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Post-it Note Friday

I’m thinking of starting to do this regularly. Which probably means I’ll do it three times then forget…

Anyway, Post-It Note Friday will just be some of the small doodles I’ve done through out the week. Not drawings (or sketches even), but those small scribbles that I make when I’m meant to be giving someone my full attention while they say something incredibly important.

So here we go…

Post It Notes

P.S. My last post about not being sure if I was wearing pants must have offended my jeans and they sought their revenge! Here is an email I sent to ASimpleTune yesterday…

“Urghhhhh…. I just had one of those moments which really makes you question the meaning of life. Or least the design of it. Or at least of balls! I was quietly working away and listening to my iPod when, I guess I must have shifted my weight and… Well…long story short, my pants tried to garrotte my testicles. I let loose a quiet ‘ugf’ when I really wanted to shout “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHohmygodthepainTHEPAIN!” And then had to pull out my headphones, un-focus my eyes and concentrate on not falling off my chair. Really, you don’t know what your missing out on by not having them….”

Curiously she didn’t reply and in a later email I said I really thought it would have provoked a response. She simply wrote: “I was gonna save that to laugh at your face” Personally, my face could have withstood it. It wasn’t the part of my body that was concerning me.

I feel that with all the OH&S stuff about posture while sitting at your desk, they could have slipped this in as a possible consequence of slouching.

P.P.S. for those that haven’t noticed, I’ve finally gotten around to slapping a domain on the blog. You should be able to get here in the future with www.mrsketchy.com.au


Ok, this is both embarrassing and really cool.

Subtitle; A brief history of mr sketchy.

OK, first of all if you go back to my very first post you’ll see my storybook picture for the Monday Project. But if I’m honest, that wasn’t my first post. I wrote two others, but I deleted them before taking the blog in a different direction.

I started reading blogs more years ago than I can remember. The first blog I can remember getting into was the cartoonist Tom Tomorrow. After that I got into a lot of political blogs and a few other cartoonists. Over the years I’ve built up over a dozen blogs I read regularly if not daily. But never had I been tempted to try blogging myself.

Then when I was going through a extended quiet period at work that was rapidly eating through my sanity, I came across this post

One of the first times I had laughed out loud reading a blog. I soon came across this one.

That was it, I was hooked.

The Bloggess has to be the most enjoyable blog on the face of the planet. Or the internet. If that has a face. Ok that has gone horribly wrong. The thing is The Bloggess simply writes the way I wish I could. She has the type of humour that I wish I were brave enough to say (or write).

It was her blog that finally inspired me to give blogging an attempt myself.

Now this is the embarrassing part….

A couple of Fridays ago I had a lot to drink, including red wine, which I normally avoid cause it has a habit of knocking me totally on my arse. So in this state, I made the unwise choice of getting on the internet.

Now I had always planned to write a post like this acknowledging the influence and inspiration of the bloggess. But while I was barely able to type, I thought I’d write my very first fan letter ever instead.

Yeap… you can see where this is going…

My subject line was “I would totally stalk you but I can’t be bothered…”

I didn’t do myself any favours after that either. I rambled on about how cool I thought her blog was, then somehow got onto rambling about some other blogs that were cool, Catacombe Creative and The Monday Project.

I also suggest some sort of weird reverse interview thing, which I thought was really amusing at the time, but on reflection, no, Not so much.

Anyway, I hit ‘send ‘and promptly passed out. The next morning I woke up, remembered the email and promptly put it that well used part of my mind which houses embarrassing things I’ve done while drunk and am determined the best course of action is simply not think about it ever again.

So imagine my surprise when she actually sent a cool reply. Actually apologising for taking a few days…

How freaking cool is that?

Honestly, you have to go read The Bloggess. Click the link or you’re dead to me!

blogging is a great way to be insulted!

so, i’ve already had wordpress imply that i’m some sort of smut peddler

now, when i talk about visiting my family and family secrets, this is what wordpress links me with…

Oh, it's on!
Oh, it's on!

who needs trolls?!?!

p.s. i got so bored at work today, i figured that i would try to post this in my lunch break. apparently work has decided that would be too exciting and blocked my ability to upload images to wordpress.

either that, or wordpress has gotten tired of all this dancing around and is officially declaring war on me. my next post will be from the trenches!

it’s a perfect example of how my week is starting off.

like i’ve  decided to open a new account with a different bank, i got to the front door of the bank and realised i had no idea if i would need proof of my address. or id. or money.

so i thought i’d check their website and found i didn’t even need to go to the bank. you can start a new account online and i doubt they worry about you feeding your latest bills into the dvd tray of your laptop to prove where you  live. in fact the only thing you need if your tax file number. which i really couldn’t remember for the life of me. fantastic.

honestly, if i was ever in a science fiction movie and i needed to stop the self destruct sequence, i’d run to the override computer (through all obligatory hallways full of pipes venting steam) only to be spending the last five seconds going;

“now was it 344 or 334?”

then *ka-boom!*

moral of the story, don’t ever trust me with your spaceship… or something.

p.p.s. i have no idea that if your postscript become 3 times longer than the original message, you have some sort of moral obligation to swap them around. i plan not to lose any sleep over it!

p.p.p.s i have no idea what’s up with the text formatting. wordpress really, really hates me!

A couple of quick links

Two small things that helped me get through today…

A photo series of twin houses, side by side, but one of the houses is abandoned,

Second, a person who did an impressive job decorating his basement for $10(US)http://www.heraldleaderphoto.com/2008/09/18/man-decorates-basement-with-10-worth-of-sharpie/

Almost beer o’clock!

Sitting around…

So, I’ve talked about work before, here is one thing though I haven’t mentioned.

My work three different modes;

a)    insanely ball-tearing crazy
b)    moderate
c)    quiet as the grave.

The problem is the ‘insane’ part last around 5 or 6 months of the year. Moderate can last 1 to 3. Which leaves in a best case scenario, 3 months of it being more quiet than that time at the party when you were trying to comfort the host by reassuring her by publicly saying what a complete arse her ex-boyfriend was, only to remember someone told you they got back together last week.

We’re in a quiet period right now. I’ve source some work from other departments, but even that’s dried up at the moment. So now I’m being paid to mainly just sit around on my rather ample butt.

Some of you may think that’s not a bad wicket to be on. However, let me assure you, while I wouldn’t object to the occasional day of peace and quiet, a couple weeks of it can be maddening.

Part of the problem was there was a round of redundancies thanks to the world financial check bounce that’s been in the news of late. It’s not really sure if there will be another round of redundancies or not. Put simply it’s not a great time to be doing nothing.

Added to that, we have actually been told that there is a high chance of our internet usage could be ‘monitored’ during this period. Not that matters, after 3 days, I can’t find more than 15 minutes worth of stuff to keep me entertained.

Also, we’ve been told it’s important to ‘look’ busy. So, it’s not like I pull out my sketchbook or work on anything on the computer too long that is obviously not work related.

Basically, if there is no work to do, I can’t do anything productive.

I’m rapidly losing my mind.