Digital illustration. Life drawing … nekkid people. Textile design. Art history. Animation.

All at once.

That’s just the beginning of the next few weeks.

The beginning to another year of sleep deprivation and no life begins in less than 8 hours.

I’m kinda looking forward to it and slightly excited.

Masochist much?

Uumm yes.

‘beams’

Fuck me sideways. Why the rush?
Yano dating sites amuse me these days. All they are is a quick way to hook up with random people and have teh sexors. Go pay a freekin hooker. I ain’t it. Get your rocks off elsewhere. It’s hollow and empty. Which is probably why you twits keep doing it. Don’t tell me I don’t know either. I’ve been there, done that ,not doing it again. Boring.

I want a real man not an idiot. Prove me wrong show me chivalry isn’t dead.

Today the death toll continues to rise, now at 113 including two beautiful babies and many more still missing, bodies are continuing to be recovered and identified. My heart is sad.

(clicky)

Mukpuddy is a NZ animation, illustration studio and has some fantastic skills. This amazing piece of artwork will be going up on trademe.co.nz soon to raise funds for the people down South. Other artists are offering to pitch in. This is what I love about my fellow Kiwis. Please support them by keeping an eye on their Facebook page for updates and keep an eye out for upcoming auctions to help raise funds for the Earthquake victims.

Fuck you mother nature. Fuck you.

It’s Thursday night as I write this, right now police have confirmed 98 dead, 226 people still missing. There will be more people who will not be coming home to their family and friends. I have candles going tonight in respect for those we have lost.

It’s nothing new here with the whole earthquake thing, just like other places in the world we are prone to earthquakes on a regular basis. New Zealand gets about 200 earthquakes a year, many of them are just tremors, plates doing their thing. The two islands sit on major fault lines and the earth moves and sways and rumbles. When I lived further down the country I was closer to a fault line and experienced a few tremors. Most of them felt like the washing machine was on a hell spin cycle and the house would shudder briefly. As bad as it might sound, you got used to them. Then I moved up to an area where the city is sat among a whole pile of dormant volcanoes. Go figure.

I am sat here helpless and my heart hurts for friends who are sat in the thick of the Christchurch disaster. I shed a tear yesterday reading a friends account of what she went through. Tears for those I consider friends that are living this hell. The kids are traumatised, friends have lost homes, people are a bundle of nerves and terror at the ongoing aftershocks. The ongoing aftershocks are hell. The kink community again has been absolutely wonderful, offering beds to stay, food and love.

Our uncle and aunt were down in Christchurch the day it happened selling horses at a local horse sale. 12 hours of family frantically trying to track them down, all of us worried senseless. We’ve found them, alive, shocked but happy to be alive.

On top of all of this closer to home I had a close university friend here today, shellshocked and grieving. His flatmate collapsed yesterday and died due to a blood clot from an infection that was suppossedly clearing up. 22 years of age, a promising designer. Gone.

It.just.doesn’t.stop. 2011 so far you really suck.

New Zealand and it’s people are grieving for a city that is in ruins, for people that have been lost and the utter shellshock that has followed.

There are still bodies/people buried underneath rubble, countries from around the world have flown in to help search for people.

It is just horrible.

This week has been hell. It’s everywhere, the papers, the radio, the television, the internet, my inbox. I feel exhausted from stress and worry. The images that greet me daily right now remind me of the friends I have who are right in the middle of the horror, their kids, pets, family and friends. University starts again next week and to be honest I’m quite preoccupied. The whole six degrees of separation is very much real when you live in a country that is not very big. Everybody knows somebody. I am proud of New Zealand and it’s people. Everyone is getting stuck in and helping from all over, offering homes to those in need.

I’m sad for those I know, I’m prety much speechless and the amount of devastation I am seeing now on a daily basis is incomprehensible. I’m numb.

xxxxx

Some people get clucky over babies.

Impy gets clucky over puppies.

I haz teh puppy love.

I smell like puppy.

Impy is uber happy she had a visit from a friend and four gorgeous puppies.

WANT

‘pouts’

The reality of it is I can’t commit to having a bundle of fluff as much as I miss having a four legged fiend, life is too busy right now. It doesn’t however stop me cooing and squishing them.