Nite Diary.

I can only take so much credit for these images. Without the technology, they would not exist. But without me, the technology would not be used. Without these images, your day and my internet journal would be less visually enriched. And without credit, I would die along with my compulsions of the lens. At the end of the day, I permit life to give me happiness and beauty, and you can't say fairer than that.



This is a Powerbrush Girl. We only did it once and it was wonderful.



This is a blue sky plus a pylon. Blue skies make most things look better, and this metal line boss tests no rules.



This is Glo-Cat, kind of a play on Go-Cat, the cat food, and glow worms, the worms. I wrote that bit as someone else because it is 05:43 and my true sense of humour can't be bothered. From this weary pose I can see how unfunny most of my jokes are and I choose to befriend the polite characters at the annual charity gala. The truth is: I watched some directed footage (Sway's "This Is My DVD", "The Enigma of Kasper Hauser" and "Election") and then two episodes of "The Smell of Reeves and Mortimer", then walked home paranoid, telling myself that I'd be stopped and freed from my bag of media products. All in all, as they say, I am going.

"Fairer than that."

Smart arse.