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So been watching Game of Thrones again and all the blood, sex and gore made me want to draw (of course...). Here is the outcome




Not perfecto, but meh, will do for now..

CityFail- sheer stupidity

So it seems maybe, that there's been an increase in recent years of people adding stupid pills to their Coco Pops in the morning. Seriously, people do THE stupidest, most ignorant things during peak hour commution (yes, yes, I did just make that word up).

Who knows what made some guy, the size of a baby killer whale, stop in the middle of the station stairs the other day to start texting. Never mind the gazillion people alighting the train trying to make their ways out.

I don't even know if it's a question of brains. Maybe people are really that into themselves that they don't notice they're not made of air! Perhaps he should think about exercising his arse not his fingers, and stay the hell out of peoples' way.

soooooo tired

Completely off the subject of commuting to work, I seem to be perpetually tired these days.
I think it's lack of exercise and sitting on my fat arse in front of a computer all day. Anyways, I thought I'd do a silly drawing about that...



Also thought I'd post my deviantart page so you, someone, anyone, whoever is so kind as to read this, can look at my work, should you feel like it :)

Link

mm that's all!

CityFail - Ashbucket Station

"Good morning CityFail commuters. The train on platform no. 3 is running approximately 14 mins late."

Ah... It's not a good day if I actually arrive to work on time. And CityFail succeeds in never letting me do so! Without any kind of explanation for the delay they deliver a daily service of shoddiness.

Better yet, once the train does arrive, it's every man, dog and horse for themselves! Some old man this morning, made good and proper use of his cane on the back of my boyfriends heels.

Perhaps CityFail should provide a ticket service, first in first served, in order to prevent the daily peak hour carnage. It's a blood bath as people claw, rip and gnash their way into the carriage, vying for any pocket of space to sit or stand, most days not mattering if that pocket is on top of someone else!

As much fun as the struggle is, I can't wait till someone invents a transporter like in Star Trek, and I can get from A to B without the blood, sweat and tears :P

CITYFAIL

So I've decided to take this blog in a different direction (or at least give it some...). Therefore, I'm introducing CityFail! And I'm hoping the play on words, as well as logo, is not lost on any Sydneysiders who may be reading this.

From now on I'll be dedicating this blog to my weekly commute to work. Not just the awesomeness that is Sydney's travel system, but the people on it that also contribute to making each journey such a delight.

So! Let the snarky comments and frustrations fly!! To be continued...

mmm... crazy!

Holy fuck balls fat elephant! Where have you been?

O hey there! Yeah, sorry, I been crazy busy you know chillin', hangin', havin' a brew..

Or few?

..true...

Its not that I haven't wanted to blog. I've tried, really! But the fact is that i've started multiple ramblings and then either by realising they're rubbish and going nowhere or simply sobering up, have dismissed them!

Sobering up?

Yeah... i sometimes find myself sitting at home alone... drinking $2 cask wine and...

And?

And... eating peanuts from the bag... i don't even shell them first...

O fat elephant...

Don't judge me!! I feel like there's so much pressure on me at the moment! My tusks haven't come through and either because of that or my extreme lack of rhythm they kicked me out of the Elephant March. Also being constantly called fat is really starting to weigh on me. I tried to lose a few kg but I ended up looking all saggy and baggy and some smart arse parrot kept laughing at me! I thought I'd invest in a little R&R and went to the circus one afternoon. But they dressed me up as a clown and kept telling me to flap my ears and fly!!!!

Ok. Ok. Calm down, mate. Breathe! Jeezus, you're starting to sound a little crazy there!

Crazy? Me? Thats like a pot calling a kettle black isn't it?

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, dickhead, in case you haven't noticed, I'm you. Your alter ego, online alias, whatever. And you, are obviously, you too! So to break it down, you've been ranting on a good few paragraphs now to yourself!

Hmmm I see your point...

Uh huh... So you gonna pass that crack pipe or what?

Wait a sec... Does this mean you're going to start blogging again?

Yeah I'm gonna try! That's the best i got at the moment. Now light me up, dammit!

eat gullible for breakfast to make you grow up healthy and strong!

So for the past 25 years I've had the misconception that another name for a hare was a deddy. This all boiled down to the fact that we had a painting of a hare on our wall and whenever I commented on it when I was little, my mum would say loudly DEDDDDDDDYYYYYY!

It only came to light recently that I was in fact a dumb arse. And that the only reason she called it such was because my brother too suffered from genetic dumb-arsery and mistook the hare in the picture for a corgie that lived across the road whose name was Teddy, which he mispronounced Deddy!

Then I thought 'what if we took everything repeated to us when we were young as gospel?' And this is the tangent I went on...

Every time I'm happy I get funny looks off people cause I continuously clap my hands.

My parents have stopped feeding me sugar because I keep referring to my toes as little piggies that perhaps over indulge in market going and eating roast beef (which I think in itself is quite specific.. I mean why not some chicken or some veal? Maybe a side of vegetables?).

I steer clear of crusts on bread lest my hair get any curlier yet I've developed a weird obsession with eating carrots in the hope of achieving acute night visionary senses and so aiding in my life's ambition of becoming a spy.

I'm constantly standing round at a loss because Simon hasn't told me to do anything yet. Although who Simon is is a little confusing seeing as though I've never actually met the guy... Also I get anxious at the idea of walking down the street. A lack of Council funding has left a considerable amount of cracks in the pavement and should I tread on one my mother's back will break!

All this pressure of making sure every inch of crust is gone, not having any say in what I do and my mothers impending paralyzation (coz I'm bound to slip up sometime!) leaves me a little strung out! The only person I feel I can confide in is my teddy bear, but he seems to constantly be going to picnics in the woods! (Which he never invites me to. You know considering we're BFFs and all I find it a little disheartening that although he's met all my friends I've never met any of his).

So, strung out with no one I can turn to I start smoking crack, rename myself Laura Palmer and then whore myself out to my friends' dads!!

hmmm... wow! Guess its a good thing I finally developed a mind of my own and Deddy's aside, stopped swallowing every bit of crap my parents fed me.