I've recently bought a portable watercolours set, wich i've been experimenting with... here's the last results...
Watercolour Sketches
Comprei há pouco tempo um pequeno estojo portátil de aguarelas, ando experimentar com elas pois ainda não tinha tido contacto com este material... aqui estão os últimos resultados...
I've recently bought a portable watercolours set, wich i've been experimenting with... here's the last results...
I've recently bought a portable watercolours set, wich i've been experimenting with... here's the last results...
Brother the Boy Wonder has a blog. Awww. Innit cute?
In further news: revision aaaaaaaaaaargh fuck fuck fuck first exam in eight days fuck fuck fuck argh argh *flail*
pasta for the confused
Put required amount of pasta on to cook (assuming that, with boiling time, your pasta takes about 20 minutes)
In wok/frying pan/something else put generous amount of olive oil, chopped garlic (fresh, dried, jar, paste, whatever), some basil, a tsp or thereabouts of capers, and some pepper. Put on low heat.
Chop up cherry tomatoes. Put in pan with herbs and garlic. If you have no fresh tomatoes, a tin will do at a push.
Chuck a couple of anchovies in the tomato-pan.
Prod with spoon.
Add some water, boil and reduce.
The more prodding, the more it all breaks up.
Do washing up from last two days.
Prod pasta for a change.
Make tea.
Turn pasta off, drain, lob in pan with tomato sauce, prod for a bit.
Discover there is not only no grated cheese, there is no sodding cheese.
Put it in chipped bowl, allow to cool as you've just put boiling tomato sauce in a bowl, ffs, it's not ready.
Write blog post.
Turn radio off.
Turn Sanctuary on.
Eat.
Hiatus
It has suddenly dawned on me that I have less than a month to get all my uni work done, so I haven't got time to compose the epic blog post I've been intending to for a few days.
So, I shall leave you for now with the information that I have the greatest pencil sharpener in the world, courtesy of Simon and the Dr. When you stick a pencil up its arse, it mews. It's BRILLIANT.
Even better, unlike Shaggy it doesn't vomit on the carpet when annoyed (which is often).
I also have a job interview next Tuesday. Really hoping I get it - is only a 10-week placement, but actually pays, and will look very good on the CV. So fingers crossed and all that, even if it does destroy any of my plans for a nice summer holiday before starting NCTJ training in September.
I went to see Posh on Friday. I drank a lot of alcohol at the weekend, won the pub quiz and got sunburnt. I plan to do similar this weekend (sans sunburn). My social calendar has suddenly got far busier. Back in February/March I was stuck in most weekends. Now I must must MUST find time to write essays and keep getting invited down the pub. I'm incapable of saying no to the pub, I'm striving to learn.
I shall try and blog if anything particularly exciting happens, but shall very much be absent for the next month or so. See you all again in June.
So, I shall leave you for now with the information that I have the greatest pencil sharpener in the world, courtesy of Simon and the Dr. When you stick a pencil up its arse, it mews. It's BRILLIANT.
Even better, unlike Shaggy it doesn't vomit on the carpet when annoyed (which is often).I also have a job interview next Tuesday. Really hoping I get it - is only a 10-week placement, but actually pays, and will look very good on the CV. So fingers crossed and all that, even if it does destroy any of my plans for a nice summer holiday before starting NCTJ training in September.
I went to see Posh on Friday. I drank a lot of alcohol at the weekend, won the pub quiz and got sunburnt. I plan to do similar this weekend (sans sunburn). My social calendar has suddenly got far busier. Back in February/March I was stuck in most weekends. Now I must must MUST find time to write essays and keep getting invited down the pub. I'm incapable of saying no to the pub, I'm striving to learn.
I shall try and blog if anything particularly exciting happens, but shall very much be absent for the next month or so. See you all again in June.
We're taking Millie to the vet first thing tomorrow, so I should get some sleep. She's settled a bit more, but she's not eaten for well over 24 hours now, and barely drunk anything - although her breathing is easier. She climbed the stairs herself, but couldn't get onto the bed (so I picked her up); it's all so changeable and I don't know what she can and can't do - she seems ok once she's on her feet, but getting up is a problem, and getting down isn't easier either - this morning she couldn't climb through the back door as she didn't seem to know where her back legs were, and she was completely unfocused.
