Saturday morning micro blog. (micro-blogging? Did he say micro-blogging?)

Whilst i'm waiting for the ginger bloke to have his "2 on the back and sides and short on top", I though i'd do this. He's finisshed now.

*Batteries not included

Team Meeting notes

parking fail

not actually THAT exciting but it added a giggle to the few of us in the office today. the guy whose car it was, later came to the carpark and did indeed actually hold the bridge of his nose and shake his head....

Team Meeting notes

after lunch

Team Meeting notes

Thursday train through St.Arbeck.

Mind the gap.

Blumdi blengdi Blop. Ah, hands free too.

fall&rizeoveSDK

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Originally uploaded by paintMonkey

ah, yes, right then. The picture is a montage of a two piece, or diptich which i have just completed. i'm quite chuffed with it and so is, apparently Mr & Mrs VT who commissioned it/them.

i was sitting, staring at them this morning whilst i waited for the train (having overslept), there may be a couple of tweeks left to do, mute one or two of the colour blocks and add some detail to a couple of bits, but nothing major. I'm itching to start another now.




there are other bits n bobs i could blog about today [insert moan and whinge about insecurities and rubbish here], but i seem to have snagged my hull against another Misappropraition Error...and i should really do some work as i was late in this morning.

In the mean time, here is some music....

stan getz : "the girl from Ipanina"

Micro blogging

rizeovSDK detail

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Originally uploaded by paintMonkey

fallovSDK detail

fallovSDK detail
Originally uploaded by paintMonkey

a little detail from one of the new paintings i'm doing

My ex smirked and pointed out that I now seemed to be backPeddling. She was, of course, right.

My monday, and therefore my week began with pastrami smelling little girl vomit on my bathroom floor just inches away from the toilet. None of the vomit made it to the toilet needless to say. Which was nice.
Today is a 'teacher training day', one of those days where the teachers at my daughter's school get paid for not actually teaching. As a result I have had to take the day off work, unpaid, to take care of my daughter and her 'little sister' friend Tü. I used to teach myself, and i'm pretty sure that I loved training days, but now that i'm on the other side of that particular fence, it absolutely annoys me. Its only two weeks since they had a weeks holiday for half-term. Couldn't they have done their training then? No. That would be unreasonable sillyness wouldn't it. Instead, they get a long w/e, both the friday and monday at mine and my ex's expense. Bloody teachers.
So now I sit on a bench in the gardens of Knaresborough House, watching Moo and Tü run up and down the terracing and exploring the bushes, and leaving presents for the faeries. Moo loves her new flip flops (pictured) so much she has taken them off to protect them from wear and tear.

Friday night I had a visit at Chambers from Eddie and Laynie, we jibbered the way we do as usual, they left at about 1am. I had 'one last bifta' and thought I would just do a bit to a painting that had been bugging me - only twenty minutes work at the most, I told myself...four hours later as the sun broke through the gap in my curtains, I have to say I was happier with the painting but I was really quite tired saturday. I had prepped an activity table and some breakfast for Moo before I collapsed in my nest so that I could sleep for a while. Fortunately, after taking the girls to tap on saturday morning, B came to the rescue and babysat for a couple of hours whilst I went for an afternoon power nap. Gawd bless B.

We all missed the bedrace in knaresborough. I wasn't bothered, but I think moo was disappointed.

Sunday was father's day, Moo painted me a picture and we decided we would 'deep clean' Chambers together. A wee bit ambitious in hindsight. We didn't any further than her bedroom. Rearranging and tidying...she has a million toys, most of which havn't seen the light of day for months, if not years. I finally found a use for the sony surround sound system i've held onto for about three years. Moo now has half a dozen speakers dotted around her room. The sound quality is surprisingly good. Wish I thought of that for my nest now...

And that brings us up to today... Tomorrow i'm back with the new job. Its busy and over time a potentially a heavy workload. Hope it sticks for a bit.

Please remain seated until the vehicle has come to a complete stop.

Those distant alarms bells are closer and louder now. The sounds I hadn't heard before which were distracting me are being drowned out now. Standby.

I'm not just a timelord...

Mind the gap.

Quantumplate V.t./I. Quantumplation .n.

Dear Oxford English Dictionary.
Ahh. Here's a brilliant new word: quantumplate. Obviously quantumplated, quantumplating and quantumplative are the derivative verbs and adverbs. Use it wisely. Possibly whilst watching or thinking about doctor who or some other relevant and engaging sci-fi. And art, it could apply to that. I'll look into that. It could also apply to sports. But I don't know about that.

