Tuesday, October 11, 2005

My Shallow Depths In 24 Cans

Sometimes I struggle with what to write hear, sometimes it's just obvious. Today is actually my birthday. Pretty much nobody outside my family knows this because, pretty much, I've not mentioned it to anyone. I'm not really a big fan of birthdays, though they are a good source of booze (24 cans of Beamish and a bottle of Powers this year) and I generally prefer to keep them quiet. However, I have long since realised that someone always seems to work it out and they then become one of two things i.e. mystified or offended. So here it is, it's my birthday. Now I've told you, I've told anyone who cares to read it, leave me alone. Thank you very much.

Not sure where I found this little gem but I'm very fond of it. The rest of her stuff is pretty handy too. As is the photography of Lina Solander, who I'll admit I only found because I was quite taken with her DeviantArt profile pic. I deeply suspect, though, that my shallowness has hidden depths because it also lead me to these, frankly, stunning works.