when we went waiting in line. And smacking into Zac all the time on the Go Karts was amusing. Its just that the rides don't seem to have the speed or excitement of Waiwera. Maybe I'm just getting old and patriotic or something. Also they don't have any hot pools, apart from one pool which feels as though it is heated with the combined effort of all the small children peeing into it at once. I never realized how much I take hot pools for granted till now.
At one point I went to push Frank down the slide, His matt stayed where it was as he went shooting down. At another point Peaky tried going down the slide without a matt, it was rather pitiful watching him pushing himself down.
Last night we watched Jurrasic Park, me and zac stayed up talking and occasionally got freaked out by Frank and Peaky sleep talking. Our conversation summed up is "Blah blah blah WOA are you awake? he's not awake, hahahaha. blah blah blah."
Oh yea, the other day Frank sent in an irish joke to a radio station and won some gift cards to KFC, lol, so we got to use em today.
Jess gave me chocolate this morning! Yay, turns out I did get chocolate for easter after all! Our paintings are starting to be sold now at riverbend. It'l be interesting to see how they go. Emmily and Hahays are awesome as.
Classic conversation between me and the Caltex girl. I try to strike up a conversation. "Oh hi, wassup, its nice to see someone new." "Oh I'm not new, I have worked here two months." "Oh, ok, I usually come in here when the night shift are working." "I am the night shift." "Oh.. Well in that case.. Did you replace someone?" "Yea, Kelvin." "Oh aight, was he the fat one all the tall one?" "the fat one about this high?" "Yea yea!" "That was my UNCLE, Hes working the day shift now." ".... Thanks for the coke."

5/8/09

well its 3:30 in the morning. Im currently listening to the second proper release cd by greenday, "dookie." I listened to their first album "Kerplunk" and for the most part the songs were throw away forgetable.

Best song on the dookie album is "welcome to paradise" and maybe "basket case" because its so true.

Why am I doing this? because they got a new album coming out next week. and I think it might be decent. Before now I only listened to the songs that we have been fed like "wake me up when september ends" "Holiday" "american idiot" that sorta thing..

3:50 am. Finished that album. Now onto the "insomniac" album. ha ha. How Ironic. "no pride" The first songs pretty good... "brain stew" is a good change of pace..

4:23 woops. missed an album. their first ep "1039 smoothed out slappy hours".. The first song "16" is cool.

10/22/09

My eyes are tired. I should sleep. Finished my essay and handed it in this afternoon. Things are winding down. But this is only our world. On the dark side of the sun a world is being birthed.

Oh I think I figured out why I didn't post these before.. BECAUSE THEY SUCK.. Yes believe it or not my posts go through quality control. We usually ignore spelling errors though.

americans having paddys

Well lately it seems America has been throwing a bit of a paddy with itself. So they're probably even more self absorbed than they were before. Somewhere in your day to day life you may have heard about Joe Wilson, the guy who shouted "You Lie!" at Obama during a speech. This has prompted a rather vement attack back at ol' Joe. People are calling it outlandish and immature. This got me thinking, what would Americans think of our politicians? If you have ever heard the parliament in session on the radio you might know what I mean. I swear our people spend more time calling each other dorks (And then spending the next half hour complaining at Mr speaker to make the bully apologise.)How would they react if two of their politicians went and had a fist fight outside the white house?

Food for thought.

Wow. Only two more frickin weeks till uni is over and done with. My first year as a student designer is almost over! I don't feel magically any better at anything.. I guess that happens when they give me the degree or something..
I shall leave you with a few more photos from my museum excursion.

All the visuals

Yesterday I went to the museum to do some research for my propoganda paper. Instead of taking photos in the museum I just took photos of the graff down K road. Unfortunatly I put my camera away before I got any pics of the cut collectives new stickers. Why do Graphic designers need to take a paper about waitangi anyway? Why do nurses have to? Why do programmers need to do a course on political correctness? Just don't be a dick. Jeeze, cracka.

Rabbit Fusion

A god encounter (a short comic)

Climate Change 4 Realzies!

Ok so this is a personal accounting. I saw a sudden shift in climate! It was like a catastrophy I swear! One moment I'm baskin' in the sun, and next moment clouds come along and start raining! If this wasn't climate change then I don't know what is! Something should be done about this!

Oh I know. Lets make a new tax to pay, but lets think of it as a donation to the planet. Oh hang on were already gonna do that? Ok.. So where's the money going? You dunno? Me neither. I'm sure all the governments will get together, put their money in one big box and then throw it into that volcano on Hawaii where the Scientologist Aliens were genocided. Then We'll offer up a prayer to mother nature to save us and get rid of our sinful CO2.

