number 352 men

looking good frank!

number 351 better late than never

brink sisters inc show at edition a couple of weeks back was a hit. who knows where they both got those legs, but they know how to be talented, and have enough sisterly angst to power a rocket.

your pictures suck, but i like you

number 350 i had a week off part 3

and not much happened

number 349 not the invisible man

my invisible cape seems to be NON existent to angry people at the moment. someone just yelled at me again. an elderly well dressed man felt the need to unleash all of his months anger on me because i was on the phone whilst stopped parked on the side of the road.

making a 'get off the phone' charade at me...my response was 'hello - i am not even moving and am parked!' mime back to him.
'IT'S A $400 FINE JUST FOR HAVING YOUR MOTOR RUNNING AND BEING ON THE PHONE'
somehow i didn't want to tell him that, um the fine is not actually that much...so i give him the 'come on, and back off' signal

THEN he comes running up to my car screaming at me...runs around and tells me that he has noted my rego, and - through missing teeth and turquoise jewelry shaking hands, that this time i was lucky, because i was not going to be reported to his superiors...what kind of superiors????

why does every one on a sunday want to get so crazy at me, and why does the barina not have auto lock on the doors!

number 348 love notes

i like notes on your car, notes on your bike, any kind of notes. we used to write them. cryptic ones and leave them on boys cars. sometimes they worked. i got one in my letterbox as a result of the notes on cars mischief. i wished i had not ripped up the notes that some crazy used to leave 3 years in a row on valentines day. same person. each year they got more creepy, but when they stopped it was kind of like oh...happy notes, notes of passion, notes of forgiveness, not useless notes to get all crazy over.

so when i got back to my car the other day and there was a white piece of paper flipping in the breeze - i was kind of like yes. until i could see the bold black pen. so it was a note..of the angry kind.

i casually inspected the kissing bumper bars. mine, to his. really, just only ever so slightly touching. so i moved the car forward.

'hey! HEY~! DID YOU NOT SEE THAT YOU MOUNTED MY CAR' - guy shaking with rage
'um, well, i just moved my car to see the damage your note mentions, and i actually think mounting is a SLIGHT exaggeration and as we are both standing here looking at this, i can't see one bit of damage can you?'
'YOUR CAR WAS MOUNTING MY CAR, do you do this type of thing on purpose'
'clearly my car was NOT mounting your car'
'I HAVE PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE - is this the type of thing like to do on purpose' big on repeating this one.
'do you really think i want to crash in to your parked car on purpose, so i can then pay excess and increase my insurance premiums and RUIN your beautiful, shining beast that is parked here right before our eyes? ok, seriously buddy, you need to cool it. there is no mounting of ANY sort going on here. you go get crazy, but i am leaving now.'

drove off.

number 347 in and out

someone changed the locks on my back gate so to deal with the task of hauling my bike though the front door i was chaining it outside. each day as i walked out there and it was still there, i was secretly like, oh bike you are still there, and you are still so shiny and nice.

until yesterday. i walked out the back, and vanished...just like my wallet, just like my lone boot with the 1 perfect gold stud in manhattan storage...gone.

oh well, maybe it will come back. maybe i will just have to get a faster bike!

number 346 your pictures suck

long legged sisters Benedict and Maggie Brink are having an exhibition.




number 345 i had a week off part !!

number 344 i had a week off part 1