Monthly Archive for March, 2009

Sketch: Mew? Tuna Plz.

Kat Johnston Sketch: 'Mew? Tuna, please,' says the kitten to the crowd, 'I'd like my dinner now.'

‘Mew? Tuna, please,’ said the kitten to the crowd, ‘I’d like my dinner now, if you would be so kind.’

No-one had expected this. No-one for a moment had even an inkling that the Feline Alliance would so quickly overcome the opposition of the human factions. Truth is, cats had been priming the homo-sapiens for thousands of years into a state of somewhat-subservience. It wasn’t really too much of a leap to make that final move to quash remaining rebellion within the midst of mankind. No-one can resist cute kitten eyes. Especially not me.

With a reluctant sigh and a downcast gaze, I crumbled, fetching from the glistening counter-top the very last sachet of premium ‘Tasty Tuna Delight Kitty Chow with Hairball Control’, tipping it into the spoilt feline’s dish and setting it on the ground beside me. Lolita had won yet again. Dinner was early tonight.

Sanu: Pro-unicorns vs Anti-unicorns… Unicorns win.

Sanu Stuff: Cuppy unicorns... seriously... where do I come up with these ideas?
I hope to the lord above that I’m not committing career suicide by posting this… but my hubby talked me into it!

Second Life is a fascinating place – so many things go on that get no further than a chat with friends over drinks otherwise. I’m not sure if I’m normal in this respect, but ‘pro-unicorn vs anti-unicorn’ is something that I and my friends could happily discuss for a good while… it comes under the same banner as the discussions we sometimes have regarding something like the morality of being with a werewolf – theoretical, but fun. Thing is, in Second Life, there actually are unicorns. And werewolves, for that matter.They’ve even gotten some bad rap in mainstream news some time back – controversy regarding the acquisition of baby unicorns in Second Life if you’re so urged to look it up. Anyhow, back on topic…

A particular shopping district, the Starlust Motel, is currently having a heated debate – and it’s spreading. All over the grid, people are choosing sides, forming factions… in some cases, its all out warfare. I’ve picked my side. Super fun sparkle ponies (with horns) rule – so there! The hubby, on the other hand, is distinctly anti-unicorn. He’s all for the tyrannosaurus, which according to him is the natural enemy of the unicorn. I can see it from both sides, however, for now, I’m going with the unicorns until someone convinces me otherwise or I have the unresistable desire to do up some anti-unicorn propaganda to brainwash the masses too.

As a result, I made a whole set to celebrate unicornyness! Top to toe, all you have to add is hair, skin and eyes… perhaps some clothes if the cream-puffs don’t do it for you… lets face it, they are rather, uhhh, revealing.

So… I guess the real question is… which way do you swing? Pro-unicorn, or anti-unicorn?

That’s all for today, folks!

Sanu: Ice-cream is out, cuppy-cakes are in.

Sanu stuff: Cuppy-cakes are the new ice-cream.

You know, I’ve had my ice-cream obsession… its had a good run… and I am certain to return to it in the fairly near future. However, I’m currently taking a break from it and refocusing on another awesome food-group… cuppies!

I recently did three batches of cupcakes for my husband’s birthday, decorating them with little fondant pacmen to give them the geekish flair they so desperately needed. Both he and I are geeks at heart, as are a good majority of our friends, so they went down great. With that baking of cupcakes, and with Shep’s release of a lucky cupcake item, it was time for a change: ice-creams are out for the moment, cupcakes are in.

I’ve been madly making cupcake items like you wouldn’t believe. The above item is just one of a plethora of items now available in store for the cuppy fans: 50 new cupcake fish in the 7seas custom prize server, 72 cuppies in a lucky dip style lucky-cuppy, and even a cuppy head covering in the group archives for those situations when 172 prim hair just isn’t going to cut it. Hell, there’s even a cupcake skirt and pasties in the group archives.

And there’s more on the way. Keep an eye out for more cuppy items coming soon!

Sanu: Adventure Quest – Hunt on the High Seas.

Sanu stuff: the promotional signage for the Adventure Quest hunt. Yay!

Argh, I have been ill ill ill, and it hasn’t been pretty. Coughing and hacking, sniffling and sighing: I really don’t take well to having the flu. On the upside, I’m starting to feel somewhat human again, which is rather a blessing indeed.

