Tag: life story
Danger, experiments in AI conducted on unsuspecting viewers
dangerous liaisons experiments in time light the corners of my eyes, shifting coloured sands mount the passage of my life stupid colour combos mark the limits of my skills wasted time in danger always son of the cheap thrills (mothers of invention) yeah (right on brother) getting them so easy at the one low price […]
¡qué guay es tener plan!
you may be wondering why you don’t see more of me, and more of my art? or maybe just what the hell happened? you may very well not be wondering that, but now that I have said it, it must have crossed your mind. I hope I can provide an interesting enough […]
This should have been easier. I set out to write a post this morning before heading out with the furry family to help them let off a bit of steam, and then get some shopping in (very related to the post) but have gotten caught up in the admin of the website. I will be […]
going over the damn wall, too much Coffee?
So, how is it that seven dogs and five cats is such a problem? The cats aren’t really that much of a special problem in themselves. Well, apart from Coffee the new kitten, who makes life miserable for every one at times. At the same time as he is one of the cuddliest, most in […]
Help, Hell and highwater (part two of the saga)
In my last post I mentioned that I have a problem, but didn’t go too far in getting to what it is. I do have a terrible habit of getting off-track, or at least, trying to put in too much supporting information. I do the same when I speak, I’m good at the never ending […]
getting Eni, who is later to be getting down.
And later still to be getting put down. The story of Eni, my little man. 2001 till 2014, may his little body rest in peace. Eni once had a blog, which you can find over at Ha Llegado el Lider. He was the cutest little guy, and his life was cruelly and unnecessarily cut short […]
thoughts on Fuck, part one
A new friend asked the other day about “the word”. And I thank her for the question. I don’t get it enough. She asked me if it meant something or if it was just gratuitous. I suppose I have plenty to say about this, so lets see how we go. I believe I could be […]