Sunday 26 August 2007
Taking out a loan for a party.
Its party time at Patricks place of work. He was so excited because he knew the Genie was going to be there.
Summertime, Summertime
Fraser managed to grab a giant pad of paper and some pens one night. The only thing that he could draw was a giant picture of his boss, in large size detail. Heres the man himself promoting his own work.
And the close up of the final piece.
Work doodles.
Work has been quite boring recently. When the last hour rolls round I've had enough. Ive ended up just drawing pictures. Sorry about all the smudges on the drawings, the pen I have is terrible, it goes everywhere. By the end of the day my hand is covered with blue ink, Friday I almost left work with a line down my face.
My first attempt at drawing 'The Dinosaur'. Doing his masters bidding but not quite succeeding. That Patricks a slippery wee devil.
A group battle shot. I wanted the image to look like the final stage of X-men vs. Street Fighter when you fight Apocalypse, I ran out of space though. However the giant head does the trick. From top left to right: Patrick, Dave, Fraser, Frasers boss.
My first attempt at drawing 'The Dinosaur'. Doing his masters bidding but not quite succeeding. That Patricks a slippery wee devil.
A group battle shot. I wanted the image to look like the final stage of X-men vs. Street Fighter when you fight Apocalypse, I ran out of space though. However the giant head does the trick. From top left to right: Patrick, Dave, Fraser, Frasers boss.THIS IS SPARTA!!!
Patrick and Fraser finally got to see Frank Millers 300 the other day. Patrick had reservations at first about the portrayal of certain groups, historical accuracy and the message the film was trying to say, but the visuals and fight scenes swayed him.....kind of. Anyway after seeing the film me and Fraser did some drawing, Patrick and Fraser's boss the subject matter once again.
Above: Mine
Above: Frasers (the better one)
Above: MineAbove: Frasers (the better one)The image below is the actual shot from the film that our pictures are based on, and below that is the image from the graphic novel that the film is based on.
Plus Size Man Summer 2007
Theres this guy I sort of know and that me and Patrick have had drinks with a couple of times, only because it was a group of us. Fraser saw him and wasnt impressed, he wears a MuuMuu. If you dont know what one is then look it up here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muumuu 
Friday 24 August 2007
Concerns
Patrick is my bestest friend in the whole wide world, a champion of champions, and I would never post anything on this blog that he wouldnt want shown. This blog is in no way a personal attack on him, its just us having a little bit of fun. Sorry to anyone concerned.
Sunday 19 August 2007
Saturday 18 August 2007
Breakdown
This picture marks the first official introduction of 'the dinosaur'. Its a pity he has to make his first appearance at such a bad time.
New Character
We hadnt had a Patrick drawing in a while so I pushed him into doing one involving the world of Fraser's boss. He did a good job, introducing the newly created character "the dinosaur', Fraser's bosses P.A.
Wednesday 15 August 2007
Emails
A while back I had requests from a number of people that were interested in being exposed to some of my infamous emails that i would send to Mike and Charlotte. Some got a little taste whilst others missed out. Its been a while since I sent one and I know that Mike and Charlotte have been missing them so today I shall write a story that they would have expected to find.
In the weekend I gained a cold, well actually it was Friday straight after seeing Black Sabbath. On Monday I was still unwell so I decided to take the day off from work. I rang the office to tell them I wasn't coming into work. They told me I would have to bring in a medical certificate on Tuesday to prove that I was sick. A trip to the doctor for me then. Bullshit. I booked my appointment then went back to bed. I needed tissues as my nose was running bad so I went for a trip to the local supermarket just down the road. Its expensive but when your lazy and sick you have no other choice. At 4.00pm I went to my appoinment. The actual doctors office is above a pharmacy and you have to go through the pharmacy and up the stairs to get to the waiting room. I entered the waiting room, filled out some forms and took a seat. There were some interesting patients. A couple of walking deads, one of which said 'Yes' far too many times. She would say it to pose questions, add it to the middle of sentences and finally to end sentences. There was a guy that liked leather too much and a lady that had man thumbs which were attempted to be disguised by well manicured nails. There was someone else in the waiting room with me as well. Someone I was somewhat familiar with. It was an employee of that supermarket down the road I had brought the tissues from. Her name is Jaguar. I dont like her, she overcharged me on lettuce once. She was standing at the reception desk, sorting out something, perhaps making an appointment or paying a bill. She left the waiting room shortly after. I ended up waiting for around 50 minutes, watching patients and doctors going in and out. One of the doctors there was some lady and a vicious smokers voice. Not something I want to hear when im sick. I prayed that she wasnt my doctor. After pretty much everyone in the waiting room had cleared out I finally got to see the doctor. He was a really nice dude, and turned out to be the doctor that Patrick had gone to see. He gave me my medical certificate, proceeded in telling me to get a real job and then to get out of his office. I left paying fifty two fucking dollars for a piece of paper and still having a snotty nose. As I left the the waiting room and headed down the stairs I noticed that Jaguar was sitting on the top step reading a book. She hadnt actually left the office all those minutes ago, she must have been sitting there. It had to of been well over an hour. Why didnt she wait in the waiting room, wouldnt it have been more comfortable that sitting on the stairs?