In celebration of feeling human again, I finally sat down and mucked out another quest for Sanu. Those who know of my hunts, know that I like to give them a bit of a narrative to make the hunt more interesting. As has been the tradition, this story links into those that have gone before it – this time, it goes into a story about Chloe, the wife of Pip (the star of our first adventure) and mother to Hamish (star of the second). The hunt will run through to the 14th of April, with full instructions available at the store. So, without further ado, let me give you the first part of Adventure Quest: Hunt on the High Seas.

Little Juniper was the tinest bunny of the litter, and the youngest besides. Indeed, it was for this reason that she would spend her evenings sitting below the bush that carefully hid the entrance to the warren and sigh with wistful abandon. All the other bunnies were larger, stronger, and more athletic – she just didn’t feel special by comparison.

One evening, her grandfather spied the young doe by the doorway, shuffling across to sit down beside her. “Good eve, little Juniper.”

Juniper sighed. “Hello Grandpapa Pip.”

Grandpapa Pip was saddened by the folorn nature of his young kinsfellow. All knew of Juniper’s feelings, but even the encouragement of her esteemed father or all of her brothers and sisters seemed to do little to make her smile. Grandpapa Pip thought he might know just the thing. A story.

“You know, Junie, it doesn’t always pay to be the strongest, or the biggest. There was once another young bunny, very much like you who didn’t need any of those things to achieve great things.”

Juniper stirred from her thoughts, showing a curiousity none had seen out of her for weeks. “Who? Who, Grandpapa?”

Grandpapa smiled, patting his lap. Juniper scrambled up and settled herself within his warm, comforting embrace.

“Her name was Chloe – your Grandmama. It was soon after we had our firstborn, your Da Hamish.”

Juniper gasped in surprise. Her very own Grandmama? But how?

“The sun had just slipped below the horizon when a messenger flew into the entrance of the very warren we sit in now. With chest heaving, he delivered a message: the keys to the sacred jewels belonging to the rabbit king of the next dale over had been stolen: and by pirates, no less. He offered bountiful rewards for any who could return them.”

Juniper bounced in Grandpapa’s lap. “You mean she found them? She found the keys? What happened, Grandpapa?”

“Well, Chloe and I had just had your Da, but what the King of the Dale asks for, he must receive. The messenger came for us, for the King knew of my adventures before. I, however, could not leave: I’d broken my paw only a week before – it lay completely useless. Your Grandmama, however, could search for them.”

Grandpapa Pip paused for just a moment. Juniper’s eyes shone brightly as she waited expectantly for him to continue.

“Chloe packed herself a basket, with a few things she thought she needed, and she set out from the warren, leaving me home to tend to our newborn. She first set out for the cherry tree, within sight of our home.”

Chloe’s adventure had begun.

Sketch: A pair of rabbit ears.

Kat Johnston Sketch: this rabbit hardly looks pleased... ah well. It serves him right for being a telly.

Lets get the quick stuff out of the way first: I don’t have a painting picture to show you today because I am in the middle of sketching out another canvas, and it is not ready to be seen yet. So instead, you’re getting another bunny. He doesn’t seem to be incredibly pleased at being stuffed into a television and used for his ears.

Now, onto the more important stuff! I went to the Powerhouse last night to check out a certain comedian I absolutely adore… Tim Minchin, in his show ‘Ready for This’. If you haven’t heard of him before… well… you can thank me later for introducing you! I love, love, love his work like you wouldn’t believe – its hilariously irreverent, occasionally thought-provoking, always brilliantly executed.

I must admit, I found the start (as in the entrance/lightshow thingie) to be a touch iffy (the sound was a little loud, and thus a bit distorted for me), but I think that has to do with it being opening night  – there’s always bound to be a couple of glitches to begin with. From there on in, however, it was perfect.

Things started with Prejudice, which the hubby and I were quite delighted with: James has a tinge of the ginge in his fringe and we’ve been humming the song for the past couple of weeks straight. Even with someone yelling out ‘bluey’ part way though – he just took it in stride so well. Another highlight was Storm, a nine minute long beat-poem, and another was brilliant song which mimics my own attitude towards certain types of critics, in response to his first scathing review… oh heck, if you’re in Brisbane, just get onto the website and book a ticket if you possibly can.

Ok… Minchin fan-girliness… over and out.