Hang on. Wasn't the CO2 Levels higher in the last ice age? I thought we were gonna burn. I guess thats why we renamed it from global warming to climate change. Someone fucked up there I guess. Wow. the advertising was brilliant, I barely even noticed the shift in wording.

In other news I totally won the first cycle of Keirs Photo thingy. The theme was "A slice of heaven" the place where you go to have a bit of peace and be happy. So I chose my own head, or more specifically Drawing. So this is a physical Recreation of the inside of my head. Hectic images crashing together. The postit notes that are stuck to me are to help me blend with the background, or to show that I'm a part of it.

Breaking headline! From last night. Fun story, so I'll tell it. If for nothing more than to catalogue odd experiences.

So I'm hanging out with my favourite married couple Matt and Keir. Were hanging out for a lot of the evening. And its about 1am or so and I'm thinking about leaving, but these two nutters are like, "God I'm hungry, Lets go to Wendies." To the sadness of many we had to go to MCd's instead. Matt's not happy with them.

Were sitting at the drive through. Keir freaks out at all the sleeping birds in the tree's above us. 20 minutes later we get to the window and their like, "We only take cash." Were surprised by this "Wtf, You know we live in a cashless society now! Jeeze."

Those weren't Keirs exact words, but she voiced our reaction of "Why didn't you have a sign up or something!"

So we go get cash, come back, get our food and shoot off to find a place to eat it. Now consequencly we park at the same carpark that the Creepy drug/sex crazed gay guy was from a few posts ago.

Matt likes this idea as much as he likes McDonalds. But were eating, steaming up those windows, when Keir suddenly freezes "Omg, theres someone coming towards the car!"

We see this big Maori boy out there. Matt winds his window down and the exchange words.

APPARENTLY his car broke down and he needs jumper leads. He also mentions casually that one of the windows is smashed in. He gets really insistent about us having jumper leads. He's not a very good listener, and he has trouble understanding our most basic statements of "No unless someone magicaly snuck jumper leads into my boot, there's nothing there." We look anyway. And he doesnt understand that "YES. WE will go to gull and get you some leads if they let us."

So we drive past where he's parked his car. Its parked around in a particularly dark spot, with lots of bush in front and beside it. We get to gull.. And keep going. SCREW that. were not gonna be the next unwitting owners of a blunt object in the head. We go home. With our night ruined.

a few weeks later we read this post, and laughed.. Crazily.

Hey hold up. How can they tell us that the end is nigh because of global warming? They have trouble enough as it is predicting weather next week. Let alone twenty or thirty years from now.

"Silence is consent" He shouted.

So lately I have been getting angry at our little government again. The last recorded time I was this grr was the end of september 2007. When our nanny state was trying to pass its Electoral Finance Bill. Everyone was really up in arms about it. Still makes me grr about all the crap that went around with it.

Now its the smacking bill. 9 mill wasted so Key could just be like "Lolz, to long, did not listen."

I think I'm gonna have to agree with Richard Prosser of "Investigate" on this one.

"...We should split the cost 113 ways, and send every MP who voted for the Bradford Bill invoice for $79,646.01, because we didn't want it, and we said very clearly at the time."

When %88 of the people who voted said Nai to this bill, it creates a very clear message. it means its a very very clear "NAI" ha ha.

I think it wasn't a very good look Johnny gave us at the begining of this referendum. Stating that he wouldn't do anything about it no matter what the results were. This is a great way to deter less motivated voters from not bothering to post their little slip back. And then afterwards they can dismiss this entire ordeal by going "Oh only 50 or so percent of voters voted on this referendum thingy." although as mathematician Matthew rust says "it means 44% say yes to smacking 6% say no and 50% don't really care enough" Its true. Hes a mathematician.

So, keep this in mind as you read the news, We put the members of parliament where they are. We employed them to their position. And one thing an employee shouldn't do is backsas his boss, waste the bosses money, and be inert at a time when the Boss is shouting at him to get a wriggle on. WRIGGLE ON!

Feel free to shoot John an email. Or add him as a friend on Facebook then immediatly defriend him in unapproval (Oooh, shunned.) j.key@ministers.govt.nz

Silence is consent. So if you think this whole thing is ok you can stay quiet. =P

In other news I'm on my holidays now. Woot. My arm guitar is finished and handed in! Woots all around.

I am also taking part in what Keir jumped to call a new "social Experiment." I know she did it to make me more interested in doing it.. And yes it worked. I am. I have joined a models thingy on Bebo. Populated by girls. And most of these girls (With the exception of a few) only have the photographic capabilities of a person who spends all day taking pictures of topography. I'm the only guy. Adventures abound. I'll keep you posted.

Sad truths

I found this article particularly amusing. I found this via baywords.com but while I see where their coming from with privacy of people it seems as though someone finally found a way to stab People in the face over the internet. "your gonna be mean to me? I stab!" Sometimes you just have to face the repercussions of your actions. The net isnt always such a forgiving place.

