I had been working with a group on a uni project all day, and we ended up finishing at 4am. The project was due at 8:30am on that day. I was completely delirious but wide awake. I live an hours drive away from my uni and it would be pointless to drive home, sleep for 3 hours and drive back again. So I decided that instead of sleeping where I would just be more wrecked when I woke up, I would just wait it out, hand it in, go home and crash on my bed.
But what to do at 4am...for 5 hours? What was even open?
Answer: 24 hour McDonalds. Yes, for 5 and a half hours I sat in McDonalds and watched all manner of lifeforms walk in and out... Secret police deals with the employees... An endless line of truckies with competing facial hair...
Anyway, after my 30th McCafe coffee I thought my questionable 2-hour flaneur session was wearing thin, and I needed something else to pass the time. Enter piece of paper and pen.
This is Old Man Maccatree, named after the place he was born, and shaped by a fried mind and the characters that passed through. The eyes and moustache here were directly taken from a truckie
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the story behind this one is the best. hahaha i slept in the computer lab once. security guard came in and jesse and bill were on their computers, he got all weird about it but left. he didn't see me though. that was a good night. that fucking project was rediculously big (if we printed it as big as it was meant to be, it would have been around 8 meters long, a0 on the short side) luckily we shrunk it down. i love your anecdote about the truckies and to many many coffees. this work is great. fav'd for sure.
so you were making a billboard, lol. God damn.. which labs - building 25 or 17? You were incredibly lucky to be "caught" and able to stay. I stayed a couple of times in 25, by hiding when I heard them come around or simply saying I was allowed to be there. But then the night before the final third year portfolio thing was due, I was booted out. It was such a mighty kick to the balls...lol. Didn't finish that one on time..
yeah in building 25. Jesse has a weird way of convincing security staff we are allowed to be there. one time we got kicked out, we just drove to 24/7 maccas, came back an hour later it was around 3? and the cleaning lady had just finished the room and she let us it. it was heaps funny. another time we just shut the door and locked it so no-one knew we were there hahaha. oh man we had so many over-due assignments it's shameful.
What an awesome cleaning lady. I feel like my whole life is a battle with idiotic and blind upholders of useless bureaucratic systems. "But WHY? What will actually happen if I stay? My GOD, what??". Whenever I'm met with the response "because that's the rule", I want to brutally commit a murder. Lol.
yeah i hate that. i usually can get by them because im known not to break rules, hahaha. i'm kinda obsessive compulsive when it comes to certain rules, i physically and mentally cannot break them. i call them absolutes, but then again i am rather messed up in the brain. but i like being trusted i suppose. but yeah it sucks when people have such a narrow view of the world, all black and white, no grey. bend the rules for god sakes. I guess we were lucky, we had understanding people when it happened (luckily) i cant even read this right now, i think ive typed this reply like 4 times. i just watched the black swan and my perception of reality is a little off right now. i recommend it, especially on the topic of brutally committing murder. its unlike any ballerina movie i have ever seen.
Yes! I saw Black Swan earlier this week! Incredibly well made and acted. It was so intense. And afterward it felt like my heart was up in my chest for a good half hour. That lingering effect has only happened with a few movies before.
Known not to break rules? hahaha, *movie trailer voice* "and they're following ALL the rules". What are your 'absolutes'? I probably know what you mean, I've got alot of things like that which manifest themselves in various ways - the only vaguely life affecting (and so diagnosed) obsessive compulsion I have is that I subconsciously pick and scratch my fingers and have great anxiety when I'm prevented from doing it, lol. It results in having fucked up fingers, and so usually I get around in at least one bandaid. There was a stage where every finger on both hands had a bandaid on. Terrible grip-wise, oh the amount of vases I dropped. Everything else is just trivial stuff that I cop shit for from my mates, haha. Like needing to arrange stuff so it's at it maximum aesthetic potential, having things parrallel. They've dubbed it "Si Chi"
hahaha Si Chi. i understand. My absolutes are things like I can't do something wrong where i know i'm doing something wrong-- more specifically things like catching a train. I cannot skip trains, i simply cannot do it. i have to buy a ticket, or i walk. i also cant park or steal or anything like that where i should have paid, i physically cannot do it. Its not that i dont want to, i just cannot. its weird, like rather then being completely moral, ive been conditioned into it, where its no longer choice but nature. if i ever break an absolute (which has happened maybe once. only once, i assure you) i like bleed guilt out of my sweat glands and i feel like people can smell it. hahahaha, there are ways around it though, say i love the free bus and i'll use alternatives so i dont have to face an absolute, but i know many people can freely avoid any guilt associated with many things, but i can't. I didnt have a particularly strict upbringing, i wasnt brought up religious or to have a confounding fear of my actions in life coming back to haunt me, but i am non the less bound to this kind of excruciating code of conduct. I saw a psych for a while and he says its probably because i have a massive fear/anxiety about letting people down, even if it means going out of my way to make myself unhappy to create confort for another. Sadly this becomes an issue when I have to choose between two parties, i.e. family and friends, uni and work, etc etc. the moral conundrum of how can i please everyone tears me up inside and then the shadowy figure of angry moose appears, but is never vented. i'm meant to practice releasing my frustration in healthy ways, otherwise they think i'll have massive anger issues later on and because i'm not violent towards others they keep saying i'll be self destructive. but, i mean apart from trying to eat my weight in junk food i dont really do anything self destructive. except chewing my nails. but bad habbits die hard.
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