On Friday we launched the exhibition “Words Nerds and other cataastrophes” which was curated by the lovely Chris Tamm and today I facilitated some workshops at the zine masterclass at the MCA. It was weird. Now I have big last week of school including 500000 assignments, 3 of which are relevant to design.

On Tuesday, my teacher asked if I had heard of the MCA and I was all “Heard of it? I’m giving a talk there in May!”.
Zine masterclass
And look at the list of hot babes I will be speaking with.
On Wednesday, my voice teacher made me cry, and I wish I had gotten the chance to namedrop this engagement before the waterworks burst forth from my ducts.

Big head, little head
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teeheehee. My dog is tiny! Giant rabbit is giant!

1. Tomorrow Vanessa ships off to Germany to be a writer in residence and I painted this for her to take with!
2. This chicken kept escaping from the yard, which set me off on a meat eating crisis( documented here in comic form).
3. Tutored a knitting class with some really awesome kids at the Penrith Regional Gallery and we made these little knitted aliens after being inspired by the current exhibition(which is awesome: check it out, it’s well worth the time to get out of Sydney, and the god awful heat of the hellish western suburbs, it’s such an amazing exhibition, and the gardens are soooo amazing).
4. Realised that I am on the verge of having a bear collection. Great.
5. Finished comic rehab. Realised that I’m better than I give myself credit for.
6. Grew these flowers from seed! It was so satisfying!

I can has new tag and share cookie
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I love my bitch. She is so adorable.
Warning: wee talk. This warning is for the fragile and non dog/cat/baby owners and those who like to pretend that bodily functions do not exist(I sometimes belong to this former category when feeling fragile).
Lately she has, since she’s a senior citizen and entitled to such eccentricities, stopped weeing in the morning when I get up, and just goes to find a quiet and dark place to resume her lay in. And then when I try to make her wee she refuses and holds it in for her afternoon walk.
We’ve taken to the strategy of almost re-toilet training her, giving intense praise upon deposit of wee in the backyard as though she has solved some really complicated stuff or something.
She was also rewarded with a new tag, in honour of her 11+ years service to the world. I love this hound.

I’ve enrolled in Comic Rehab! Hopefully it will be a fine kick in the arse and get me drawing more than weeds. It’s a pretty nice excuse to stay in and drink Vanilla Roobios and eat the pavlova I made to take out, invalid style, since I was feeling ill anyway. I’ll also possibly watch Anthony Bourdain(I could watch the episode in the Uzibekistan spa over and over and over, and I might just do that).

Waiting

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Christmas is difficult when you’re waiting.
I’m ever so much looking forward to baking day tomorrow with Vanessa and Tim! And lunch. Delicious Christmas Lunch. Mmmmmm…

My little internet friend, Bryan M. is being shipped off to the Navy today!! We all know my stance on military affairs, but I’ll miss that lil tacker, because he’s a good friend, and a little bit of a creepy stalker, but more a good friend. I’m really proud of him for doing so much to get ready for the navy and hope it’s good to him, because they’re really freaking lucky to have him. And if they(anyone) DO ANYTHING TO HURT HIM, I’ll get them.
GOOD LUCK LIL BRY!!!!

Girls of Valour

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Such a busy weekend!! Friday was Critical Mass(we rode across the harbour bridge), then Always show at Sydney. Saturday was Mixtape Event at the Workshop Showroom(we stayed out ALLLLL night) and Sunday was a blythe afternoon at the Camellia Gardens! Now I’m preparing for a very special interview.
Keep yr fingies crossed on Wednesday(please).

Oh, if you’re in Sydney this weekend, I’m going to be showing my untitled 50s girls in a milkbar illustration at the Workshop Showroom’s Mixtape Event, (in St Peters up the newty end here’s how to get there, on Saturday night from 7-9 or something. Also, Sam Twyford Moore’s lil bro is playing a show there and STM is also showing some drawings, and Leigh and Cecelia are doing things so are other people whom I am too unhip to know. It’s all music themed, and I’m going to be putting in heaps of b-52s mix tapes. I really hope my pink and red polka dot dress arrives in time. ie. tomorrow. Eeep!

25% more Snuff

Originally uploaded by Laura Appleyard

I’m so obsessed with this photo!!!!! Thanks Vanessa!!!
Snuffy is feeling better. She’s been on antibiotics and cream. Her eyes are wide open now!

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I was so cranky, yesterday, after finishing my holiday at Sam’s seaside mansion on the central coast(a weekend and a bit of bike riding- on STM’s mother’s really deluxe bicycle, swimming in the ocean and talking about ice cream), and being confronted with the cruel reality and mundanity of everday life(it’s really not that bad, but it was a really hot day), so I threw my camera and 2 dolls into my bag(not pictured) in an attempt to make the day better. Here are some pictures which I took.

1. At work, I fell quite in love with this catalogue in the back of “the courtship of animals”. I love the fonts and the colours. It’s so beautiful and it makes me remember even though many books are ugly, I’m really lucky to have a job where I’m exposed to different eras of design and a boss who also appreciates such nice things. 2. After work and cog, I met Fiona at Ice and Slice and we had a Sundae on Monday. We obliterated that sucker. If you click on the photo, you can see how thoroughly we scraped out the little pot of chocolate sauce. We then ate our way up King Street in a memorial of when we worked at the bookshop and we’d meet after work for sushi and then a brownie, but because we’re grown ups, we decided to have ice cream for dinner and sushis for dessert. It’s how we fly. 3. I mailed some things in the post box we used to use at the shop, and was pleased that that sticker was still there! It’s so cute! *ahem*

This morning I went for a cycle before getting down to my business of works I have to get done at home to get my blood pumping and encourage the production of energy etc, and I had a quite pleasant ride, riding around streets in my town that I never go down because I have no reason to. On the way back down the hill to home, I saw a magpie sitting rather close to the road on a branch, and I slowed down to check out what was going on, and as I got closer, it started to swoop at my head! So I stopped my bike and looked it in the eye and it flew back to its perch. I’d read and heard about magpies swooping(like of people crashing, going down a hill really fast and falling off trying to avoid being swooped and breaking bones!), but this was only the second time it has happened, the other time was when I was on my way to teach a workshop at the Penrith Regional Gallery, and I thought it was just angry westie birds, but alas, birds of the shire are also angry at this time of year. Anyway, I’d always heard that people draw eyes on their helmets to deter birds, so I thought if I looked right at it, it would do the same thing, and it worked! So I did it again, and it kept staring and looked as though it was going to swoop again, so I waved my arms and made hissing noises at it, and slowly rode on.
Gosh, the mean streets!

Riding along Loftus Ave(ie the road outta town), there were three teenaged boys standing on the footpath, and they moved aside as I got closer, and I felt really uncomfortable about them being there, so I slowed way down and saw they were holding water bombs, so I got off my bike and pushed and when I got closer, I walked right at them, and said “Are you planning on throwing those water bombs at me?” and they said “Yeah, huh huh” and I made scathing eye contact with each of them but held it the longest with the one that looked the bravest, and said “That would NOT be funny, do NOT do it” and they just stared and pretended to throw them and I said “DON’T”, in my bed calm assertive pack leader voice, and firmly believing that they wouldn’t even though I was fully prepared for them to throw them at me, and god knows what I would have done, possibly yelled at them and written letters to their parents(they were out the front of their house!), and continued walking until I was sure they weren’t going to throw them at me, and I kept turning around and giving them dirty looks.
This really happened, I was so proud.