Well, hello there!

It has been a while. I'm sitting here at the table at home, on the computer. Listening to music by Frank Black, my old fave. Tess is asleep on the old couch. Let's kick off this blog update with a shot of some people who were kind enough to accept the flyers I was handing out for Dion out the front of an Ice Cube concert.



Mavie is up to his old tricks, screening movies in the park guerilla style. For halloween, he chose Beetlejuice.



Quite a crowd gathered, to the joy of my unfocussed lens. Screw you, spellcheck, I like two s's in unfocussed. Is that wrong?



Tess definitely has two s's in her name, and she sure loves a movie screening in the park.



We've had a few storms, causing interesting flooding of the track.



Our walk was cut short this day.



One very rainy day we drove to the warehouse for a skate, before that was encroached by creeping puddles too.



That's right, it was halloween. Marcelle kept finding costume ideas amongst the detritus of the warehouse.



Sam and I put together some last minute outfits that turned out quite well in the end. Sam was a mummy and I was Sam.



Mavie as a very convincing Beetlejuice.



Riley's secret Riley growth!



Dave was a great handy man, and Andy took our breath away as Bubble'o'Bill.



But outfit of the night went to Tim's highly disturbing half man/half woman.



Jason 'Sleazy Aal', Harriet's dead cowboy, Georgia's troll doll, Mel's ghost and Sleeper's Laura Palmer also get a collective honourable mention.



Chris and Marcelle



Action shot



I went with Joey to skate the new Cranbourne skate shed, hallowed turf indeed, the proving grounds for one Scottie Cameron, etc etc. The new street course sucks!



But the bowl is tops.



We flailed around for a while, scared out of our wits.



The foam pit is a hilarious addition, utilised to great comic effect by Joey (clip forthcoming)



My mum came over for a few days last week, which was lovely. We went around doing stuff, sat around doing not much, and ate at Beatbox on Friday night.



I have been missing all the social events of late, but am determined to correct the situation. Dropped in on Z Man's exhibition - not the opening, mind.



He had described it to me via email and it was exactly as he described. The pic to the left is called 'a big fuck you', if memory serves correctly.



This flickers on and off slowly, to great effect.



Raph has expanded his burger empire to the rooftop of Curtin House in the city, which is also where I work. Very tempting stuff, but I keep it to one a week. Nice to pop up there for a chat whenever the mood strikes me. He had an opening do this evening just been, it was a grand affair!



Charlotte was there, feeling my pain on the hayfever front. It's ridiculous!



Dion casts a disapproving (or is it menacing?) glance my way, while Sam explains something in the background.



That's all for now!