September 19, 2005
It was a nice day today. I woke up, and the sun was out, and when the sun is out and you've woken up, there's a reason to wake up - and that reason is that the sun is out. So, I ran out onto the back decking and I thought I'd do some drawing. Then, when I'd finished drawing, I sprayed fixative on what I'd drawn because I'd drawn it in 2B, which wasn't the smartest thing I could have done - but I did it anyway.
I thought that I'd work on Lacer8, since she's certainly not girly enough - and she's still not quite girly enough, but I've at least made some progress, and some progress is better than no progress, which is what I'd made prior to today. Here she is, looking all surly.
So, I'm out on the weekend and I make the foolish mistake of talking to a goth. Goths are funny things - they never admit that they're goths, even though they look and act and sound exactly like them. It's kind of like if I said to Bronnie:
"Bronnie! You're a really nifty lookin' dog."
And she said..
"I'm not a dog."
And I said..
"But you are! You've got the ears, and the fur, and the eyes, and the snout, and you bark and chase cars and chew things. You're a dog!"
And she said..
"I'm not a dog. Don't call me that ever again."
Anyway, the sight of all that black and all those gnashed teeth got me to thinking about my own sordid past, so I whipped out a few of the old Nick Cave records, and put them on the old JVC. Then, I drew this:
That is dedicated to someone in Melbourne. You know who you are. And you know what you are.
And finally, thinking about writing, and thinking about people getting ahead, and wondering if I shouldn't just give up today and become a fireman or something, I drew this:
Productive, I'm sure you'll agree.
Posted by David at September 19, 2005 12:06 AM | TrackBackWell! I'm sure whoever it was WAS a fucken goth. I hate it when they say they're not and they sooooo are. It's even worse than surly 20sometings who WERE ACTUAL goths and now have that world-wearied, 'been there and back'ness about them. Fuck them, I say.
But how do you know the person even *reads* your blog? You know, I've had people tell me it sucks. I disagree, but I'm, like, in the minority. So I hear. From, you know, legions of people.
Posted by: Desci at September 19, 2005 02:33 PMMy blog does, indeed, suck. And there are legions of people who will attest to just how shithouse it is.
I was never a goth. I was a POSEUR. See?
Anyway, we'll discuss this next time we catch up - I'm sure Jazzy Kath will be on my side. Yeah. Yeah, that's right.
Posted by: David at September 19, 2005 03:02 PMDave, that last illustration had me in stitches. In fact, I've just printed it out and stuck it on my fridge. I hope you don't mind.
It so applies to me it's frightening.
Posted by: The Flea at October 2, 2005 10:51 PMMind? Of course I don't mind! I like it that my art adorns the fridge of the Flea.
Posted by: David at October 5, 2005 02:25 AM