You'd think I'd learn to just say "no" when people invite me to parties.
Hello, I'm back, and kicking things off with a spoOOoky Halloween themed post that's—what?—only a bit over two weeks out of date. This is probably going to be a bit of a theme around here for the foreseeable future, as I work through all of the notes marked "do a post about this" that I've accumulated over the last couple of months. I suspect I'm going to be making illustrations of things that happened in October, long into 2016.
In order to speed things up a bit, I may have to cut back on artistic quality even further. "Is that even possible?", you ask, looking back quizzically at some of the crap I've posted here in the past. Well, as you're about to witness, yes, yes it is. What I'm proposing is taking things to a Leunig or possibly even sub-Leunig level. I just wanted to put that out there, lest people think I've given up trying altogether. If complaints are forceful enough, I may consider reconsidering this approach.
And now, onto the subject at hand. Or not. Before we jump into what happened two weekends ago, allow me to take you back to the days before I had a blog of my own; when I used to hijack Melba's comment threads with my stupid stories. Coincidentally, this tale comes from (almost) Halloween of two years ago, so it's (almost) on theme. Besides which, it's important backstory for what comes later, so just trust me that you should read it first. I do know what I'm doing. Sometimes.
Okay, cut to present day, and a few things have changed. Sammo has moved out of Marty's house, and Marty's new girlfriend—a woman whom we will be referring to as "Barb"—has moved in. Marty met Barb through Sammo. I will leave the importance of that detail up to reader discretion.
Not too bad, a bit tired and I have this odd itchy rash on my throat that I can't think of the cause for and doesn't respond to treatment (cortisone cream). We've planted out this summer's tomato seedlings and they are going great guns, and the first strawberry is ripening beautifully.
Ooh, sounds nasty. The rash, not the strawberries. The strawberries sound great. As do the tomatoes. I miss having home-ground food. Might have to see a quack if that rash doesn't clear up though. Especially combined with the fatigue—sometimes not a good idea to let these things drag on.
Big lol at Suze. Yes, what is it about you that says that Alex? My god. Barb a bit of a handful. And poor Marty: "yes dear." And I love the pic of Barb over the back of you with her wine glass and you with your cup of tea. More of these stories, and I like the way it's a comic!
Didn't we have a story about Sammo and Wozza before. Was one of them the porn ones? Sammo? Or someone different.
I'm going to a party tonight - a 40TH. It won't be anything like that, and I really don't want to go cause I've been out the last two nights, and then tonight, and then tomorrow night as well (family do) and really I just want to go to bed early and read and sleep. Also last night Clokes was snoring really badly and I got period cramps and had to sleep on the couch. That was a first.
More of these stories, and I like the way it's a comic!
That's good, because there's more on the way. It is a bit time consuming though; even with sketches this rough. I think there's over a dozen in this post.
Marty appeared to be taking everything with good humour, which only seemed to agitate Barb even more.
I think I've mentioned Sammo a couple of times before. I suspect he might have had something to do with that one Chinese bloke who told me he was looking for an Aussie wife before showing me a porno tape (you should remember—it freaked me out quite a bit at the time). On a side note, that same Chinese bloke was in town recently, and I was supposed to meet with him (business), but he cancelled for unspecified reasons.
Hope you enjoy the party tonight, even if you'd rather not go; you really have been busy lately, haven't you? Not good news about Clokes, especially if the problem starts recurring. I told you about the rellies I had who had separate bedrooms, didn't I? Hopefully it doesn't get to that stage.
I suspect it's not the sketches that take all the time but the HTML. No matter how simple it becomes, it's still time-consuming. That's why I don't HTML.
I think separate bedrooms might be the secret to some happy marriages. I see so many of my friends sleeping on the couch or moaning about their hubbies keeping them awake all night because of the snoring and I think "why don't they just set up the spare room so they can move if they need to?" (that's if there is a spare room, and if there isn't, maybe there needs to be!).
I am beginning to think the rash and the lack of sleep are related but sadly, that's not something I want to post about in a public forum (people IRL know who I am on Blogger and I just can't face people knowing how messed up my life is at the moment. Maybe I should create myself a new account so I can lay it all bare, anonymously). I'm pretty sure they are both stress related anyway. But I have found that taking sleeping tablets may help in the short term but in the long term, they make things worse - at least, in terms of sleeping. Mainly because when you run out or decide to come off them, you spend a week lying in bed staring at the ceiling before your body remembers what sleep is. All this experience is a result of all the cancer- and fat-inducing shift work that I do. Anyone coming into the Alfred Hospital should write me a letter of thanks. (and maybe send me $20 to go with to make up for the reduced life expectancy as well)
I have a habit of keeping track of how long things take me, so I know the lion's share of the time is going on the drawings. I'm still doing them left-handed, which doesn't help—but then again, at least I'm doing them—so I guess it sort of does.
Typing HTML is quicker for me than trying to fiddle with Blogger's graphical layout tool. Especially since I can use ♥EMACS♥ to auto-insert tags and stuff.
Actually, if I remember correctly, the first time I talked to Melba about my rellies with the separate rooms, she said she liked the idea (and we joked about how those particular rellies still managed to have about a dozen kids). With Princess going off to uni, this might be the time to think about fallback sleeping arrangements.
