Oh, Right.

So, yeah, last night we did that whole New American Felines thing, and I guess a bunch of you were a little confused as to what was going on. I can understand, as everyone involved with The Straw seems to revel in being as cryptic and obtuse as possible, which, y'know, is pretty much the perfect description of what an artist is anyway. Wankers.

Whatever: it seemed to go well, at least for the brief moments that we were present for. Basically, it was an art show to commemorate the opening of the Straw Gallery, which is a fancy name that we've attached to Josh & Sean's garage; the theme was cats, because, well, it seemed funny at the time.

Now, I'm not an artist. I tend to think most artists need to stop playing with glue and get real jobs, but Josh wanted something from me, so I figured I'd give it a shot, and ended up getting all the kids that Rachel looks after on Thursdays (aka the New American Feline Appreciation Club) to colour and sticker over some pictures of felines that I'd cut from a magazine, then glued them to some construction paper and got Josh to hang them up.

Thankfully, everyone else took the thing a little more seriously. You can find more pictures here.

I gotta cut this short, cuz I am actually boiling ribs AS WE SPEAK. I know! I'm gettin' all culinary on you guys lately. See ya later.