scrape away

we didn't see stardust the other night, for the same reason we didn't go out last night: we've all been too bloody tired. as the holiday goes on, it's getting more and more difficult to wake up and do stuff.

"we've got no deeds to do, no promises to keep"

yesterday was cleaning day. spot's still acting as if everything he's doing to move out is a favour, and that's pissing me off more (and i didn't think that was possible). he was busy helping us wash a floor when i reminded him that it's more important for us that he shifts his gear.

singer and i watched human traffic last night, and then listened to a few excerpts of bill hicks. that man was amazing. i really have to buy some of the dvd's. and now i know what the pancreas is for, and have an idea of where the spleen sits.

i came home today, sat with the kid and the gimp for a few minutes and sorted out the poster he wanted (more or less) as his gift to the section. i find it amazing how simple the gimp makes everything (i've never been so good with photoshop), but more amazing how playing around with unfamiliar filters can be so productive :P
we then bussed to meet with nystire for breakfast, and then found a store that'll do the prints for reasonable prices.

they do all sorts of weird prints there, for example onto aluminium sheeting, and i think i might avail myself of their services for some of my odd sketches that i've digitized...

we did some home shopping, then walked back. on the way, we found ourselves walking behind some woman who's either a) a nutjob or b) very high or c) an artist pretending to be either a) or b). she had this odd walk going while swinging a stick, stopping at every opportunity to strike a pose. she was very amusing, pity we didn't have a camera.