And just like that a new video, this time help from my friend Ruby Read, sock puppets by Mirabel Oliver for my friend's band The Response. Another hearty day

SOCK CATS

I forgot to post this, my friend Chris Stratton mostly directed it, we cut it togeather and I DOP'd it while my other friend Ruby Rhianna-Wilson did the lights. All in all a rich full day.



I promise I will be posting more and more on this as I have lots on. So my girlfriend and Chris and that one other guy in Australia can enjoy more posts from yours truly.

Space Bitches

Lick-quid

I've been having these interesting dreams lately that I will probably turn into something you can see or read. They remind me of the dreams I had about 3-2 years ago. I can't really describe a lot of them, but the feeling is kind of summer night time, wet grass, thirsty, crying and yelling but no noise, laughing, tearing and healing, blood and gunk oozing, eyes straining to stay awake, moist air, fresh smells hot breathing. Dripping, everything is dripping.

Dat is funny

Sometimes I stress myself out because I don't feel I'm making something that is really pushing my limits as a creator and that I'm not making of something of true worth. Then I see some really simple drawn cartoons and they make me squeal like a little child with delight. And then I remember thats all I'm supposed to do. Make things that make someone like me squeal like a child. After all that is something of true worth isn't it?

Here are some real sweet pictures: Click and squeal

$$$ Plans

-Rob, do it reeeeally badly so I can reap the sweet benefits of free board and food at one of New Zealand's fine min security prisons

-Sell people my old 5c coins for a buck a pop

-Make a video of me 'selling' myself, like, instead of a show reel make a real show.

I will work backwards. I'm also listening to this a lot:

Uncertain Curtain

I keep finding all of these little paragraphs I wrote from ages ago for all my little ideas that stick round. I keep noticing all of these horrific grammar mistakes I constantly make. People keep asking me what is that I do, and I can't find the words to sum me up. I keep having intense daydreams that kind of shake me and make me feel self-concince. My mumbling continually gets worse and I find it harder to keep tabs on it in everyday conversation. I keep thinking of all these different scenarios based on what people say to me, then I blurt out the punchlines to my unexplainable jokes to everyone's confusion. Its taking me longer to write my images down in succinct ways. I look at my bank account everyday and regret every cent I spend. My sleep seems constantly broken and due to constant tiredness I feel behind on all of my work that is self-directed anyway. Every time I leave my house I become increasingly more and more aware of the public looking at me. Every time I draw a cartoon I become increasingly disappointed with how it looks.

-This should be my most motivating time, boy I hope it is