Mechacoyotes

I drew these coyotes that are metal and operated with rubber bands and a pulley system.

Painting

Couldn't sleep. So played on Skyrim until 7ish then did some drawings of mechanised coyotes hopefully for an article. Then starting painting for the first time in a while. Got the back painting pretty much sewn up.

Ah.

Drinking white Russians (no egg nog). And chasing my brother around harassing him. Christmas wouldn't be the same without it.

Poor tim :D

I hate Jamie Oliver.

Apparently Jamie Oliver is going to "pimp" Christmas. To be clear. He's going to make Christmas have sex with strangers for money?

Article about dust piggies

http://hallalitriocht.com/steampunksunday-the-peculiar-madness-of-mike-bromage/491

How did we ever survive without technology

The irony of this post is that it's on the Internet being posted from a smartphone, while watching muppets Christmas Carroll on a 32 inch flat screen tv. I am not pointing this garbage out in a boastful way. More acknowledging the sheer hypocrisy of posting on a blog about technology in a, yes obviously, a negative way.

At what point did we lose our souls to this fucking garbage? Christmas this year started in august. Stocking up for Christmas with food that goes out of date in October. Kids becoming sociopathic monsters playing computer games mindlessly killing people for points and beating computer sprite prostitutes to death for imaginary money. I hate football but that seems to be the only point most children seem to connect with anything in reality, even of it is via a computer game that is related to football team that play in actually a sub-computer standard to reality. Has anyone every done one of the super moves from the tony hawk skating games? No. They defy reality, gravity etc you know the boring shit.

If there any imagination in anything? You can't really have a child now without it appearing on a social networking site. It's the new birth certificate, like some kind of Truman show reality. Yeah fuck registering your kids, it's fine, people know they're real because a digital impression of them is on Facebook. There's a video of them burping into your 8 megapixel camera. But if your hard drive dies where is your child? Is it still made of meat and screaming or is it now just a rumour of a child that once was.

Art is another example. If you don't have a website does it exist? Does your life mean anything if Simon Cowell isn't breaking wind in your hair as people text message a automated counter to say you are in anyway valid? What if no one is your friend on Facebook? What If you aren't on it??? Suddenly you are anti social. You are shunning your friends and interaction. Or is that actually a total ridiculous idea?

What about when you die on a social network site? You are instantly a deity with people who didn't talk to you identifying themselves as your closest friends. The friend requests flood in, oblivious to the reality that you no longer exist.

What of all the memories you've digitised? Are they no longer real once they've been deleted? If you don't have a photo of yourselves enjoying a night out then how does anyone know your were there? Maybe you weren't. Maybe you aren't actually real. Maybe your memories never happened.

What ever did we do without millions of pixels reminding us of who we are and how super fun we are or were? Shit. I can't remember. Maybe I'll goggle it.

On a final note the muppets Christmas Carroll is at the bit when Scrooge finds redemption. I'm not being Scrooge-like. I'm not shedding the material possession that rot my personality, brain and teeth. Because those dumb asses in the middle ages died of colds in their early 20's with no teeth, worshipping funny looking turnips.

So that is the difference between me and Scrooge. At least he had an epiphany.

Christmas peppermint kitties

Or hamsters. Depending on who you ask. :)

It's raining here in Montreal

I'm in Canada. Just for 2 weeks. I am meeting with Canadians. Hopefully have some time to explore!

I've got flu

So I am not doing much apart from sweating and a bit more sweating. I'm feeding my cold though. The picture below is of my medicinal fry up. And check out my comic because that's what I'm mainly involved with during my annual Christmas breakdown period. It's at http://www.dustpiggies.com - not everyone's cup of tea.

Tea room

Jess and I went for coffee and cake in a vintage tea room. Which was really nice.

Lovely day on the Jurassic coast

Incredibly proud of my dad and ben for building a beautiful boat of out wood and Braun.

P.s saw the best bit of graffiti.

Finally something makes sense

Ahhh. Skyrim.

Coffee

2nd night of no sleep. Drawing comics and Drinking coffee from my beautiful Quentin Blake cat cup that my future mother in law kindly gave me for my birthday.

Email

Got an amazing email saying that 'mcrancid' is trying to be trademarked by a company in china. A kind lawyer thought he'd let me know, all he needed were my address, bank details, etc. so emailed all that off along with my passport and drivers license. Hope to hear back soon.

This is the shop door way picture from the toilet review.

Exeter toilet review.

This objective scientific study will be graded on 1. Hygiene 2. Design. 3. Likeyhood of sexual assault.

Carluccios.



1. Hygiene was very good. Obviously frequently cleaned.
2. Design was very functional yet classy.
3. Sexual assault unlikely due to proximity to public area and good lighting.


Bushy area



1. Hygiene not great. Urine smell was what defined this as a toilet destination. V poor.
2. Designed as a wall with a bush alongside, as improvised toilets go not a great one. The cover was sparse.
3. Likelyhood of sexual assault. Fairly high.


Marks and Spencer's




1. Hygiene surprisingly poor. Floor was wet with urine and smelled.
2. Design. Similar to whole store, which I consider a mistake. Cafe and toilet same design stand? A no no.
3. Likelihood of misdemeanour sexual assault / harassment pretty high. A man brushed my buttock with his bag. The pervert.


Coal restaurant



1. Hygiene. You can even see urine stains in the photo. Poor.
2. Design. Horrible.
3. Chance of sexual assault. Disturbingly high. It was in a poorly lit basement. Meeting a dedicated pervert would be disastrous.


Shop doorway




1. hygiene. Poor. Smell of urine again more designating this a toilet area.
2. Design. As a toilet? Poor.
3. Chance of sexual assault. High. More chance of arrest really. Hopefully you'd be arrested before the assault took place.

And that is my report on exeter's toilet spots. Happy hunting.

This is a visual metaphor

So that is why this is probably my last blog post this year. Unless I do a photo update.

Went out for dinner

It was like a fucking age ago but didn't bother posting images. The reality is that I am not posting on my blog because I've got nothing positive to say about anything.

Post cards and a bit of pizza

Made a bunch of illustration size postcard drawings. They are mostly obscene. But it's fine because I'll never show anyone because nobody understands art. Because it's a made up word that means nothing.

Walked on moors like Kate bush

Then came home for vegetarian pork sausages and vegetarian potato mash. With vegetarian onion gravy.

I haven't eaten breakfast in ages.

Did potting. Didn't have my breakfast. Future mike your old breakfast is rotting in your bag. It's not actually your bag. So get on that yeah?

Wolf

A drawing from my amazing and appalling novel: the inimitable life of citizen trouser. The guardian didn't review it, but if they did I think it would be described as 'a searing journey through the noir of the mind'. They are a bit fruity like that.

Pottery :)

The beauty of a fresh canvasses. And the cold brings the ultimate hat and cardigan out of hibernation.