Tuesday, June 02, 2009

Measured quietness reigning down from me at the moment. Even in the house we're speaking in hushed tones in case any overtly loud noise brings on the contractions early or some such malarkey - homunculus disgorgement is imminent...

To while away some of the time though I knocked up this piece of trash.



I purchased a homemade oil painting from eBay for the princely sum of 99p, and then proceeded to defile it with vintage (1983-86) transfers from He-Man, Star Wars, Battlestar Galactica and Knight Rider. It didn't actually turn out as well as I'd hoped - I think the term, "over egged the pudding" would be an accurate description of the result - but it's going to go into Toby's room anyway, and he likes it.

And finally, the fruit (literally) of our labours in the garden.



Not the sum total of course, just the stuff that's ready to eat now. I know what you're thinking, "you're going to have to freeze some of that over-harvest or it'll spoil". Pathetic isn't it? And I don't even like strawberries. All the other stuff in the veg patch is either over-watered, under-watered, partially gnawed by cats and\or pigeons or appears to be descended from some kind of rare breed dwarf variety that refuses to, or is genetically incapable of, growing beyond the stage it was at when we planted it....4 weeks ago. More "gardening sucks a massive wiener" stories at a later date pop pickers...
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are you watching me........?

2 comments:

Craig said...

I think the key question that all your readers are likely asking themselves is this: what exactly is happening beneath the Millennium Falcon?

themightychew said...

Is that supposed to be the Millenium Falcon?! Hmm, I suppose it is. Anyway, I think I was thinking that they'd shot an asteroid or summat. Or it was a ricochet. Or the Cylon craft was taking a pot shot.

Of course the correct answer really should have been, "art is whatever you want it to be".