I honestly don't know what to do with myself. I want to hug her and sob. I'm not ready for this to be the end, but nor do I want her to continue to get sicker and sicker. Nor do I want to have her put to sleep if she's just had a crappy weekend because of the heat and will be fine for months to come.
I don't know. I've got to make the best choice for her, but I don't know what that is.
Your New Favourite
O vosso escriba em foco num artigo do site Geekweek, "Your New Favourite" por Eric Skillman.
Yours truly on a Geekweek's "Your New Favourite" article by Eric Skillman.
Yours truly on a Geekweek's "Your New Favourite" article by Eric Skillman.
FORGETLESS 5 preview
Página 3 de Forgetless Nº4, para adoçar o apetite... ;)
Escrito por Nick Spencer
Desenho e arte-final por Jorge Coelho
Cores por Eric Skillman
Shadowline/Image Comics
Page 3 of Forgetless #4, to sweeten the appetite... ;)
Written by Nick Spencer
Art and inks by Jorge Coelho
Colours by Eric Skillman
Shadowline/Image Comics
Escrito por Nick Spencer
Desenho e arte-final por Jorge Coelho
Cores por Eric Skillman
Shadowline/Image Comics
Page 3 of Forgetless #4, to sweeten the appetite... ;)
Written by Nick Spencer
Art and inks by Jorge Coelho
Colours by Eric Skillman
Shadowline/Image Comics
The perils of cat-sitting
Picture the scene. 5am, I am fast asleep on the sofa when a cat jumps on my face.
Shaggy: Purr purr purr I love you Erykah you're amazing I love you by the way I'm hungry did I mention I love you?
Me: Fuck off I'm asleep.
Shaggy: But Simon and the Dr always feed me at 5am if I'm hungry purr purr you wouldn't want to upset them would you purr.
Me: No they don't.
Shaggy: Do.
Me: Don't.
Shaggy: Do. Will putting my arse in your face make any difference purr.
Me: I was told to ignore you at stupid o clock in the morning.
Shaggy: FINE! I shall go and eat what is left. Though it is probably POISON. Don't say I didn't warn you if it makes me ILL!
*om nom nom*
*huuuuurk*
Shaggy: I told you so.
--
I have temporarily relocated south of the river to look after this creature while his usual slaves are in Glasgow:
I could definitely get used to having a house of one's own; I wonder if I could claim squatters rights?
Shaggy: Purr purr purr I love you Erykah you're amazing I love you by the way I'm hungry did I mention I love you?
Me: Fuck off I'm asleep.
Shaggy: But Simon and the Dr always feed me at 5am if I'm hungry purr purr you wouldn't want to upset them would you purr.
Me: No they don't.
Shaggy: Do.
Me: Don't.
Shaggy: Do. Will putting my arse in your face make any difference purr.
Me: I was told to ignore you at stupid o clock in the morning.
Shaggy: FINE! I shall go and eat what is left. Though it is probably POISON. Don't say I didn't warn you if it makes me ILL!
*om nom nom*
*huuuuurk*
Shaggy: I told you so.
--
I have temporarily relocated south of the river to look after this creature while his usual slaves are in Glasgow:
I could definitely get used to having a house of one's own; I wonder if I could claim squatters rights?
Film reviews - 'From a Whisper' and 'Rough Aunties'
'Play' supplement,London Student, Volume 30, Issue 11, 15th March 2010, pages iv-v.
Singapore fling
London Student, Volume 30, Issue 9, 15th February 2010, page 25.Disappointingly, my photo of the bequiffed pigeon was not included. So, I shall exert sub-editing powers on my blog instead.
FORGETLESS 4 preview
Página 15 de Forgetless Nº4, para adoçar o apetite... ;)
Escrito por Nick Spencer
Desenho e arte-final por Jorge Coelho
Cores por Eric Skillman
Shadowline/Image Comics
Page 15 of Forgetless #4, to sweeten the appetite... ;)
Written by Nick Spencer
Art and inks by Jorge Coelho
Colours by Eric Skillman
Shadowline/Image Comics
Escrito por Nick Spencer
Desenho e arte-final por Jorge Coelho
Cores por Eric Skillman
Shadowline/Image Comics
Page 15 of Forgetless #4, to sweeten the appetite... ;)
Written by Nick Spencer
Art and inks by Jorge Coelho
Colours by Eric Skillman
Shadowline/Image Comics
The Lisbon Studio MAG#01
After all the buzz, never-ending chatter, studio meetings, a lot of hard work but also a lot of fun, The Lisbon Studio’s first collective output is ready to go to print. It’s all very exciting!