Yours sincerely
paintMonkey

Cc: DragonDrop, AlexKeys, eddie. Rev_dino, Collins Dictionary, Rogets Theasuarus, depublishing.

Cont...

I have found a quiet corner at dd centraal to charge the pda thingymajig, the fleet of children (moo not included,it's a P weekend) are happy and loud, their piercing screams of joy are slicing through my fogg'd headspace... The bottle of SuperBock by my side will help...
So, the Blm bng song;
A few years ago I realised, to my embarrassment, that I was PeeShy. It's an affliction and curse of man. The inability to pee, no matter how full the bladder, when stood at a public urinal. Most uncomfortable when, having queued for twenty minutes in some student dive of a pub to squeeze into the space between two lagered up lads, to find a blockage in the relevant area...spending tense minutes looking anywhere except at either lad either side or one's own man bits.
My mad father once told me, when I was about ten, that the answer to the (at the time unidentified problem) was to whistle. A very old school attitude from back in the days when men whistled and wore hats. Needless to say it never worked for me. The obvious answer is, of course, to only use the cubicle, something I have hinted at before in this blog and my default when confronted with the 'need a wee' situation. But that is not always an option.
I was once a student. As a student our default drinking hole was The Blessington Carriage in Derby. It was on one of these student binges in said pub that I chanced upon the answer. Well, an answer. Words that begin with 'B'. As I told myself where I was and what I was doing; "I'm in The Blessington Carriage and drinking beer", the force did flow at the sound of the 'B'. Brilliant, I thought. Since then it has become my ritual, even if perhaps it is not entirely necessary, when out at a pub, at a friend's (like today) or even at home on my own. It's a fun bit of alliteration to play with. My particular favOUrite is " Brian Blessed buys beer from birmingham to bring to bouncers at a bar on Buellah St" ( I need a wee just typing it), there are other variations, but i'll leave those to your imagination.
Anyway. The point is, that after what must be ten or twelve years of this little internal game of mine, I realised last night that when too drunk to bother with stringing 'B' words together coherently, I can just mumbleSing the Blm Bng song instead. It achieves the same result. The words are just that; ' blm dee bng dee boo baa dii bumm".

That is all for now. Mind the gap between urinals, aim for the drain and/or blue smelly things. Good luck.
May the force be with you.

Steady away, headspace, the blm bng song and the finer things in life.

Sitting on the step outside the Blues, the rest of the world bustling by on their way to here, there and nowhere. I'm a bit wobbly after last night's gathering at FirstLife HQ, where, i'd like to add, the MonkeyWeasel Partnership reigned supreme in the games played and Eirene wrote a lovely poem for eddie and laynie...
Its been a busy off-week really. I started a couple of new paintings which fired me up and helped to internally justify my existence, took a trip to The Shed with a Bernie and possibly laid some tracks for future involvement with Anima Mundi. Thursday, the rev_dino and I took an away mission to the barge, fantastic. I've decided that I want one. Last night was the afore mentioned and tonight it's a fire bin bbq at DragonDrop Centraal. All good stuff.

Monday I start back at the PCT, for a week at least.

tankGirl and I are off to buy a scrabble board now. Will continue this later.... Mind the gap.

Microblog addendum.

1309 hrs. I bought myself a funky retro digital watch from t'market.

FW: A saturday/sunday club at Camp Moonie

Ah. There you are. I was looking for you...

I 've been doing stuff and things, seeing various people at points in spaceTime and spending some downTime with my unread book pile. Went to see Indiana Jones 4 on saturday. That was expensive. But the film was excellent, we then went to Camp Moonie for dinner and sleep over, which was fun.

That's it really.

Billy, my big fish is currently confused by the perspex shelf I have installed in the fish tank, if I was stoned and feeling poetic, i'd probably make a comparison to the metaphorical perspex shelf that has appeared in my existential tank...but i'm not feeling poetic and i'm not stoned. Maybe i'll dribble on about that another time. I am however feeling irritable, tired and hoping my daughter has finally gone to sleep (its almost midnight now), she is having problems getting to sleep at the moment and that has various knock on effects and consequences...

I'm keen to get on with stuff, a bit frustrated by having had four months of non-creative job roles (not to mention being all loved-up for the last 9 weeks, that has been a wonderful distraction but to be honest, a creative killer). Need to paint to justify my own existence and earn some pocket money. Hopefully i'll find time this week, it is sketchbook season afterall...

TankGirl saw the gap and minded it. Clever tankGirl.

That's all for now. Move along...move along... Nothing to see here.