Scrapbooking Inspiration (via a Japanese drama)

I've been thinking about scrapbooks and travel journals and itineraries lately because I was thinking about how best to plan stuff for an upcoming holiday, and also how to make that stuff as cute as possible, and it turns out there are endless ways and endless fun stuff you can do in this area.

I was thinking, hmmmm, maybe I should carry around a little notebook and draw things I see and keep diary entries and tape in some tickets and cards and wrappers and things. The truth is that I was inspired by watching the Japanese series "My Husband Won't Fit" (it's a series about a couple's very specific sexual problem - it's quite sad and at times a bit too graphic for me, but it was an interesting watch and I've included two screenshots here from a really cool shot sequence I liked from an early episode), in which our protagonist, Kumiko, diligently keeps beautifully maintained and adorable scrapbooks about things she does with her husband. She sticks ice cream wrappers onto the brown pages and it looks so cool and cute. I was like, "wow... I wanna do that!"


Screenshots from "My Husband Won't Fit".

So I've been looking at a bunch of pictures of people's travel journals and scrapbooks, and something about all of them and their fun, haphazard, collage elements, their scribbly handwriting, and their element of collection when it comes to photos and tickets and brochures makes me really happy.


This one, made by April (Penguins Creative) had so many fun pieces. I like the use of stamps, and cutting out titles and characters from leaflets.


My favourite part of this travel journal by Heidi Swapp is the way she created these fun little circles to write inside. Such a great, creative way to break up a page! And I love her handwriting too.


This journal spread by Katie Licht uses white space and rough edges in such a perfect way, and I love the inclusion of an old photo. It has so much personality and space.


And finally, I thought this spread by Elsie from A Beautiful Mess was beautiful. Such a cute combo of dictionary pages and photobooth pictures with her husband. So simple, so good.

So maybe I can do something fun like this, but for now... I do have a very cute spreadsheet with important info and a table of activities that I'm building. I looked at some "travel itinerary spreadsheet templates" and took some useful elements from them to make my own, and I am now very excited about my spreadsheet. Thank you for understanding and respecting me while I work on my beautiful spreadsheet.

Also, check out this screenshot I took while playing an S Club 7 video recently:


Truly, the most perfect and singular moment of art.

Time Aren't Real

Doing a blog post sometimes feels like tidying. I guess it can be like decluttering your thoughts, or just like with making lists and diary entries it's like you're just putting them somewhere outside your own head. It's a nice feeling.


It's spring time, and I keep being shocked by the presence of so many Easter eggs in the shops. I wasn't ready for this time. I'm in some kind of timeless bubble in my head where it can't possibly be almost Easter. I feel like time has stood still for at least six months. Maybe I'm a 500 year old time freezing witch and I'm just not fully conscious of it. It's possible.


Things feel good though. I mean maybe this timeless feelings is because so many things have been there to fill the time. It's all jumbled into one pile of things. I've met new people, I've been animating a whole bunch of stuff, and writing and making videos with people. There's a freedom inside all this stuff. All this great and fun stuff.


Here's Jenny Nicholson and her Big Porg. Look at them. A perfect family.

The other day I was looking at some dresses. I very foolishly perused the Topshop sale items (and H&M because, of course) and found some stuff I thought was cute, so to relinquish my desire to GET CLOTHES I'm gonna post them here. Check 'em out:



Which one is the best? I'm getting the second one tbh and no one can stop me, but if not stopped I will obtain all dresses in existence, so at some point I have to be stopped.

Anyway, here's frog:


WOW HELLO


Here are some strange little paintings. They are coming to haunt you. I think my scanner is scanning them a little darker than before. They're lurking in their own shadows. The darkness is nice in its own way though.


Paint is a glorious little mess as always, and I may have lost 90% of my hand-eye coordination the moment I picked up my paintbrush, but no god or mortal can stop me. You know, like it's good to make these pure and thoughtless things. Find them under pillows or just crumpled and folded in all my drawers, stuffed in the clear plastic folders getting plump from too many paintings.

They're a fun and haphazard kind of nonsense creativity, is my point. And I miss posting them here in all their chaos. Painting feels like a sleepy thing to do right now. Like I can't really think or concentrate when I'm doing it. I can't really focus on my movements too much. It's nice to lean into that feeling and make hazy things. Lazy shapes.


This is my favourite picture though. The little bear on the ground. A small perfect thing. And lumpy, happy surprise. There he is! A little creature! Ain't nothing more blissful.


I guess my thoughts are kinda hazy right now too. Everything feels sleepy and tired. It rained a lot the other day, and it was suddenly cold again. I've been drawing in pencil and enjoying the texture. Something about it feels simple and almost grounding. Maybe I'll write some posts here that are more like stream of consciousness diary entries again in future. I don't need to think to come here and just enjoy the sense of pressing keys and hearing their pleasing tapping sounds.

It's nice to think out loud, and paint out loud, and have vague memories of things come with all those rambly words and muddy shapes.


Here's a little tissue paper boy. My sweet son. I love him the most. Look at him. He's so happy. I love that boy!


Happy Little Blobs


A while ago I made a weird little painted animation, and I've had these scans of the frames sitting on my computer since then, so I thought I'd post them. It's kinda cool to see them all together like this. Maybe they're really better in this form. All huddled together like a little collection of bugs, or a neatly arranged aerial photograph of all the receipts you just took out of your bag.


