Monday, April 18, 2011

IT'S NOT MY IMAGINATION

I've got three days to do an exam in which I am massively seriously underprepared for, so I thought I'd make myself SOME CRAZY BLUEBERRY JAM BLACK FLAG TOAST FOR BREAKFAST YEAAAH. This is what happens when you do Arts. Mint.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

WHAT?

IN OTHER NEWS, TODAY I LEARNT THAT RUSSIA IS LIKE PART OF ASIA. WHAT?

Thursday, April 7, 2011

forehead

I'm currently taking a break from writing up a blog post for my ARTS1090 course, which you'll probably hear me referring to as the Scott Shaner course because I can never remember the course code properly. Here's a picture Stephen made in Digital Media a few years ago.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

bachelor of ald

Here's a very mediocre video I made of Stephen and Genny eating chicken feet. Vimeo for special bonus hip points.

Music is #FuckYouRemix by Ninjasonik.

Monday, March 28, 2011

AGIRLINMIDAIR


Pretty close to literally exactly the kind of music I've been looking for for a really long time now, and was planning to make with Stephen and Lehana and Vivek and some others. Courtesy of Alissa James Leow - slick work bruz, though you probably don't need to steep your voice in so many effects!

Saturday, March 26, 2011

when you go to the plaza, it's all uphill hey

Today, Handyman Bob dropped by again to eat cereal, pick up the enormous Cee-Lo Green poster I nabbed for him, and do some more work on my gross DIY board, which is a bit of an ironic thing to call it since I'm not Doing much of It Myself. Thinking of throwing on some new griptape, painting a neat new design, and maybe slimming down the sides again a tiny bit. TTTTOOOOOO GGGNNNAAAARRRRLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYY.

slap slap slap pound up down snap



The Deebanger and myself enjoying a night-time skate sesh featuring the fine, dumb tunes of The Death Set and Ninjasonik, shit tricks, Canon 350D, dubstep dancing, faces, and of course, the obligatory part where we give up, kneel down on our boards and start rolling around the back yard doing really stupid shit. Pretty much how Monday evenings used to be spent way back in Year 11, occasionally featuring the Freshmaker and his grand nuggets of wisdom. MISS THIS SHIT SO MUCH.