*boblea

Is there anybodeh out there?

I know that dA message replies aren't working lately because of transfering everything onto new servers and such and I'm trying to be patient but IT'S DRIVING ME CRAZEH!

I'm missing the little exchanges I have with all my lovely, beautiful, witty, intelligent, handsome, talented, generous, wonderful dA friends. I'm even missing the ugly miserable bastard ones too.

AH'M SO LONELEH! SPEAK TO MEH SOMEBODEH!


Ah just realahsed somethin! Because the replies aren't working, nobody will know if I answer them or not if they write to me! I'm getting so stressed! Like a tree falling in a forest with no-one there to hear me fall! No, it's more like yah hear me fall and yah say somethin like "You k Bob?" and I say something like "I'm k thanks for asking" and then you're like "Hmph, he didn't answer me, last time I ask him if he's k! And he's not a tree anyways!"

...and it was good

Something happened to my first version of this and the text went missing. Here it is again as best I remember it...

We went to Corsica, it's a beautiful, mountainous island off the south coast of France. Did a lot of lazing about on the beach, flopping in and out of the hotel swimming pool, reading books and did a whole lot of people-watching.

The Corsicans were very friendly and appreciated our efforts to speak French, showing us great patience and humour. I want to draw some pictures now of some of the scenes I saw....

Switching everything off for a week, including my head

Going to take a break from dA for a week. Me and my lovely wife Colleen have been working far too hard for far too long so we're taking a break. The first real one we've had for years. I'll be tuning in again on Sunday 6th July.

Be good. ^_^

I'm not really confused by the way, I can't seem to change the mood emoticon for something more relevant!

I'm supposed to be at Wimbledon...

Yeah, I'm supposed to be playing at Wimbledon but I haven't got the courage to turn up.

Ah, the things I would do...

If I had a very hairy chest I would comb it diagonally from top left to bottom right to make me look as if I had been hastily sketched by a left-handed person.

I would brush it horizontally as if I was going past really fast like as express train.

I would blow-dry it in the shape of a starburst so that I would look like I was running really fast or that I had been struck by a meteorite.

I would let it go all curly as if someone had scribbled it on me.

I would dye it green and let small sheep graze on it.

I would part it down the middle and have a little tattoo of Moses walking through the middle.

I would do all these things if I had a very hairy chest. But I haven't.