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I had a weird dream this morning, a new twist on the familiar house/kittens anxiety dream. In this one I was working house to house on a council rubbish and recycling job with monkeyhands and there was a house with cats on the roof. On closer inspection, there was also a cat on the windowsill, then a lot more cats on the windowsill, some of them kittens. I went closer to try and photograph this incredible cat crowd and the smallest, cutest kitten turned round and it had three eyes! It was still cute. Disturbing but cute.

When I told timscience about this he said we would look after all the kittens until they were rehomed, apart from the tiny mutant which we would keep ourselves and call it Kittenface McNulty and use it to scare off the door to door electricity salesmen.

I've started on the pile of artwork. Everything must go. Well, not everything, obviously. But everything that's really no good must go. There's actually rather less of it than I thought, anyway. Maybe I lost some in a previous move. Although comic art is very compact to store compared to, say, oil paintings. I'm turning up also, here and there, bits of art by other people, some I still know, some I've long since drifted out of touch with -- a few, I can't even remember who they are -- and some, well. I'm putting some bits into piles for people; some others I'll pick out for a zine show next year.

The other thing I'm doing is going through the photos. I've been a compulsive photographer of nonsense ever since I saved up cereal packet tokens for my first camera, and the great winnowing of that heap is going swimmingly. Along the way, I'm finding that I have masses of photographs of all of you, looking fabulous. Don't worry about the shots of you pulling a funny face or looking a bit weird, they're all going in the recycling. You will be glamorous. You have no choice in the matter.

I think this Christmas should probably be the year when I pull my finger out and pass on all those promised prints to the people concerned.

P.S. M&S are at it again! A 3/4 length white faux fur/silver snakeskin coat! I'd show you, but it looks like it's too exciting to be on their website. That sullen brown-haired model they use for everything would probably snap under its over-the-top inappropriateness.


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23rd Oct, 2008 17:44 (UTC)
I think this Christmas should probably be the year when I pull my finger out and pass on all those promised prints to the people concerned.

Amen! I need to do the same. You are a little voice whispering in my ear and making me nod my consent, but from which shoulder do you hail, the one with the angel or the one with the devil?
24th Oct, 2008 10:28 (UTC)
I always imagine that the little angel looks kind of like Andy Warhol in angel wings, so I'd like to be on that shoulder, please.
24th Oct, 2008 10:10 (UTC)
I'm so glad I was in your dream! It's funny, I was having a conversation with addedentry the other day about green anxiety dreams. So I hope we weren't taking too much stuff to dream-landfill.
24th Oct, 2008 10:31 (UTC)
It was a sort of presorting thing we were doing so that when the recycling lorry came through they'd be able to sort stuff into the right places more quickly, and we were also skimming the rubbish to check for recyclables. There was a quick set of tasks we had to do at every house. It would probably have been quite efficient if it hadn't been for us getting distracted by kittens!
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