Got myself one of the Polaroid Zink mini photo printers yesterday. I know lots people have written this gadget off because it only prints 2”x3” self-adhesive prints, but I love it. The prints are just the right size for sticking in a sketchbook, so I can easily have a quick printout of a current project to reference when I’m out and about.
The novelty of bluetoothing a picture from my phone hasn’t worn of yet either. Plus it’s pocket sized and the paper refills just keep getting cheaper on Amazon. Yay!
I think it’s really sad that films these days don’t have an intermission. I’ve been watching ye olde films like South Pacific recently and I have to admit I love seeing the word Intermission flash across the screen signaling a short break and contemplation of what’s occurred so far. I also love that as those words fade, generally it doesn’t jump straight back to the film, it just pans across scenery and plays some lovely music. I can just imagine at this point everyone scurrying back to their seats in the cinema with their refreshments ready to enjoy the second half of the film.
It actually pains me to remember sitting through Pirates of the Caribbean At Worlds End and The Lord of the Rings Return of the King. Especially as I saw both these films in a particularly uncomfortable cinema (AMC FTW, most comfortable/clean seats ever!). I would have liked the chance to stretch my legs and give my throbbing behind a break. I hate it when my arse goes numb because then I have the urge to fidget which makes everyone else around my presume I have wind or hemorrhoids or something. Not good.
I’d forgotten how much I love this kind of music, the Jazz flame burns deep my friends. Listen; and imagine your smoking a black russian; drinking a gin, lime and soda; sat in a leather booth; in a London Gentleman’s Club … and relax …
In my room with a broken light fitting and a lamp creating a warm glow across my wallpaper I’m sat on my bed. The song is The Spark That Starts The Fire, I can’t seem to count the memories this song keeps, whether it’s lay on the floor with the boy or sat in my art room, all of us rowdy, now silenced by the sounds flooding from our borrowed stereo system. Somehow I feel close to my city whenever my iPod is on shuffle and The Chase creeps up on me, I remember all the twists and turns of the bus journey I have completed no fewer that 1200 times in the last 3years. Like I’m going somewhere but not really focused on where to get off until the last second, it reminds me of jumping off the bus, train, tram with a spring in my step ready to meet my friends for what is always hopefully going to be a legendary night out.
Then there’s Simmerdown which played on the beach at my friends birthday 2years ago and how it will always remind me of that crazy day, re-enacting LOTR and burying good luck stars, eating cake and all kinds of sweet things from China Town and Quality Save. A true Mancunian feast. With balloons and goody bags, pencils, sweets, AndyWarhol style reflective frames and all kinds of random trinkets.
The way every birthday should be spent. Sat on the beach in the cold July rain.
My most recent post to EatSleepDraw (http://tinyurl.com/NYpigeon) has had 82 notes as of just now! Am so overwhelmed that so many people like this drawing. Especially as my uni tutors thought it was so awful that I should have used it as scrap paper!
So Thank You, Thank You thrice! I’m feeling so full of fresh vim, that I’ve already broken out the coloured pencils! xXx
Shrove Tuesday is upon us, and the ritual of pancakes began early today. Cream tea pancakes are my new favorite thing [pancake spread with jam, topped with vanilla whipped cream and rolled]. Now I’m bloated and content.
Remember kids, this day has meaning. Ready for Lent?