Amusingly This comment that

"She pointed out that the blog had attracted little notice and would have languished in obscurity if Miss Cohen had not sued."

I think this can safely be said about 90% of all blogs. the Blogger could probably have told all his/her friends its opinion of some random model by word of mouth and still more people would have heard their opinion. Anyway. Its getting late. And this is a post about a post on a blog. How lame. Ill have some cool pics up tomorrow to make up for it. I promise.

Encounters of the worst kind

I have been planning this post for the past few days, I was going to fill it with some zany encounters with people with a punchy one liner or something. But all these stories got topped by something that happened less than ten minutes ago (Its 11:38 currently.)

I stayed late at school, finishing up an assignment for tomorrow. I vowed to stay there till its completed. After I post this Im gonna have to go and write the rationale, so technically I still haven't completed it. Sigh.

Anyway, I catch a late bus home and it drops me in Henderson. I'm walking along and I see a road cone, which (with my designers eye) would look awesome on top of Matt and Keirs car. I vaguely note a car parked by itself in a car park, with its lights on. So I pick up the cone and wander off with it. I'm walking down Matts street when the car that was before parked was now pulling beside me. I was expecting a red faced concerned community spirited do gooder. Turns out its someone about 20 or so. So I instinatly relax. No one our age cares about the community. "Know where to get any weed?" He says, reinforcing my observation. My thought at the time was, wow, I guess I do look sorta dodgey dressed all in black.

"Ah no man, Sorry. I don't do that sorta thing. Have fun though. I thought you were someone who was gonna tell me to put this motha flippin cone back." we lolled and he drove off. I thought that was that until the car pulled back up beside me.

"Hey do you wanna earn a 100 bucks? Its real easy." he asks again. "Ah yea, I guess." I say, Who DOESN'T want to earn 100 easy dollars? "What do I have to do?"

"All you have to do is lie there."

"Huh? Lie where?" I was invisioning standing on the road with my eyes closed as he took an easy kill at 80k an hour.

"Just lie there and close your eyes."

"What? Fuck that!" No way was he gonna catch me like that, I wasn't taking no beat down.

"Up to you mate."

"Yea what the fuck. Screw that."

As I walked away I realized what he was actually getting at. My face instantly crumpling into "WTF WTF WTF" mode. Suffice to say I kept my scalpel in my pocket for the rest of the walk home (But not before putting a road cone on Matts car.)

All gone!

Well, The holidays are over, my sister, hubby, and children are all back at their undisclosed country, and I'm straight outa coke. Ah well. Probably a good thing. I'm paranoid about getting diabetes at the moment. To keep my mind off it I went and got the latest Simple Plan CD. Since I have to keep myself occupied until mutemath and streetlight manifesto release their next set of epic songs. I have been thinking about Simple Plans latest stuff for a while but never got around to it till now. I heard they were better than their last set of stuff that, although I dissed mercilessly, was actually catchy enough to listen to over and over again. So yea, I heard they got away from their whineyness. They did I guess, but wow. I'm not entirely used to listening to something so blatantly mainstream poppy. I guess its pop for a reason.

Uni has started. I'm placing my bets on when people will start freaking out. I'm guessing week 4 will be when everyone snaps and realizes they have wasted the last couple weeks picking their noses saying there isn't anything to do.

I stayed till 6 tonight, just to listen to this old german guy tell me about evolution and point out why guys suck. Although it seems to be working for him. He has a real charm with the ladies. All these oldish woman giggling like schoolgirls around him, it really was quite a sight to see 0_0. So it was more a spectacle than an actual lesson. Ah well, I'm just thankful I didn't need to take public transport home. In lue of all this, rock out to this ONE simple plan song. Just in memory of my wasted hour. (And yes, I changed the code of this embed so it wouldn't automatically play, I'm no hypocrit. The people who know my opinion on webpages playing music at me will find this amusing.)

Izaks wittle job intiview

Well. Before I ellaborate upon the title of this I would just like to give a summary of me at this current moment. its almost 1Am. I'm trying to be as quiet as possible, tuning down for the night with relient K's "The lining is silver", "You'l always be my best friend", "In like a lion" and "The thief" All great songs. Check em out.

Anyway, today I had my job interview with EB. Fortunatly, Emma (my interviewer) lost her notes on what she was gonna ask, so I got to take the bull by the balls and get kicked in the face. After that I realized I got the saying wrong and decided to keep going with my anicdote.

