Well Hello Mr Fancypants!
How sad is it that I don't even have time to blog? Deadline upon test upon due date upon work shift. Exams are only 12 days away and the most attention I have been able to pay them has been to print out the timetable. I have noticed citizens getting restless. Anyone for some cake?
These are a few things I might have failed to mention about my trip to The Fairest Cape in December.
I visited the Newlands Brewery with Frank. The air outside was the most delicious air I have sniff-tasted so far (rich-and-cereal-like-even).
These bartaps were well and truly frozen over. We were allowed two complimentary pints each. When the bartender disappeared, Frank and I helped ourselves to more.
This is a "puzzle" hanging in Oblivion - frequented by non-jock, laid-back regulars in shorts and slops. I had it on good authority that many a drunk patron has tried to rearrange the usually jumbled pieces into a complete image. Such a lot of effort when you could see the unmolested image hanging in the men's bathroom.
They're also got a range of games to play including 30 seconds and "Dare Jenga". I both wore a halter top and belly danced on the table.
Not much to say about this. I guess this Penny Arcade strip is now slightly moot.
This was made for a Record Sleeve competition a couple of weeks ago. It took me a couple of hours and it turned out very messy. I handed it in to a lecturer that was involved. There was meant to be some sort of an auction of the numerous entries with the proceeds going to the Hospice. On the night there was only one sleeve and mine was somehow missing. I'm thinking either my lecturer kept it for herself or, most likely, the organiser tossed it with a snide "Pffftt wahaha".
Working in the bookshop can be draining at times. It's not difficult work at all, however there are difficult people to deal with every so often. We often stand around chewing the fat but receiving and packing away new stock can certainly build up on you. There are advantages: discount; access to such rich, creative material; finding interesting items; etc...
This one caught my eye for its strange names that remind me of someone.
Ladies and gentlement, please warm your hands for the one and only, Mr Jack Johnson.
These are a few things I might have failed to mention about my trip to The Fairest Cape in December.I visited the Newlands Brewery with Frank. The air outside was the most delicious air I have sniff-tasted so far (rich-and-cereal-like-even).
These bartaps were well and truly frozen over. We were allowed two complimentary pints each. When the bartender disappeared, Frank and I helped ourselves to more.
This is a "puzzle" hanging in Oblivion - frequented by non-jock, laid-back regulars in shorts and slops. I had it on good authority that many a drunk patron has tried to rearrange the usually jumbled pieces into a complete image. Such a lot of effort when you could see the unmolested image hanging in the men's bathroom.
They're also got a range of games to play including 30 seconds and "Dare Jenga". I both wore a halter top and belly danced on the table.
Not much to say about this. I guess this Penny Arcade strip is now slightly moot.
This was made for a Record Sleeve competition a couple of weeks ago. It took me a couple of hours and it turned out very messy. I handed it in to a lecturer that was involved. There was meant to be some sort of an auction of the numerous entries with the proceeds going to the Hospice. On the night there was only one sleeve and mine was somehow missing. I'm thinking either my lecturer kept it for herself or, most likely, the organiser tossed it with a snide "Pffftt wahaha".
Working in the bookshop can be draining at times. It's not difficult work at all, however there are difficult people to deal with every so often. We often stand around chewing the fat but receiving and packing away new stock can certainly build up on you. There are advantages: discount; access to such rich, creative material; finding interesting items; etc...This one caught my eye for its strange names that remind me of someone.
Ladies and gentlement, please warm your hands for the one and only, Mr Jack Johnson.
Stick a fork in me...
Labels: books, design, holiday, photography, studies
At 10:00 Debaser mumbled incoherently.
9 Comments:
Excuse the terrible layout. Raw html is disgusting without tables or proper style sheets.
Now you know why I'm Emo. I aim to please. 8)
I will excuse the layout. It's a new post, afterall! Hooray!
A post?! I'm shocked.
This is why you should all live in the Cape. We are cool. And quirky.
And, Mike, that's really disturbing.
gawd - is really a post from our much loved debaser?
Cool picks - quite a few look strangely familiar... I can't quite put my finger on it?
Later
I'm glad about the new post, but I hope we won't have to wait so long for the next one! Exams shmexams!
I can't believe that lecturer kept your art... so there was only one album cover? Maybe there were a lot of people like you who had their stuff dissapear. There's more to this case, I just know it!
was the album cover for the electrotrash competition?
The ElectToad party at the Capitol Theatre in town? I saw you are an Arts student. What are you studying and what year?
not technically an arts student - am a student and also a filmmaker. studying ba, majors art history and english, at unisa. mentioned the electrotrash competition because a friend of mine was supposed to adjudicate the covers.
whooo! a post! love the pictures lol :)
(i know...im not sayin anything constructive/intelligent/...*sigh*)
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