an awesome gallery of amazing detail. twisted, dark and beautiful..
more than just a pretty picture
clicking on each picture 2-3 times reveals magnified detail otherwise missed by the naked eye
went to see Batman Begins. i was never a batman fan. or any superhero fan. i hate good guys that always win the day. but i quite liked this. i left the cinema wanting to be a batman..
i so wanna be a batman
how did Punchbob Squashpants become so big and popular? i dunno.. but when i find myself watching it.. i kinda like it to the point where i wanna watch more. but i don't.
more wonderful art that i found...
if i was a rich bastard i'd have a house full of paintings like these..
maybe one day?
certainly not through my line of work though...
but as for work, my weekend job implies that i start work at 7am and finish at 7pm. but being the only one in an empty building, i abuse these hours terribly. by going in after 12pm and leaving before 6pm, that's cutting down my 12hour shift to less than half. if only they knew...
however, i was almost caught out last weekend when i failed to make one of my hourly check calls to a voice machine - this way they know that you're where you're supposed to be (yea right, i usually do this while still in bed!) and that you're ok. so after missing that call, they started lookin for me and even sent a supervisor over to check up on me. my excuse to them was i went out for breakfast and forgot to take the work-mobile with me. so blah blah blah from them and that was it. and the supervisor who came over to see me had to fill in some paperwork, one of which prompted the question:
"you have your uniform, right?"
(i wasn't wearing it)
"it's ok", i said, "they're ok with us here not wearing a uniform, it's no problem" (my own made-up rule)
"ok..", he sais, "but you have a uniform..."
"oh yea, yea, of course i have a uniform"
"yes, but you do have it here on site...!"
"er.. yea, yea.. i have it in that cupboard there.." (i relactantly pointed at a nearby cupboard - while the voice in my head was sayin *do not ask to look in the fuckin cupboard!! there ain't shit in there!*)
"good", he said, "that's all i need to know"
Phew!
how do i get away with this shit??
bought another cd!
yea.. it ain't the best cover.. cheap bastards
more than just a pretty picture
clicking on each picture 2-3 times reveals magnified detail otherwise missed by the naked eye
went to see Batman Begins. i was never a batman fan. or any superhero fan. i hate good guys that always win the day. but i quite liked this. i left the cinema wanting to be a batman..
i so wanna be a batman
how did Punchbob Squashpants become so big and popular? i dunno.. but when i find myself watching it.. i kinda like it to the point where i wanna watch more. but i don't.
more wonderful art that i found...
if i was a rich bastard i'd have a house full of paintings like these..
maybe one day?
certainly not through my line of work though...
but as for work, my weekend job implies that i start work at 7am and finish at 7pm. but being the only one in an empty building, i abuse these hours terribly. by going in after 12pm and leaving before 6pm, that's cutting down my 12hour shift to less than half. if only they knew...
however, i was almost caught out last weekend when i failed to make one of my hourly check calls to a voice machine - this way they know that you're where you're supposed to be (yea right, i usually do this while still in bed!) and that you're ok. so after missing that call, they started lookin for me and even sent a supervisor over to check up on me. my excuse to them was i went out for breakfast and forgot to take the work-mobile with me. so blah blah blah from them and that was it. and the supervisor who came over to see me had to fill in some paperwork, one of which prompted the question:
"you have your uniform, right?"
(i wasn't wearing it)
"it's ok", i said, "they're ok with us here not wearing a uniform, it's no problem" (my own made-up rule)
"ok..", he sais, "but you have a uniform..."
"oh yea, yea, of course i have a uniform"
"yes, but you do have it here on site...!"
"er.. yea, yea.. i have it in that cupboard there.." (i relactantly pointed at a nearby cupboard - while the voice in my head was sayin *do not ask to look in the fuckin cupboard!! there ain't shit in there!*)
"good", he said, "that's all i need to know"
Phew!
how do i get away with this shit??
bought another cd!
yea.. it ain't the best cover.. cheap bastards
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you hunkin buff forien man...meow