I was pretty tense when I got in there. Laugh politely whenever I see her face crack into a smile, that sorta thing. She said as introduction "Oh wow, your right on time. There was meant to be another girl coming into today but she never showed up." "Oh that kinda sucks." I say sympathetically. The guy minding the counter laughs "Awww man, that sucks so bad that she didn't arrive." in an outrageous "woe be me" type fashion. I reply "Yea, man it REALLY does SUCK. I'm gonna have to take her job and stuff now.. Stink."

She asks if I smoke. I, realizing that this is the first test go "ew! No way, smoking is as bad as pedophilia, I would never do that in a mall." Turns out she smokes. And that last comment never happened. Anyway, were walking outside to pedophilize and we get onto the topic of which mall we would use during a zombie appocolypse. I respond that malls are a bad choice, since it only takes one old lady who thinks her dog is important to compromise the entire mall.

Anyway, we chatted about the importance of ninjas and pirates. Talked briefly about my weaknessess "Well, I can tend to be forgetful, but it means I can't hold grudges."

Talked about the big wednesday loto money. lolled at her comment "Man, What I could do with that much money... Buy a PS3."

Bought ice cream, frollicked, laughed together, spun around on swings.

"Im sorry I can't hire you." "AH F**ge!! Hey! F**ge isnt a swear word! Its like a safe alternative."

And the moral of this story is, Buy mirrors edge. Because it could possibly get you a job! (I dont find out for ages whether or not the interview went down well. It'l probably go down worse if she does a background check on me with google and stumbles over this blog. Ah well. My post came out as more a trip to fairy land than an actual accounting of events.

Apparently all is wrong with the world

Well, Turns out, Matt, my time wasting excuse of a friend has created a blog, and done.. five posts(?) In the time its taken me to do none. So check him out, He's sure to do something That will not only be intrigueing and probably funny, but also completely incomprehensible. Like that one time, when we managed to create a repeating loop, that created an image so big it started to expand onto other websites, blanketing the entire internet in pixelated goodness. America had to shut down the internet for a bit and do some repairs, It took ages for all the janitors to clean up the mess.

In the meantime I have been, hm, Shirking? That would be the best word to use. Shirking over there, shirking on the floor. Playing munchkin again for the first time in forever! Jeeze thats an awesome game. It really makes you hate people. Which most people fin

d a novel experience. If this card doesnt make you want to go out and buy it then you

r boring and probably watch coronation street.

So much to type so few that care

Hmmm, A number of topics I would like to type about but Probably won't: Celebrities, and how they meddle in affairs that are not their own.

the mayan 2012 end of the world plan.

Different generations use of the internet... Actually I will talk about this one for a sec. I was having a conversation with this dude NormalAlex. This was just as I had revamped the blog, and was getting some critique about it (He was quite helpful, although we both thought each others templates were yuck XD.)

youl notice at the end were both rather perplexed by each other. For those who can't be bothered reading our interchange, he wonders why I refuse to put ads on my website, and Im dumbfounded as to why he would find ads interesting. I don't know if its my anticapitalist temprament (Lol) coming through, but I don't feel as though putting ads on my blog (Or anything else I do) is a good idea. I did back in the day, but now I feel as t

hough I'm "selling out" or whoring my sites if I do. People get enough advertising as it is, I do not feel the need to force more of it on people for personal gain. And besides It would make my site look fugly.

On a slightly different topic Check out the flicks of my Sculpture at work on campus, sitting in its lofty perch, provoking ideas of bullet time and some sort of grotesque spiral appendage coming off the psychology units balcony. Ha ha.

weekend conspiracy theory

While pottering around the lounge (unusual for me to be outside my room I know) I noticed something on the news.. And it suddenly all made sense. It all lined up. The news doesn't want us to have holidays! Let me explain. Every long weekend without fail we get a special report. this time they called it the "Queens birthday weekend road death toll."Every long weekend they like to remind you how many people die, just in case you were starting to relax. and then they imply that it is because of the long weekend. You never hear about "the end of april road death toll." or anything like that. only during long weekends. If they do this long enough they will eventually convince the government to ban holidays, due to it being detrimental to the survival of the population. Weekends kill people. Its true. Think about it 0_0

on a darker note. In dutchland or whatever some pretty nasty stuff went down. This guy tried ramming the royals in their bus during a parade. But only managed to kill on lookers.. Hatchbacks kill people.

Testing

The blog is in a great need of revamping, its boring to the eye balls, and doesn't reflect the feel that I want to give the blog. *a few hours  of frustrating tampering and illustrator work later.*

Well, I think it was worth it. Its a wee bit dark. But I think it looks tight! my Amatuer coding skills still serves me well. Jeeze. Is anyone else freezing? Aucklands getting cold as at night now.

These are a few flicks I took the other day. Thats Te Pai Skate park there. The day was rather cloudy, but this bomb still looked really bright. It was almost sureal. A bit like in the afternoon just before the suns gonna set, and you get that crazy glow.