With an intriguing mix of comics, illustration, short stories and photography, it’s a good portrait of the mild chaos and creative outpouring going on in the studio. Half art-book, half magazine, this first issue features work by Ana Freitas, Joana Toste, João Paulo António, João Tércio, Nuno Duarte, Patrícia Furtado, Pepedelrey, Pedro Potier, Ricardo Blanco, Ricardo Cabral, Ricardo Venâncio, Rui Lacas, Sara Barbas , and was beautifully designed by Tiago Tavares.
It will see the light of day in the end of May, in the International Comics Festival of Beja, where The Lisbon Studio will also have a exhibition, and will be available to purchase on several specialty bookshops and online, on the upcoming website. We’ll keep you posted!
3 Worst Student Cities
I don't think it'll be any great surprise to anybody which crappy Leicestershire town sprang immediately to mind.
I hope to blog again properly tomorrow. Sunday has been spent recovering from a wonderful, but surreal weekend. These are, I feel, the best kind. I'll be doing it all again in a week; and the week after. I'm not entirely sure when my dissertation is actually going to get written up, but I suspect it may be improved by the presence of red wine.
I hope to blog again properly tomorrow. Sunday has been spent recovering from a wonderful, but surreal weekend. These are, I feel, the best kind. I'll be doing it all again in a week; and the week after. I'm not entirely sure when my dissertation is actually going to get written up, but I suspect it may be improved by the presence of red wine.
Election
So the election has finally been announced as the 6th of May. In future, I would suggest that various media outlets contact me on these matters. The polling card that's been in my kitchen for the past week was a tiny clue to when the election was going to be held... Had I known this was actually news, I'd have phoned the Guardian or something.
I'm now just praying the Tories don't get in. I'm not entirely sure I can cope with entering the world of work and the start of a New Blue Empire in the same month. It's just all too depressing. I may take the opportunity to emigrate. Yes, Labour have done a lot of shitty things, but they have also:
* Legalised gay marriage
* Repealed Section 28
* Introduced minimum wage
* Equalised the age of consent
* Banned fox hunting
* Sorted out the majority of problems surrounding Northern Ireland
Though the less said about top-up fees, the better.
Keeping Labour means keeping the BBC. I love the BBC, if the Tories break that as well, I will actually cry. Labour may not be brilliant, but they're better than Cameron and his horrible friends, who'll just sell everything off to the highest bidder.
Not that it particularly matters who I vote for, as in Hackney South and Shoreditch Labour has over 50% of the vote. I don't think that'll be toppled any time soon. Obviously, I'll still be voting, but it's a tad demoralising that whatever I choose won't really make any overall difference.
I'm now just praying the Tories don't get in. I'm not entirely sure I can cope with entering the world of work and the start of a New Blue Empire in the same month. It's just all too depressing. I may take the opportunity to emigrate. Yes, Labour have done a lot of shitty things, but they have also:
* Legalised gay marriage
* Repealed Section 28
* Introduced minimum wage
* Equalised the age of consent
* Banned fox hunting
* Sorted out the majority of problems surrounding Northern Ireland
Though the less said about top-up fees, the better.
Keeping Labour means keeping the BBC. I love the BBC, if the Tories break that as well, I will actually cry. Labour may not be brilliant, but they're better than Cameron and his horrible friends, who'll just sell everything off to the highest bidder.
Not that it particularly matters who I vote for, as in Hackney South and Shoreditch Labour has over 50% of the vote. I don't think that'll be toppled any time soon. Obviously, I'll still be voting, but it's a tad demoralising that whatever I choose won't really make any overall difference.
Easter
Over the past few days, I have consumed a spectacular amount of wine. I personally think that's what Jesus did over the original Easter weekend: after the Last Supper he went on a bit of a bender and finally re-emerged on Sunday morning having recovered from his hangover.