I decided that I needed some food so I went to the supermarket just down the road from the doctors rooms (not Jaguars one). I brought my food and lined up at the checkout. Infront of me was a homeless man. It was the big beardy guy from the 'Welcome to St. Kilda' picture. He was talking to the checkout lady about how regular a customer he was and how he always goes to her isle. She wasnt in the mood, replying that she had just been accused of stealing and that her life wasnt worth shit. Everyone behind me was getting inpatient whilst the bum got excited at having her living in the same drop in house as him. Depressing as hell. Finally I brought my food and went home.
In the weekend I gained a cold, well actually it was Friday straight after seeing Black Sabbath. On Monday I was still unwell so I decided to take the day off from work. I rang the office to tell them I wasn't coming into work. They told me I would have to bring in a medical certificate on Tuesday to prove that I was sick. A trip to the doctor for me then. Bullshit. I booked my appointment then went back to bed. I needed tissues as my nose was running bad so I went for a trip to the local supermarket just down the road. Its expensive but when your lazy and sick you have no other choice. At 4.00pm I went to my appoinment. The actual doctors office is above a pharmacy and you have to go through the pharmacy and up the stairs to get to the waiting room. I entered the waiting room, filled out some forms and took a seat. There were some interesting patients. A couple of walking deads, one of which said 'Yes' far too many times. She would say it to pose questions, add it to the middle of sentences and finally to end sentences. There was a guy that liked leather too much and a lady that had man thumbs which were attempted to be disguised by well manicured nails. There was someone else in the waiting room with me as well. Someone I was somewhat familiar with. It was an employee of that supermarket down the road I had brought the tissues from. Her name is Jaguar. I dont like her, she overcharged me on lettuce once. She was standing at the reception desk, sorting out something, perhaps making an appointment or paying a bill. She left the waiting room shortly after. I ended up waiting for around 50 minutes, watching patients and doctors going in and out. One of the doctors there was some lady and a vicious smokers voice. Not something I want to hear when im sick. I prayed that she wasnt my doctor. After pretty much everyone in the waiting room had cleared out I finally got to see the doctor. He was a really nice dude, and turned out to be the doctor that Patrick had gone to see. He gave me my medical certificate, proceeded in telling me to get a real job and then to get out of his office. I left paying fifty two fucking dollars for a piece of paper and still having a snotty nose. As I left the the waiting room and headed down the stairs I noticed that Jaguar was sitting on the top step reading a book. She hadnt actually left the office all those minutes ago, she must have been sitting there. It had to of been well over an hour. Why didnt she wait in the waiting room, wouldnt it have been more comfortable that sitting on the stairs?
I decided that I needed some food so I went to the supermarket just down the road from the doctors rooms (not Jaguars one). I brought my food and lined up at the checkout. Infront of me was a homeless man. It was the big beardy guy from the 'Welcome to St. Kilda' picture. He was talking to the checkout lady about how regular a customer he was and how he always goes to her isle. She wasnt in the mood, replying that she had just been accused of stealing and that her life wasnt worth shit. Everyone behind me was getting inpatient whilst the bum got excited at having her living in the same drop in house as him. Depressing as hell. Finally I brought my food and went home.
Logic
My logic has again been criticised by Patrick. I stated that i have never met a good person called Peter/Pete. He didnt like that idea.
Tuesday 14 August 2007
HEAVEN AND HELL
On Friday Patrick and I went to Black Sabbaths gig at the Rod Laver Arena here in Melbourne. It was the first time they had played in Melbourne with this lineup (The great Ronnie James Dio singing) in 27 years. The opening act for Black Sabbath was Down, a band consisting of Phil Anselmo and Rex Brown from Pantera and Pepper Keenan from Corrosion of Conformity. We got there a little late so we missed the first couple of songs. Phil's voice was spot on and Down altogether produced some truly good southern metal. For the last song Pepper handed his guitar off to his guitar tech to play whilst he downed a beer and roamed the stage.Black Sabbath were next and we couldnt wait. Neither me nor Patrick knew much of the Dio era Black Sabbath songs so we were kind of in the dark, but once they started playing we got into it. Tony Iommi was amazing and owned the stage and Dios voice was crazy huge for such a tiny little guy. The last song they played was 'Heaven and Hell' and it was one of the best songs ive ever seen live, just incredible. Check out some of the pics. There not very good cos we were fairly far back in the stands but you get the idea.
Down
And now in bright beautiful colour.
Black Sabbath
On the way back from the gig we caught the tram. We got on pretty early on so we got seats. Whilst everyone was pouring on this dude with dreads came and sat opposite us. He turned his head slowly towards us and to our astonishment he looked like a more monkey'd Blair. His face was intense.
Saturday 4 August 2007
Welcome to St. Kilda
Fraser did some drawing again, this time its the residents from the streets of St. Kilda.
From left to right - Small Change, Tattersalls Guy, Ernest, Crowbar Quiet Lady, Beardy with Dog, St. Kilda Stabber, Crying Lady, Patrick.
From left to right - Small Change, Tattersalls Guy, Ernest, Crowbar Quiet Lady, Beardy with Dog, St. Kilda Stabber, Crying Lady, Patrick. Ernest
The other day Fraser was outside having a smoke. Whilst having a smoke there was this dude searching the pavement for cigarette butts to make his own smoke. He looked like Ernest and even had the denim baseball cap. There was also a street shark lurking around causing financial havoc for the local council and road works.
Friday 3 August 2007
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