Lateshift.

00:28 / 10.12.05

Dude, didn't you hear? Squalid and chaotic! That is yr arty!

You fancy arty fucker. Livin' it up/down all bohemian like.

00:28 / 10.12.05

It's just ask, ask, ask with you, isn't it?

00:28 / 10.12.05

Arty and fancy? God, I wish. Squalid and chaotic is more my natural environment, suedey.

Ah, but it's so fucking bohemian you see. I feel like I need to cut off my ear just to keep up.

Fuckit.

I'll just kneecap Suedey instead.

00:29 / 10.12.05

I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED

00:30 / 10.12.05

It's always about you, isn't it?

00:31 / 10.12.05

No, you’re right. I see it now. Balancing a door on your knees is the new cutting-your-ear-off.

00:31 / 10.12.05

Actually yes.

That's actually true. Stop hitting so close to home!

00:32 / 10.12.05

OK, it's over. We can still be friends, right? Only, you should meet my new friend, you'd really get along, I'm sure.

00:32 / 10.12.05

I can't be friends with you! I... it hurts too much.

00:33 / 10.12.05

I'm going to start drawing while standing on my head. I'll show ya!

Door balancing... pfff. So last week.

Goodness Gracious Meme

00:33 / 10.12.05

Ah, but that's what he does. I think BH may actually be an old-fashioned Theosophical Medium type

Russian, I'm thinking. 1930, Blavatsky-style....

That's why 'his' drawings are so spot-on...

00:35 / 10.12.05

Hey, I haven't seen you for years, how ARE you, Suedey? You been working out?

00:37 / 10.12.05

Don't make fun of me.

Just because I tried to comfort eat myself to DEATH. Because of YOU! YOU HARLOT!

00:38 / 10.12.05

Yes. I’ve changed my mind: I now recommend the door technique as *the* route to Instant Artiness. Just be warned not to use a high wattage lightbulnb in your desklamp, or you’ll burn your ankles.

Hm, for any studio, we’ll need one big door, big enough for all our knees to fit under..

00:39 / 10.12.05

I think we should also base a twee sitcom on our studio sharing experience.

00:40 / 10.12.05

And we should have a wine cellar, and you can teach me how to draw drunk.

00:42 / 10.12.05

A sitcom *and* a comic!

Drawing drunk is teh easiest. Drawing is too silly to do sober.

I’m not posting any pictures if I’m going to be the only one on this page.

00:42 / 10.12.05

00:42 / 10.12.05

Hell, I could teach you now not to sing drunk, if you like. As long as Aliicia Silverstone isn't involved.

00:43 / 10.12.05

PS. yes, that is me and is available for a very limited period.

00:44 / 10.12.05

Hm, for any studio, we’ll need one big door, big enough for all our knees to fit under..

I think we should also base a twee sitcom on our studio sharing experience.

I can see the title sequence now. It'll be just like friends, but with a skanky door instead of the big couch.

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

00:46 / 10.12.05

Could you call it Hinges?

00:52 / 10.12.05

Games were fun, only I was too drunk to understand the tutorials. So I go to bed. FINALLY I may get to actually do that mythical "not waking up at 4am" thing I hear so much about!

Night all!

00:54 / 10.12.05

You know the real comedy thing about balancing a glass door on your knee? It’s when you shift slightly because your legs have gone to sleep and the little glass bottle of ink that you’ve been using silently slides off the edge of the door, too quick for you to catch it. Never gets old, that one. But it could be even better!!1! with several artists trying to catch a bottle of ink as it skitters around.

That joke also works with wine glasses. But real artists don’t use glasses.

00:54 / 10.12.05

Goodnight, little one.

Hinges, eh... ah, I see us all jostling and drawing and laughing with the mythical art door already.

Don't be touching my favourite brush!

00:55 / 10.12.05

Eee! Goodnight, stoatie!

00:55 / 10.12.05

Could you call it Hinges?

Could your impressionistic depiction of the irrepairable damage wrought on the rural countryside by the unstoppable march of industrialised modernity be any more Burnt Sienna?

00:56 / 10.12.05

I could have said Bracket!

00:57 / 10.12.05

You "artists" and your barely controlled chaos. Inviting the chances upon you and moulding them to your will (sometimes). Pah.

MATHS. ART IS MATHS. Studied and measured and... oh, who am I kidding. I need to learn this wine/art/ink spillage combination. Unfortunately I feel it is beyond me. Alcohol merely sends me on adventures. For THE ART I need to be in control. Well, as much as can be hoped.

00:58 / 10.12.05

Sometimes I cut loose and do the panel borders freehand! I'm a wild man.

01:00 / 10.12.05

Ok, time to give up. Second bottle is empty and I have to clean the house for a dad visit in the morning.

Night all.

You know I still love you, Suedey, just not in that way, yeah?

01:01 / 10.12.05

*crushed*

01:02 / 10.12.05

He's gonna be crying on my shoulder the whole night.

I hope you're happy.

01:03 / 10.12.05

Bed Head!

Post pictures before I come over there and ye get lamped!