Trolling K road

I'm not in town to often. But when I am I usually spend a lot of my time trying to make myself look like a tourist of dirty power boxes and grotty signs. I got a ton of photos of all the latest stickers. Also found a sweet art gallery. Apparently their new site got launched last night. So if you ever get the chance check out Rebel Yell Gallery sometime.
Dang it. Now I'm gonna have to go back into aux cause I didn't get photos of what I actually went in there for. We have to design a guide booklet. Oh well.
Yesterday I started on my flash project. I forgot how much I loved that program. Hopefully in a couple of weeks you'l be able to enjoy the fruits of my labour. Platform game anyone?

BMD/Seekayme

Cracked Ink

When love is just to mooshy

Remember! When talking about those you have loved and lost, there's no reason for it to be melodramatic. Memorize these lines for the next time you have a falling out!

"I thought I was the one!!" "You ARE the one.. Of many."

"I'm sorry, It's you, not me."

"You're my other half, but unfortunately I would prefer to be half a man than to be joined to another half a man."

"Ok, but if you ever want to go out with me again, you know where to find me, here, outside your window. CRYING."

"Then I broke up with Jasmin." "Aw Jasmin is a pretty name." "Yeah, that was my favourite thing about her to."

Hallelujah I'm a Bum

I found this record at Grandmas today. I was digging through her old vinyls checking out the cover art. A lot of the Moog ones seem to have been ripped off completely and can be seen on kids shirts. It's sad that they won't even know what I'm talking about when I mention Moog. Sigh. It's a hard life being cool and being able to namedrop old stuff no one thinks about anymore.
I handed in my final illustrations on friday. The picture below is the half completed colour final. While the one below that is actually just something I did for fun. I was walking into uni when I found this sweet bit of wood that looked as though it had been ripped off a white kitchen cabinet or something. So I yoinked it and just slapped paint on, and then put a paste up on it. Looks very preschool.

He needs a name.

Street Arse

You may recall my last Graff day where I took a bunch of sweet pics on Railside Ave. Well you can now see them all plus a few extras over on Street Arse now. Awesome Site full of good ol' Kiwi vandalism. It has my seal of approval. It feels good to contribute to an archive of New Zealand street art.
We must remember that graff is an ephemeral art form, and in a couple months the pieces we walk past everyday on our way to work will soon disappear or be covered by a new one, and the photo's we take will be the only lasting memory that they ever existed.

Also you should totally help out Hanna and her fundraising efforts!

We now return to our regularly scheduled program *Turns off computer and runs around in 'Life'*

Final half, Start!

My two week break is up sadly. It feels like a lifetime since I was last at uni... I probably should have taken that lifetime to get my final illustration finished =S. Oh well. She'll understand when I tell her I had to desperately finish this paper-craft figure of Ramona from Scott Pilgrim vs. the World.

In summary of what I have accomplished over the two week break.

Got a job managing a website.

Did a bunch of oldschool game inspired comics.

Went up north.

Wrote a shitty song. 

Brushed my teeth.

Also been taking photos of more stickers here abouts. I've read about this particular phenomenon before but it has never struck me as much as it has in this picture. It's the idea that street art changes its meaning over time, or is enhanced by the space. So this sticker was originally of a little sad thing. Now it's sadness is enhanced by what the weather has done to it (as well as what appears to be someone scratching at it), making it look abandoned and lonely. I think that's all very cool.

IFM

IFM

Goodbye August

It's just ticked over to september (on my computers time anyway). So to celebrate I leave August with a few graff pics I just didn't find an appropriate time to put up.

Photo by boomtastik

Northland

Well Hanna beat me at going and telling the internet about us totally rocking out in RL. I was going to copy paste but she demanded I write my own account of events. So fine. Here I go.
The planning for this started shortly after (Or during) our Taupo excursion when Matt 'n Keir realized that Hanna wasn't one of my nut job friends. Which is always a relief when you have to share rooms and spend a couple days with someone you don't really know.
Our trip was originally scheduled in the opposite direction and half the distance from where we ended up. But it was a couple weeks ago when I was freaking out about getting my Pepsi junk in on time.
Anyway, we did our usual ritual before going on any sort of trip. Me and Matt messed about playing guitar and junk until it was time to leave to grab Keir from work. That's also about the time He decided to pack for it.
It was a pretty uneventful trip apart from the random stone cracking the window on the drivers side. Oh yeah. And we had to stop in the middle of nowhere so I could take a leak. I have what's called a "womans bladder" in the business.
We got to Hannas, which is situated in Okaihau. Cute place.
We all ended up sleeping in Hanna's room. But after I ran out of stuffed animals to hiff at Matt, attempting to cure his stertorous, I had to retreat to the living room to sleep. I woke up later and found Hanna on one of the other sofas asleep as well.
We woke on Saturday, ready and refreshed to take on everything that had to be done on our brief stay. We drove to The Waihoanga gorge walk. Hanna insisted it was a public place. But by the amount of electric fences we had to jump, guard cows we had to evade, and strafing from Magpies we got, I was seriously in doubt about her statement. it was a cool waterfall, but not as cool as Rainbow Falls we saw later on in the day.
After doing the walk we decided to try an alternate route back, to try and avoid the various hazards which we had encountered on the way there. Unfortunatly we got stuck in another field with an even harder electric fence to thwart. Even the tree stump we tried using to jump the fence was electrified, as Hanna found out.

We eventually made it to the car and set off for some forest pools, I think they were called. It's this secluded bit of stream, with a cliff face up one side and a pebble shore, made of grit and river stones.
The girls took a swim there, floating down on the rapids, while me and Matt honed our hunting skills by throwing rocks at thrown rocks.

Deciding to have a change from natural beauty we went into town and had dinner. Afterwards we went to these natural hot springs. Well, we didn't really get to try them, since as we got out of the car I realized I left my beloved bag in Mc D's. So it was a worried half hour drive back into town until I was reunited with my bag. If you know me, then you realize that the implications of loosing my bag is a big deal. That ratty old thing has been with me longer than my hat.
We got home and everyone seemed about ready to crash into sleep. We waved goodbye to Hanna, and set off into the night, for a four hour drive home.

The sun had crested on the green rolling hills to be replaced by the White Lady, her face aflush by the radiance of the day bringer. We raced beside her as we forged our way to our destination... We forged way faster than the stupid moon can.

I really wanted to get a photo of my knee near a waterfall.