dirty on the shovel

This is happening in Newcastle-upon-Tyne in a few weeks. The observant will notice the central figure in this poster is based on the woman in the Stems' audience from Sunday. I couldn't see her face at the time so I imagined what it would be like. I originally rendered pretty much the whole picture as a drawing, with the crazy awful people up the front by the stage, but it didn't come out that good so I just isolated one of the people at the stage and forgot to put in the stage. And added a beetle. Well, you know, I don't have many ideas these days.

mia's dream

A few days ago - I think when she was finishing her magnum opus or maybe the 'making of' film (I'm not joking), Mia went to bed at the time I was getting up, like 6am-ish. About an hour later I was going to work so I came in to say goodbye, and this transpired:

M: It's all flat and rocky.
D (more and more like an old man who wants to describe everything around him so people know he's sentient): I think you must be dreaming.
M: No, it's happening now.
D: Do you mind if I blog that?
M: [mumbles]

Later on she agreed she didn't mind.