Thursday, May 18, 2006

Ranting rave...

Aaaaaaaahhhh! The relief of the first mouthfull of icy cold beer...a constant companion beside the cathode-ray nipple which suckles me also...however, methinks that breastmilk may be radioactive... Will there one day be a generation of people walking around with fried eyes and mobile-to-temple tumours...rampant, staggering-Night-of-the-Living-Dead video gamers, computer geeks, artists, students and yuppies...or does that concept even exist anymore? We're being dictated by the fashion industry that we must dress like preppy school-marms with bug-eyes. Fashion is the cynical puppeteer who pulls our strings to don irony-upon-irony of fine and not-so-finery and removes our sense of oversight until ten years later, when we're burning photos of a day when fashion dictated that we looked just great, seduced by the numbness of newness, yet appropriating with extreme predjudice, all times past in the ever-pilvaged smorgas board of social data...oh and did you hear blue's in? Bugger that, unfaithful tourists of azure...you gotta live a lifetime of blue before you really know it, kinda like moving into a small country town and still being an outatowner after 50 years...

I am downloading a month's worth of software...Dreamweaver, Photoshop, Flash, Illustrator...I have work coming out of my ears, but it's kind of a relief to not be able to do anything while it downloads. So many times, exhausted, I have loved the bittersweet wait of rendering video. Taking a compulsory break when you haven't allowed yourself to even sleep properly for weeks...speaking of which, time for a real break...













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