whistling ninjakitty

I’ve been working my butt and my brains out for the last two weeks to get ready for the exhibition I’m hanging tomorrow. *bushed* about sums it up.
When I look at all the prints lined up I can’t help thinking ‘ good god, you’re a strange one ‘relia.’ Still, better out than in, as they say – although perhaps that’s not quite what they meant.

I get the proofs for the invitations tomorrow. Fingers crossed they’ll look nifty.

In other news I’m car hunting. For some reason I let my Dad talk me into taking out a personal loan to get a car, and I’ve picked out a nifty lil silver thingie. The used car dealers are being dipshits (nothing new there) and my Dad was a total putz today about the whole deal. I’m definately gettting that ‘run away while you still can feeling.’ I think I would too, if I could just choose where to run away to. And wouldn’t it be more fun to drive?

One thing is for sure, I can’t wait to see the backside of Tuesday. Hopefully the fact that its January’s birthday will mean there’s enough magic in the air to make it all go tickety-boo. Fingers crossed

This makes perfect sense to me, but I seem to be the only one.
It’s a wild claw-foot bathtub, gazing at the full moon.
Haven’t you ever wondered where claw-foot bathtubs came from before they were domesticated for our bathrooms; their legs bread to stubbiness like the poor sausage-dog?

I made the bathtub out of clay after a series of dreams I had about travelling in a winged claw-foot bathtub. I intended to make wings for the poor dear, but it just didn’t happen. Then one day in a flash of inspiration, I set it free…

Recieved a package yesterday… actually, it arrived on Aurelia’s birthday, but the Postal Witches like to harass + abuse me. So when I went down to the PO, 2-packages-waiting-for-you slip in hand + thinking “Ooooh” to myself… first I got berated for there being no name on the slip, left in our mailbox by the postie. I am unsure how to respond the first three times I am told that “There REALLY should be a NAME here…” Eventually she feels she has scolded me enough + asks for some ID, + promptly returns saying NO, NOTHING FOR BRIAN… rrr + despite the fact that both my name + ‘relia’s name was on the package. I suggest looking under Aurelia’s name, or Robyn’s. PW returns after a few minutes with 1 fairly abused package – a replacement ink cartridge, addressed to Aurelia. “That’s ALL!” PW declares angrily, giving me the “I know you’re an American Terrorist” eye, not for the last time. So ‘reya got some magenta for her BD. Not nearly as exciting as the secret Other Package –

“SMILIE TREE FACE” – no, your eyes do not decieve you. Mom… This is so weird… on many levels. Separated, the peices look like poops – this is Aurelia’s observation. I will post a pic of the NZXmas Tree with its ‘face’ – we swapped some eyes + the mustachio’d mouth looks pretty good… WTF AM I TALKING ABOUT!? *TZ music* Anyway. 3 months + some nonsense later, thank you momma. The Postal Witches gave Aurelia a hard time for leaving the package at the PO for so long… Oh, they will get their just desserts …

p.s. – watch out for the baby jellyfish if you go for a dip! Oh, + Happy Australia Day.

*wonders how Rob’s band is doing anyway*

Pasta peas pwn you!!11! Feel free to comment. I know you’re lurking, I can smell your chewing gum!

I have such a backlog of brainshit to resolve. I haven’t done my chores since last year!
In other news, it is time for the annual Darwin Awards, ta, mother, for reminding me. Death by Lava Lamp… for shame.

Jamie P has kindly sent along a couple of 1984 Journal arts that I gave him long ago… I will post them when I am less , promise. One is waaaay cool. Anybody else who has obscure treats, feel free to pass them along + I will update, update, update.