While We Sleep
  • I told you before about my girlfriend having a new old Canon AE-1. Really fun to shoot with. here are some photos.

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    *Photo by Lindsay Fry (my rad girlfriend)

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Pappa Pat

My mate at work became a father about a month ago and he’s gonna be a super rad dad (aka a Rad). I promised i’d write him a poem for his daughter and it turned out to be way harder than i thought and i’ve hit a wall. I feel bad cause its taking so long, but i’ll get there eventually. but  anyway, he teases me a bit so i don’t care that much. The other day i squirted spray and wipe into his mineral water and he got the shits. it was a bit of a laugh but he got me back by leaving work and going for a swim while i worked (aka pretended to work). Anyway, enough of this babble. He was in the Scum Fighter show ‘For Reasons Of Our Own’ and he takes some nice snaps. You have to have an account on deviant art (and lets face it, only D and D players and fans of vertual naked ladies have these) to see nakie ones of his lovely lady but i’m sure the other stuff will be enough. http://harpsome.deviantart.com/

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i did think this was a picture of a weird elephant snapping off a large dried dog turd, but apparently it’s a tusk… i’m calling bullshit.

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I only like my girlfriend cause she lets me use her cameras.

So i’ve got this super cool girl that i’m going steady with. Her parents own a yot (aka yacht) and her brother flys a heli-fly-machine (aka helicopter) and she has a Canon 5oD and just got a nice Canon AE-1 that i get to play with. These are some of the reasons why i love her.

ooh yeah, and i just shot a roll of film on the AE-1 so i’ll show you that when i get it developed (happening now).

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shut up

so, haven’t put anyhting up here for aaaagggggeeeessss. So what. internet is for losers and my scanner has cooked it. i was planning on putting some drawings i’ve done up, but alas technology ain’t no friend of the humble man. Hopefully soon. please stay in touch, it would be horrible to lose such a friend as you.

yours truly,
Charles Josh me.

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An Unedited Story of The Man with a Beard of Tales.

just wrote this. sure to be plenty of mistakes and lack of flow, but least we’ve got stories!

The Man with a Beard of Tales.

By Josh Pringle

Long ago, before the stories of the world were everybody’s to share, there was a grumpy old man who owned them all. He lived alone on the main street in the biggest house by far, surrounded by coins and gifts. Everybody in this town hated the man because he kept all the stories to himself. The only way people could hear these stories was if they paid him in gold coins or treasures of their trades and then gather around to hear him speak. The people would listen but as soon as they’d heard a word it would fall into his beard and be lost. The words would fill his beard and stay stuck there, making it impossible for the people to take the stories home to share with their friends of family. Now you and I both know how great stories are and it is no surprise that these people would empty their pockets for the chance to hear great yarns of distant dragons or a hopeful tale of a local hero. But as the years went on the grumpy old man got more and more greedy and would make people pay more and more to hear his stories. His wealth and his beard grew larger and larger as the people of the village grew thin and poor.

The villages thought it was unfair that only one man should own all the stories of the world. They wanted to share the great tales and be free to make their own; so they hatched a plan. One night the whole village came to hear the old man’s stories and formed a single line outside his house a mile long. Each person would pay him all their remaining gold and he would continue the longest most amazing story they’d ever heard. Words of rainbows and rivers and swords and hammers and kings and crayons flowed from his mouth and into his beard. Through the night more and more people came and showered him with the last of their gold until he grew weary and fatigued and his beard bulged with his used up words. But so large was his thirst for gold that as long as the coins kept coming he would not stop. And as the line continued so did the story until his beard was so large that you could hardly see the man. Finally the line came near to an end and the last people sifted through the door and their last coins were thrown. With these last coins came the story’s end but the words were too much. The man’s beard had grown so large that it had swallowed him whole and all you could hear was the clink of gold and a muffled ending through his whiskers. ‘The End’ said the greedy man as his beard grew so large that it engulfed him completely, sending hairs down his throat and choking him of his life. The villages cheered and all the strongest men gathered their axes and hacked the beard into a million pieces and as the final whisker fell to the floor an almighty wind blew through the town, twisting and twirling and sending all the words and hairs flying into their eyes and ears and mouths and throughout the land. The whiskers travelled near and far and gave the people of the world enough stories to last a million lifetimes. So next time you read a book or heard a tale and create one yourself, think of those brave villages and the greedy old man and try find the whisker that gave you your tale!

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*for samm and ravi.

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ive been doing some cutting a pasting… i enjoy it…

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Sold Out!

So, the For Reasons of Our Own show at the Scum Fighter gallery was a success! Sold three quarters of the work on opening night and sold the lot by 5 o’clock Sunday! About $800 was raised for the Art House and a few happy punters left with some top quality cheap as fuck art in their grubby little hands. Thanks to everyone involved and everyone who came along. See you next year maybe.

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oh, and we were in the paper too on the wednesday before the show. tops!

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