It's a nice little neatness looking at them all together. You can see how the colours gently fade into each other. It's interesting to look at and think about all the individual frames of an animation. You're really stopping time. But maybe even better is that they're all together on one page like this. Huddled close. Maybe I should have never separated them at all.


I was planning on drawing over them in pencil, but in the end I just decided to leave them blank. Simple paint blobs. Happy little blobs. Sometimes it's good to simply make a blob sacred.


Any kind of little mess can be perfect.


Perfect Songs

Last year I did a bunch of monthly blog posts choosing five favourite songs I'd been listening to each month, and it was a lot of fun to catalogue songs in that way and sort of define a month in loved sounds. I'm not planning to do that again at the moment, but I do just feel like doing something similar and listing some songs that are swirling around like bright and rushing blood in my head right now. So here are some songs that I really, really love at this moment.


1. Joan - All The Way


This is a true synthpop bop that came up on an autogenerated Spotify playlist for me (of course). Spotify just wants to feed me so much of this stuff and it is incredible. It's so bouncy, has fun little "Go West" style jingly guitar parts peeking around the corner of the song like me peeking into my autogenerated Spotify playlists at 1am and winking. It's really good, thanks.


2. The Good Natured - Lovers


This is one of those hidden little bands that seem to have slipped through a bunch of cracks and live underneath the grates with their amazing songs that you can see hidden down there. Lurking. Every time I remember their existence it blows my mind again. They're incredibly good at choruses, and have a very catchy sort of pop structure throughout a lot of their material that's blended really nicely with some fun, dark lyrics and a great sort of "thrown at the wall" indie style sound. This song will not leave my head and I like the home footage style music video. And I love singer Sarah's hair and penchant for shorts with tights. Style icon and legend.


3. Vampire Weekend - Harmony Hall


Vampire Weekend are a band that I never really listened to until very recently. I think I heard an early single and just didn't find it that compelling at the time, and that combined with their apparent ubiquity just kinda pushed me away from ever paying them much attention. But eventually when I finally sat down and paid attention to their albums I realised that I love them. I guess sometimes it takes sitting down and actually taking the time to listen to the sounds and words of a song or an album to connect with it in that big, warm way that feels so good. So I'm glad I did that, just sat down and listened to an album of theirs without really doing anything else. Because I finally got that gleeful feeling of hearing a weird, funny lyric for the first time and being like, "wow, okay."

Anyway, Harmony Hall/2021 was released in January of this year, and it's beautiful. They've mastered these really gentle, lilting swells. That same kind of calm, soaring release that I love about a lot of Cat Stevens songs. Such a very alive and dreamy feeling. I love Vampire Weekend. I love. Them.


4. Dolly Parton - Marry Me


I'm putting this here because it's cute and great in general, but the thing that really sells it is the laugh Dolly does at the end, which has rejunivated me and extended my life. I'm an immortal now, thanks to Dolly Parton.

Songs. They're good, aren't they?

The Death of a Scanner


Oh look, it's my face. After a good seven years of scanning my face, my scanner has finally given up on life, so these will be the last scans made with a Canon Pixma MP270. Goodbye, sweet prince.

What a great scanner it was. Well, it's time for a new one. I don't know yet if the new scans I make will be noticeably different at all, but it's kinda strange to think that suddenly there's a transition. In the whole time I've being doing this it's been constant. One scanner, and one face that doesn't seem much different from when I started.

I'm excited to try the new scanner though. It's a Canon Pixma MG2550S. Very exciting.


The longer my hair gets, the more of an obstacle it becomes for the scanner, but I suppose the most interesting part of these scans over time, it could be argued, is the hair, since it's the thing that most clearly changes. I remember having really short hair in some of my earliest scans, and I feel like there's a particular youthfulness to that... although of course I was younger. But maybe I'll never have hair that short again.


Strange to thing of these ways I was different, and how they're captured this way, maybe invisibly (in the sense that there are kind of visual reminders I can pinpoint that I don't think would signify anything to anyone else)


Anyway here I am, still.


Googbye: The End of Google+


I've heard a sick rumour that my best friend Google+ is being deleted, and I'm here to tell you that Google+ will never die. In my heart.

I have been enjoying Google+. It's actually the best social media option, and you are all fools and cowards for believing otherwise.


Twitter is cancelled. Google+ is the way forward. These people agree:


Dissenters shall be punished.


Google+ is good. Please don't leave me, Google+. I need you.


One day we are all going to wake up in a cold sweat in the dead of night, knowing all of a sudden that we were wrong to forsake Google+. Knowing that the confusing nature of joining circles on Google+ was simply our own terrible flaw. Because Google+ is good, and we've taken it for granted. And for that, we can never forgive ourselves.


Please. Hang your head in shame. How could you? How could you neglect Google+ like this? It just wanted to make you happy. It just wanted to link your Gmail account with an ever-increasing cascade of new Google+ accounts popping up like new nameless pustules of online identity, splintering off like a tough orange segment that stays attached to all the pith but tears at the centre of its flesh. It just wanted to give you another Google+ page, and then another, and then another, to show you it cared. To show you it loved you.


But you never appreciated it. You never cared for its segmented and shuffling kindnesses. It never had your attention. You killed it. You pulled it apart like a wild dog, torn +1's pouring from your mouth.

Are you happy?


Are you happy now?


Don't forget...

Google+ died for our sins.