Broken Link. Sad Face

This is near my bus stop in the city. I like it. Its all hand done, so you gotta caress it lovingly on the way past.

Was a piece by OddOne (Broken as well)

And a random sticker by an Unknown (Broken)

Another one in the city down some forgotten street that you'l never be able to find if you were looking for it.

Oh yea, If you catch the 895 or 090 did you happen to see an eftpos card? Its blue.. And has my signature on it.

Find a purpose before you sing!

Im roughly 9 hours away from a test that I have still yet to properly study for. Now seems like a perfect time to do a blog entry. Lately I have been heavily immersed in a lot of new music. I Listened to every single greenday album (Including the new one, a week before it came out), Been recommended a lot of music, Rocket summer(One album), Mewithoutyou (Got two albums now), Amber Pacific (Two?), and the latest Goldfinger album (Woop woop!) which I got from real groovy with Jason on the weekend. Oh yea! Jason from headspace came and chilled out here on the weekend (as another excuse for me to not study.) We caught up with Zac and Jo at Zacs little birthday shindig. Yaaaay. Good to see a bit of the crew.

Well Ill stop panicing after wednesday I think.  After thats its smooth sailing into a six week calm ocean of probably chicken factory. -_- (Goldfinger would not be pleased)

My latest project for school is becoming pretty epic, although not as epic as my scroll. Its like this steel crazy thing. Nat cut it out of the sheet metal for me tonight (For which im eternally grateful and now realize I will never work with steel ever again unless I own all my own tools and have all the time in the world to do it in. Not two days.)

Ok, I just found this, written by a guy called Jim Lane.

One of the most studied periods in history was the so-called Industrial Revolution. It hit England in the early 1800's and much of Europe only a little later in the century. Sociologically, it's hard to understate the impact this "coming of the machine" had on daily life. Like most drastic changes, it had both positive and negative effects upon the citizens of every society it touched. Most of all though, it gave birth to a permanent "middle" class.

How sarcastic did that Paragraph sound to you? Maybe I suck at reading, but wow. All those quotation marks really felt like they were dripping with sarcasm. The "so-called Industrial Revolution" XD. Ok, I realize he's probably trying to say something like "Thats what it was called later on when people looked back." But if you read it right it sounds more like "I see no proof of this crazy little time period! Your all blind!"

But what I'm really trying to say here is. Goldfinger kicks the ass of greenday, any day.

Whole little of nothin'

The weekend was good. Although being sick was a bit of a dampner. But on friday I handed in two assignments. One of them being a finished Printed tshirt. Not AS sexy as I thought it would be. But hey. Its still cool. I posted a concept of it 2 posts ago. Here's what it looks like in completion. When I get the shirt Back I may take some photos of it.

Ok funny experience. Anicdote for you... Hmm, not a lot happens when You sit in the same room all the time. I know! A vid from Thailand! Yay.

Anzac Day?

Well I missed the dawn parade. And the Mid morning parade. And the midday parade. I should probably start waking up at a healthy time instead of 1 in the afternoon.

But thats ok, because to the surprise of all the adults "youth" seem to be coming to the dawn parades in unusual numbers. Its funny that it still comes as a surprise because I recall the last few years have had similiar reports. Its that one time of year when they can't say we have no respect. Lol. I'll go next year. I promise. Or maybe Ill buy a poppy. Hanna did. That makes me so unpatriotic. Ha ha.

Well looks like week two came and went. Damn.. I still haven't got everything in order for monday... Ill do it tomorrow.

Mid semester break

Dear blog. Its the mid semester break. Guess what I have been doing? Nope. Not all the crap load of study I should be catching up on so Im fully prepared when we start back in a weeks time, what are you? crazy? Ha ha ha ha, yes you must be. Or maybe I am... I'm talking to a blog. I'll have to put something about that in my next thoughts thingy on facebook. People love a good witty stream thing. -_-

So yea. Been squandering my life for the past week. Been sick mostly. But other than that I have been staying up till like 3 and waking up at midday, in time to watch the sun go down and do it again.

Been addicted to role playing on a MUD. So much fun.. Oh yea! And putting out embarrasing amounts of quick pics from illustrator. Trying to get comfortable in it. I keep comparing it to flash. Shouldn't compare! Comparing is what old men do! "Psh, thats not a scar.. This is a scar!" he said as he put what appears to be a wooden leg on the table. "This scar is so deep it came out the other side and took my leg clean off!"

Oh yes. And I'm in the process of adding the thailand vids to youtube in 5 minute eps. I promise their entertaining. Ha ha.

Your face is Terabithia!

