Are you Dancing? Are you Asking?

The guitar ladies came and plunked and we laughed a lot and furrowed our brows a lot. Yesterday it was the cuatro with Jordi. We are a mixed bag of One Catalan/Andalucian, one Andalucian thoroughbred, one Catalan thoroughbred, One French, One Scot. The French and Andalucian are also singers so they tend to sing the notes when they don't know where they are on the frets.
Whenever Jordi says "si" he doesn't mean "yes" he means the note B but my snakebrain thinks he is saying "C" which he is not because here "C" doesn't exist. It's "doh, re,mi, fa, sol, la, si, doh".
Oh, and it seems arty farty musical types are all affected by the weather so yesterday the atmosphere was one of a rather soggy cloud and I played semi quavers in the final bar instead of quavers.
Tonight we are dining at Alice who used to be Frank. Think "Come Dine with Me."...on acid.

I can't find my fractal shoes...

Not only is Eric's temple cracking but someone left an abandoned car outside his gate yesterday. Being frightfully smart they removed the numberplates before leaving. Unfortunately the numbers remain entirely visible in the dirt ingrained surface of the citroen. More unfortunately the local council will leave it there for years because a)It is a French car. b) They cannot fine anybody to make some money out of it, nor will they pay for a tow truck.
But the sun is out...

Jump into my Boots.

And here's the evening version. The boots are in Artrage Demo as you can see by their little speel that inserts itself. I could paint over it but they are a nice company and charge a very reasonable price for their software which is guaranteed to make you feel about seven years old.


The guitar ladies are coming here on Thursday afternoon for a practice. It is already taking on a very surreal quality in my head. That would be...to my left Eric the poolman, his wife the reiki masseuse, the anetheologist (not even going to try and spell that) out back building a house and swimming pool his divorcing wife doesn't know about. Four pretend guitarists in my sitting room. And to the right Henry and his invisible wife, who funnily enough has the same name as me...well, what they call me in Spanish anyway. All in all it could be an interesting illustration. I got an accordion folding out moleskine at Christmas. I could make an entire street in it.....

Blue Boots with Laces.

Click to see if they fit.

This is for blogger Kaz who suggested the idea. Thank you, I am less bored now.
This is the demo version of Artrage 3.0. I presently have version 2.05 but...the latest version is awfully tempting...there's quite a bit of new stuff in it.

Ball

There's a nifty piece of software called http://www.artrage.com/ that is not expensive and is a hoot to use. You definately need a tablet with it though. You can make your own stencils and I get a perverse delight in spraying virtual glitter onto cartoon people or using the metallic features to draw gold crowns...or teeth.

It's really boring here today. I'd rather be somewhere else...but where?