On Thursday, I finished university for ever. Now only 18,500 words stand between me and the real world. HELP.
Thursday evening was spent in the pub with various Doctor Who types. The lovely Jonny lent me a select choice from the BBC Shakespeare collection, prompted by a discussion over Facebook I had completely forgotten about. Aren't my friends brilliant?
On Friday I ventured south of the river, where the equally lovely Simon and the Dr fed me hot cross buns and tea and showed me the dinosaurs. This was followed by getting lost in a maze, Simon giving me lots of advice about how to become a successful writerly-type (see, my friends are brilliant!), before retiring to the pub for wine. Then back to their house for much more wine, aubergines, and being glared at by their slightly evil-looking cat. I even returned home with another Shakespeare DVD and a free book. Although a North London girl at heart (what can I say? I like the Underground!), I'm now thinking I may have to venture dahn Souf more often in future. And, thanks to the new East London line finally opening next month, it'll finally be straightforward to get there from Hackney.
Saturday was, of course, Doctor Who day! A review of the episode shall shortly follow - I'm currently in the midst of another wave of job applications. I joined various friends in a giant Wetherspoons to watch Doctor Who on a giant screen, organised by the wonderful Jeremy Bentham.
Not this Jeremy Bentham.
Other than the episode, my favourite part of the evening was probably Helen's gingerbread Doctors. Must have taken so much time and effort, and they tasted as good as they look.
I got the last Gingerbread Matt!
Gingerbread Docs!
We didn't know each other at all, and it was only due to mutual friends on Twitter that I got to relay my thanks. This is one of the many reasons I love living in the twenty-first century. (In addition to technology, another major plus point is the fact I can do things such as vote and work and go to university. Huzzah for feminism!)
Through reasons unexplained, the pub the party was held in closed just after 8pm, despite still having several hundred people still there. So a large group of us headed to my beloved Shakespeare's Head and gave them all our beer and food money instead.
Essentially, my weekend can be epitomised by wine, Shakespeare, Doctor Who, dinosaurs and friends. I want all weeks to be like this (though I'm not sure my liver would agree).
On Thursday, I finished university for ever. Now only 18,500 words stand between me and the real world. HELP.
Thursday evening was spent in the pub with various Doctor Who types. The lovely Jonny lent me a select choice from the BBC Shakespeare collection, prompted by a discussion over Facebook I had completely forgotten about. Aren't my friends brilliant?
On Friday I ventured south of the river, where the equally lovely Simon and the Dr fed me hot cross buns and tea and showed me the dinosaurs. This was followed by getting lost in a maze, Simon giving me lots of advice about how to become a successful writerly-type (see, my friends are brilliant!), before retiring to the pub for wine. Then back to their house for much more wine, aubergines, and being glared at by their slightly evil-looking cat. I even returned home with another Shakespeare DVD and a free book. Although a North London girl at heart (what can I say? I like the Underground!), I'm now thinking I may have to venture dahn Souf more often in future. And, thanks to the new East London line finally opening next month, it'll finally be straightforward to get there from Hackney.
Saturday was, of course, Doctor Who day! A review of the episode shall shortly follow - I'm currently in the midst of another wave of job applications. I joined various friends in a giant Wetherspoons to watch Doctor Who on a giant screen, organised by the wonderful Jeremy Bentham.
Not this Jeremy Bentham.
Other than the episode, my favourite part of the evening was probably Helen's gingerbread Doctors. Must have taken so much time and effort, and they tasted as good as they look.
We didn't know each other at all, and it was only due to mutual friends on Twitter that I got to relay my thanks. This is one of the many reasons I love living in the twenty-first century. (In addition to technology, another major plus point is the fact I can do things such as vote and work and go to university. Huzzah for feminism!)
Through reasons unexplained, the pub the party was held in closed just after 8pm, despite still having several hundred people still there. So a large group of us headed to my beloved Shakespeare's Head and gave them all our beer and food money instead.
Essentially, my weekend can be epitomised by wine, Shakespeare, Doctor Who, dinosaurs and friends. I want all weeks to be like this (though I'm not sure my liver would agree).
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