Woa! What the! Two posts in one night? Izak You must be bored! No! I just realized that I can do video editing now that my computers all quick and nifty. We made this one in.. January I think. Maybe before we went to Phili Even. Ah well. Here it is. Enjoy

I can't write!

Today we handed in our essays for critical studies. I think I pulled mine off alright. There are a bunch of errors in the way I did it throughout, but overall I did ok. I feel sorry for everyone that was still doing their piece 30 minutes before hand in. 0_0.

I was contemplating putting the essay on the blog. But I really don't want to bore you with it. So instead, as a tribute I shall write a 3 minute 3 second blitz essay. What does that mean? It means I'm going to do a sum up of it in three minutes and three seconds. Why three minutes 3 seconds? Because thats how long the song is I will be listening to while Writing this. Now your challenge is to listen to the song and read it. And if you don't reach the end by the end of the song I can type faster than your face can read. (Which is highly unlikely.)

Im doing an essay about Andy warhol. A long long time ago he went and ripped off a picture of marilyn monroe. He didn't even change anything. Much like that guy who did the obama "Hope pictures" but that guy got taken to court and andy didn't. Cause he has funny sun glasses and is all mysterious and art. He actually had more of an upper hand because he lived in a time when people were still pushing the limits on art (Or in some peoples cases putting urinals in art galleries for the lolz) But you know how these things go. When one pony does it everyone else follows and then the big people havbe to do something about it like make copyright laws. A bit like the internet and downloading. When it first started no one had thought about laws for the net. Now their doing all sorts of crazy dumb laws that stop me from stealing stuff like the song I'm listening to. Oh no i'm out of time!

Well. that covered like Only one point. But it was the most interesting point anyway. Quick side note. The guy who created the iconic image is also the street artist who designed the "Obey" pictures. I may have mentioned them in a time long long ago. I know theres an original styled one on lincoln road. But yea, He started off doing stickers. Now he just did a picture that will go down in history in one way or the other.

Arty people suck at writing.

I would just like to take a brief moment to imform you of my latest discovery. Bohemians, and especially their commentators SUCK at writing stuff. Well, thats sort of a lie, they can link huge words together beautifully. You can almost hear their innunciation of each word. But to be honest, who are they writing for? Their peers who already know all of it? Or for the common man to build himself up. Probably their peers, Or at least I hope so, because if they aren't their failing miserably. I'm in the process of reading a bit of this Ebook about Andy Warhol. Its all good when it has comments from Andy Warhol himself. Oh he's the guy that did that picture of Marilyne manson over and over again in different colours btw. But as soon as the blasted writer starts doing his thing its pretty much, ok whatever. He may be able to proove to the world he knows a lot about art history, but it doesn't exactly make for a good read.

Maybe its just because I'm still a novice of the subject, or I'm a dumb ass, or I'm not used to the crappy writing style. I guess I'm just gonna go back to playing GTA on my DS now. Wooooo.

 

Late night huh?

Hey first off, shout out to Hanna, Get well soon huh! You can't work when you feel like you have been run over by llamas now can we?

What you see below is the combined result of a whole bunch of pictures. Nifty huh. Its for Uni. My first assignment that's due on wednesday. Fingers crossed. Ignore all the links up there, thats so I can reference all the pictures I used (I'm very untidy when it comes keeping things together.)

Uni is mean fun. Wen't to Harries party the other night. Ha, it kinda sucked cause I didn't know anyone, but the few of us who stayed late talked about DBZ and every other anime on the planet till four in the morning. Mean fun. Well My eyes are killing me, so I'm gonna go have a shower and go to sleep.

Welcome to uni. where you may access anything you may need.

I would like to start this post by saying that I think the Cover picture I did this time is freakin mint. It was unbelievably easy to do. All you need to do is be incompetent with cameras, and fairly confident with flash. Tada.

This week at uni has gone real quick. A whole new range of experiences has come out of it all. Drawing for designers. Man, its really given me a flow now, that I never had before. We're doing gesture drawing at the moment. I'm sure Phil could give you the entire history of it. But pretty much its getting the essence of a figure. Your not drawing a person, but an object in space, and it all flows. Its quite fun, and it makes the most novice of drawers experts. Because now they aren't held down by fiddly details. It took me a while to get my groove on, starting with some worrying results. But Its all G now. I hope its what Kura (Our teacher) is after. Cause if it isn't I'm screwed. Ha ha.

Critical studies, lectures, was fun. I'm suprised that the "There is no absolute truth" popped up so quickly. But it was fun to muck with, because (As I said to our lecturer in my smart ass type fashion) If there is no absolute truth, and that statement is absolutely true, then it cancels itself out. I'm not sure the guy was into the philosophy at all either really, just teaching it to us for a different point of view. But meh, twas fun.