I find having an online identity that's completely disconnected from my real-life identity to be fantastic. There's a bit of a trade off in that I'll never be able to meet up with any of my online friends, but it allows me to get personal in a way that I would never ever do with people who could pick me out of a lineup.
I dunno what your health issues are Suze, but look after yourself, 'ay? At the end of the day, your body's one of the most valuable things you've got.
On that note; I'm sure you've heard me say this a billion times already, but I think it's worth repeating: Exercise really can do wonders for your health. Also, Melba's Vitamin D thing seems to be helping. And cutting out sugar might not be a bad idea. Okay, I'll stop now.
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Well I am wondering what it is about you that screams grind on me to country music.
Either way, say yes to parties, but not to Marty's parties. :P
Well I am wondering what it is about you that screams grind on me to country music.
Well, whatever it is, I must have had it cranked up to full blast that night.
How have you been, Suze?
Not too bad, a bit tired and I have this odd itchy rash on my throat that I can't think of the cause for and doesn't respond to treatment (cortisone cream). We've planted out this summer's tomato seedlings and they are going great guns, and the first strawberry is ripening beautifully.
Ooh, sounds nasty. The rash, not the strawberries. The strawberries sound great. As do the tomatoes. I miss having home-ground food. Might have to see a quack if that rash doesn't clear up though. Especially combined with the fatigue—sometimes not a good idea to let these things drag on.
Big lol at Suze. Yes, what is it about you that says that Alex? My god. Barb a bit of a handful. And poor Marty: "yes dear." And I love the pic of Barb over the back of you with her wine glass and you with your cup of tea. More of these stories, and I like the way it's a comic!
Didn't we have a story about Sammo and Wozza before. Was one of them the porn ones? Sammo? Or someone different.
I'm going to a party tonight - a 40TH. It won't be anything like that, and I really don't want to go cause I've been out the last two nights, and then tonight, and then tomorrow night as well (family do) and really I just want to go to bed early and read and sleep. Also last night Clokes was snoring really badly and I got period cramps and had to sleep on the couch. That was a first.
More of these stories, and I like the way it's a comic!
That's good, because there's more on the way. It is a bit time consuming though; even with sketches this rough. I think there's over a dozen in this post.
Marty appeared to be taking everything with good humour, which only seemed to agitate Barb even more.
I think I've mentioned Sammo a couple of times before. I suspect he might have had something to do with that one Chinese bloke who told me he was looking for an Aussie wife before showing me a porno tape (you should remember—it freaked me out quite a bit at the time). On a side note, that same Chinese bloke was in town recently, and I was supposed to meet with him (business), but he cancelled for unspecified reasons.
Hope you enjoy the party tonight, even if you'd rather not go; you really have been busy lately, haven't you? Not good news about Clokes, especially if the problem starts recurring. I told you about the rellies I had who had separate bedrooms, didn't I? Hopefully it doesn't get to that stage.
I suspect it's not the sketches that take all the time but the HTML. No matter how simple it becomes, it's still time-consuming. That's why I don't HTML.
I think separate bedrooms might be the secret to some happy marriages. I see so many of my friends sleeping on the couch or moaning about their hubbies keeping them awake all night because of the snoring and I think "why don't they just set up the spare room so they can move if they need to?" (that's if there is a spare room, and if there isn't, maybe there needs to be!).
I am beginning to think the rash and the lack of sleep are related but sadly, that's not something I want to post about in a public forum (people IRL know who I am on Blogger and I just can't face people knowing how messed up my life is at the moment. Maybe I should create myself a new account so I can lay it all bare, anonymously). I'm pretty sure they are both stress related anyway. But I have found that taking sleeping tablets may help in the short term but in the long term, they make things worse - at least, in terms of sleeping. Mainly because when you run out or decide to come off them, you spend a week lying in bed staring at the ceiling before your body remembers what sleep is. All this experience is a result of all the cancer- and fat-inducing shift work that I do. Anyone coming into the Alfred Hospital should write me a letter of thanks. (and maybe send me $20 to go with to make up for the reduced life expectancy as well)
I have a habit of keeping track of how long things take me, so I know the lion's share of the time is going on the drawings. I'm still doing them left-handed, which doesn't help—but then again, at least I'm doing them—so I guess it sort of does.
Typing HTML is quicker for me than trying to fiddle with Blogger's graphical layout tool. Especially since I can use ♥EMACS♥ to auto-insert tags and stuff.
Actually, if I remember correctly, the first time I talked to Melba about my rellies with the separate rooms, she said she liked the idea (and we joked about how those particular rellies still managed to have about a dozen kids). With Princess going off to uni, this might be the time to think about fallback sleeping arrangements.
I find having an online identity that's completely disconnected from my real-life identity to be fantastic. There's a bit of a trade off in that I'll never be able to meet up with any of my online friends, but it allows me to get personal in a way that I would never ever do with people who could pick me out of a lineup.
I dunno what your health issues are Suze, but look after yourself, 'ay? At the end of the day, your body's one of the most valuable things you've got.
On that note; I'm sure you've heard me say this a billion times already, but I think it's worth repeating: Exercise really can do wonders for your health. Also, Melba's Vitamin D thing seems to be helping. And cutting out sugar might not be a bad idea. Okay, I'll stop now.
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