Trysting Fields

Hooray For Renovated Bathrooms

(Previously and previouslyer.)

This Month Has Been Totally Surreal

It's certainly been interesting.

She Was Under The House

Yes, she must have gotten down there via the hole in the bathroom floor created by the removal of the former bathtub.

She emerged when I removed the grate from this previously weed-encrusted portal in the back garden yesterday.

She's a bit rattled and she's lost a lot of weight, but apart from that she seems fine.

Recent Voicemail

Phantom Kitty (Mewl Without A Cat)

For the last three days, I've been hearing Nads mewl. In my bedroom, in the dining room, in the hallway, in the living room. She always sounds like she's somewhere nearby.

I'm sure it's her.

Have I seen her? No. Has she eaten any food? No.

This is nuts, man.

Recent Doodles

Click to etc.

(In other news.)

Hairy

I haven't shaved in a week.

Four days, they tell me.

Domestica, Discombobulation etc

Nada has run away.

Can't say I blame her. But I hope she comes back.

Update (10:10pm): She's back.

Trains And Sewing Machines

And we're away.

That was unexpected.

Hello, you.

Random Brunswick Street Encounters, Part Deux & Other Assorted

(Previously.)

This afternoon a waifish aboriginal chick came up and asked me if I had any change. I said no, which was a lie but generally my policy in such situations.

She noticed I was wielding an unlit cigarette, and asked if I needed a light. Again, I said no (thanks). Which, conversely, I thought was true.

"You have a good day," she said nicely, and continued on her way.

I fished into my pocket for the lighter I thought I had, and realised I didn't actually have it.

So I chased after her and told her that I did, as it turned out, need a light after all.

"You looked like you didn't have one," she said with a quiet smile.

I gave her a dollar, and went to hand the lighter back.

"Nah, that's okay," she said. "I've got about six of them."

Maybe you had to be there.

My only regret concerning this encounter, which totally rebrightened my day -

(Said day having turned, from promising beginnings, to shitty slit-yer-wrists shit when it became apparent that I'd probably irretrievably lost my bag, containing my camera and my visual diary, in a taxi yesterday.

Which would have been really bad, and totally fucking sucked.

Turns out I'd left it at work the doodle palace. Phew.

But I digress.)

- was that I didn't ask her if she could assist me in my ongoing quest for time machine fuel.

(Note to blog readers: TIME MACHINE FUEL IS SOUGHT.)

In other news: please excuse the rambling, discombobulated nature of this post.

Two and a half hours sleep, see.

I had to be up at six this morning to receive some people who came to strip the asbestos from my bathroom.

(Now the bathroom looks like this:

)

And I didn't get to sleep until 3:30am, because some broad whose name I forget [*] was fucking hardcore with my head.

Although she denies doing it deliberately. And in any case, I'm really just fucking hardcore with my own head, and attributing said headfuckery to an external source.

Which is, ultimately, all that any of us are ever doing.

(It pays to remember this sometimes.)

I fully hardcore fall down go boom now.

[*] I think maybe her name is Audrey.

I remember, very early on in our acquaintance, suspecting that might be her name and addressing her as such.

"Who's Audrey?" she replied, all blinking wide-eyed incomprehension. Although in fact she knew damn well exactly who Audrey was. And she knew damn well that I knew that she knew. And that I knew that she knew that I knew that she knew. And in general, things were Known. You know how it goes, hypothetical blog reader.

In hindsight I might have imagined the blinking wide eyes.

Anyroad, I was well smitten and from that point on there was no turning back.

But that's a whole 'nother story for a whole 'nother time, if ever there was one.

Time Machine Fuel

The artist, gentleman & scholar formerly known as Semi/Dirty Kant/Rorschach gave me - perfectly - a time machine for my birthday.

I was touched. But I have not, as yet, been able to use it. Appropriate fuel is required, lest dire consequences etc:

So, continuing a long and bizarrely successful TF tradition, I hereby formally call for time machine fuel; ideally an ongoing source thereof.

Successful respondents will be escalently awarded.

In Other News: Hell Freezes Over

(It's okay - I'm just using him for my own shallow self-gratification Art.)

It's All About The Facebook Status Updates At The Moment

They're funny.

Things We Don't Understand And Are Definitely Not Going To Talk About etc