I think its design for designers, or whatever, is gonna be the most difficult. Our assignment is called "Book Of Days." its all to do with typography etc. And it has to be themed around our name, which sounds like something they would do at primary school. I'm pretty sure Kura (Same one from life drawing) is using us as an experiment in creativity, by not giving us much details.  Frustrating, and a bit of pressure, but hopefully we will all yeald good results.

Mac lab.. Psh, pimps, the assignment is the soonest, we have to fuse 5 pictures together with photoshop to make a colage.. Ok the spell check isn't working. Don't use google chrome people, it sucks ass.

Me and Matt are gonna sneak out some night and take photos of junk. Should be mean fun.

I also notice I drift a lot. hmmm.

I would now like to take some time out with a short study of some graffiti. Notice this first example, the green, badly written one at the top. "All taggers are gay" written by someone who obviously hasn't done graffiti before and who obviously doesn't see the irony in what they have just done.

These following pictures are typical of what can be found on walls infested with graff. And it doesn't help their case in defending themselves from any possible accusation with gayness. 

If you start to grow an obsessen for drawing over inflated penises I suggest you change your meds and seek a health proffesional. This last one I just threw up because it looks cool.

oh.. I see now.

I went to the orientation day at Massey university today.. Yea it was ok. Yea, I have seen all the movies, university is that place where you get hammered every day, and have lots of "fun" and stuff. I didn't know that was actually a cliche based on facts! Its so in your face. I asked this chick what she had been doing for the past week (Shes staying on campus) and she told me that she had drunk every night. Yay. I haven't seen someone so proud about trying to pickle their kidneys before. And our uniguide Oscar was telling us how he was naked almost the whole time on his first year on 0 week. Everyones buying tickets for the pub crawl and the various stuff going down at the on campus bar. I might be a bit more forgiving of that if all the bands weren't hip hop.

In general I found it a wee bit awkward, I'm not going to describe the various groups I have made boxes for because then you would really know how Narcissistic I really am.

Keep on rockin', Hopefully monday will give me a more optimistic outlook.

P.s. I'm actually pumped for the course. Do not be worried about that.

Such is life

Haven’t posted in a while. Stuff has happened. Heh. STUFF. Hate that word at the moment. Spotlight by Mute Math on the other hand is an awesome song. Check it out. Anyway, did our talk about Phili yesterday. I was gonna do a song but we ran outa time. It would have been good, but I’m sorta glad it stopped there. Heh, yesterday was actually really good. I’ll step you through it. Guaranteed to make you Lol at least once. Me, Phil, Sarah (omgOSH), Zara, Aimee, and Margret were doing a panel like thing. Zara was describing manila “Its just like a big concrete… Big concrete.” I whisper “Donut” “Thanks Izak, Yea, a big concrete donut.” I got a kick out of it, even if no one else did, im just rolling around on my seat as the interview continues.

Flip forwards a bit, I’m talking to the new gappers after church. Wow, their good kids. ha ha. Unlike the ‘08 crew. We were bad asses. Sneaking out. Causing havoc. Getting together. And then getting untogether later. =(

But anyway, their going to the cascades and they say I gotta go.  I was like “Dude, Robby come on man we gotta go.. Please.” he got work off that afternoon to  hang out. So we jump in his car. On his restricted, and me on my non licence. “Ok Izak, If we get pulled up by cops you have to pretend to be drunk so I can say I’m just doing the right thing and driving you home.” “Hmm, You have done this before I see.”

So we don’t really know the way to the cascades. His dad told him to go towards his nans place, but not. Sounds like surfer logic to me.  Were driving along and he goes “Oh crap, were on the wrong side of the tracks were meant to be over there!” Then turns to look down the road again “WOA A COP ACT NATURAL.” I snap into my guilty blank face and Robby bounces up and down on his seat grinning like a maniac with his eyes closed.
I’m surprised he couldn’t hear us screaming to be honest.

Anyway, we get up into the waitakeres and then take the wrong turn, going to the opposite entrance to the dam. We pull up to this hiker who’s getting ready to do his thing. “Hi, excuse me, do you know where the falls are?” “Yea mate,” Pointing across the

road “There’s a sign, start there.” “Oh ok, cheers.” then we go hooning off, I see the sign he was gesturing at ‘Fairy falls’ “Those are the wrong falls the lier! Oh wait, I just realized, he probably thinks were eggs for driving right past the entrance. Hope he doesn’t jump in his car, chase us for a while “No we don’t want to go to those falls!” “Yes let me help you!” Then goes smashing into the side of us to disable our car so he can help us whether we like it or not. “You have to go this way! Your going the wrong way! Let me help you!” “Unhand me!” ” Phew. That was all just a messed up fantasy. But hilarious at the time. We eventually made it to the gappers. We walked to the falls and I was egging Robby to dive in. I eventually said I would do it if he did. I jumped in with my dickies on. Come to think of it, that’s probably why I was having trouble staying on the surface. I took my hat into its second waterfall. Gotta love that old thing. It got personality. Ever since it got acid rain from phili on it and started to bleach it. That waterfall was so friggin cold my limbs were all seizing up. But it was good. Its the first time I have swum there.

