The rock was sculpture was drawn grayscale in photoshop and then ovelayed with various layers of photos for the textures and colouring. Photos such as:
-Macro shots of bathsalts.
-Fat that rose to the top of a pot of soup,
-Macro shot of that sticky plastercine like stuff you use to put up posters.
-The bottom of a cookie sheet
There is a tree frog outside my window singing the oddest song. And it's not "Hello my baby, Hello my honey..." It was this long, low, drawn-out chirping. Strange.
So there's that, and I'm up doing freelance design stuff.
Hurray for Thief! Despite the fact that Thief2 never worked on my PC, no matter how hard I tried. Also, does anyone know things I can use instead of Lemsip? /dying from a cold blog
Me too, watching a reality on the wall programme about a bunch of guys living in a monastery. They don't seem to get voted off. But my eyes are drooping.
Try Wellness formula horse-tranq sized pills - they are packed full of niceness and do much better things for you than chemicals. Failing that, garlic capsules. Failing that - shitloads of Ibuprofen and whisk(e)y plus lemon, warmed.
I seem to be alive still after 400mg of Ibuprofen and a couple of glasses of Jameson's yesterday following a tooth extraction and route canal earlier in the day. But, as they say, your mileage may vary. Maybe the doses would have to be higher?
In which case, I will try with whatever horrible whiskey is actually left in the house, because otherwise I will Die of My Head Being Stuffed Full Of Malevolent Cotton Wool.
Ah, it's not a shitty mood. It's just a shitty night. I'm relatively upbeat. I just have deadlines and writer's block and my current medication just isn't cutting it. I feel hungover all the time and I haven't drunk for weeks.
Well that's good at least .... kind of.
I'm moving tomorrow ahhhhhhhhh. I'm posting on Barbelith rather than doing other more negligible things like packing etc. I work better in a whirlwind panic in anycase.
Good luck with the move. If you find yourself unconsciously wandering back to your old house in your sleep, standing naked on the lawn making high-pitched keening noises, don't worry, it's all part of the process.
I do that every night and I haven't sleepwalked (sleptwalk?) in years. Also, hide your passport and screw a metal pole that's wider than your door to your head. Horizontally, natch.
Sometimes I worry people might think I'm some kind of poorly programmed comedy chatbot. I tend to just post vaguely relevant 'gags' that don't necessarily relate to anything or anyone.