Later on the gappers booted a wasps nest and the golf course got filled with wasps, demanding to know what happened to their crib. This freaked Robby out far to much. I told him not to struggle, but he insisted on flailing his arms around hitting every point wasp he could.

The moral of this post is as follows. Mute Math still rule, even if they do a song for tWHYlight.
Robby is freakin hilarious to hang out with.
And dickies dry surprisingly fast for jeans.

Doesn't he look like a jerk?

The end and the start

A song for the first and the last

The end of many things change a lot of things
bring me back the delorian
February first, may it stick in my mind,
This day Sarah will leave us behind
The begining of the fourth headspace,
I still yearn for the third, what a disgrace,
Both I will memorize the memorys that I chase,
But In the end I guess I'll just have to face,
The bitterness of time that leaves a taint.
(Whats up with Mark and "mate")
The end of many things change a lot of things
bring me back the delorian
looking at constellations upside down
walking the streets and stalking the town
why do I get nostaligic about the last two years
before the last two years have passed?
The end of many things change a lot of things
bring me back the delorian



On a side note, I have been staring at this mint piece on K road by thisisrabbit for about a week.

Philippines over

Check all previous entries on the Philippines to see groovy pictures, courtesy of Sarah.

Let me recall the last few days spent in Philippines... Ok, you can't blame me for trying, so today at work- Lol, just kidding. I'll try harder than that.

We drove back to Manila, because we wanted exhaust pipes to keep us warm, because the weather in the provinces was getting rather cold. But hey, I'm not gonna complain, it was an answer to prayer. Literally, I think all of us on the roof were praying it wouldn't be warm, this reminds me of the scripture "if two or more come together on a roof of an orphanage their prayers will be heard." I thought it was rather obscure at the time I read it but it makes sense now. =P

The mural we did turned out awesome. I'm stoked with it. I gotta find a higher res version of it. The sketch I'm holding is the original, before I sketched it onto the wall for Phil to fill. Aw, that was lame. I didn't even do it on purpose.

Anyway, back to Manila. From what I can remember we hung out for the last few days doing nothing much but fraternizing with Australians (Who were all really cool by the way, they make up a million for that random ass guy from the Museum. They were all second generation chinese and it was the first time in ages I could talk about gaming and stuff and actually be fully understood. It was kinda refreshing. One of em is a programmer working on an online soccer game. Crap. I don't remember its name. Ah well, it hasn't been released for beta yet or anything anyway.

We went to the mall of asia. One of the largest malls around. If you check out the link and the thumbnail, we were having dinner on that veranda you can see, when a fireworks shoe went on (Behind the photographer) out on the bay. It happens every friday and saturday. The place felt so classy, It was a good last dinner in Phili, it really made our night.

We seemed to visit quite a few malls, much to Gordons discust. The last one we visited (A few hours before we were due to leave for good) me and Phil went to see the curious case of benjamin button. It was a mean movie. But if someone could please tell me what happens when she finishes her story and the storm comes would be much appreciated, we had to ditch cause the movie went for far to long and we had to leave for the airport.

We rushed to the airport. Waited for ages. Got on a plane which took us to brunei for the night, same crummy airport, which we didn't have to stay in long cause we had a hotel. The auzzies on our team had to pay a visa toll or something. Which kinda screws any australians coming in, since money exchange is straight after immigration etc. Thus impossible to get to. We heard some australians later on in the airport "How come the New Zealanders don't have to pay? Do they hate us here??"
Yes.. Yes they do. Heh, I jest. How come australians keep popping up in my stories? Ah well.

The hotel was swish. Although it took a while to figure out how to make the shower work. I had to ask Chris. Took him a while to. His moe is probably gone now. Sniff. It shall be missed.

We then got on another plane, I watched three more crap movies, read some more of Bourne Identity then landed in auckland airport at 4am, much to our welcome parties discust. Went home. Went to bed for a few hours, and then got up again so I would adjust to the time zones.

As I lay in bed pondering everything that had happened, the entire journey felt like it took only one day. I got up in the morning flew to phillipines, did a million awesome things, and this was how it was ending, getting back into bed after a hard day. I closed my eyes, and swum in the darkness of rest.

P.s. That would be a good end to it. But the next 2 sleeps I had were really bad cause my brain was furiously trying to process everything. So the imagery gets a little less romantic when I'm thrashing around like a tumble dryer trying to think less and sleep more.