A bunch of punks in Auckland have started a skate magazine called Muckmouth. Their website warns “If it still offends you… do not bother to complain as we still do not give a fuck about you”. Although I’d never heard of them until today their latest stunt is about to hit the international press (you heard it here first) because of this obscene sacrilege:

I can’t imagine Brian Tamaki’s following will take this very well, but no one has yet been killed for using his image in vein. On the other hand when Danish newspaper Jyllands-Posten published 12 cartoons of Muhummad, their embassy in Pakistan was bombed. One 75 year old cartoonist will be in 24/7 police protection for the rest of his life because of the death threats and attempts against him.

What shocks me about these designs is not the derogatory way these figures are portrayed (haters gonna hate), but that someone actually pasted them up all around Auckland City:

Surely a poster which puts lives in danger breaches the advertising standards?

Yay for the resurrected (or zombie depending on your beliefs) Jesus!

And thank you God for inventing chocolate, of which I have been given so much this year, mostly in animal form.

The best thing about this Easter is I got to meet the real life versions of all the chocolate animals I got! We saw a duck at #gardenpicnic on Friday and a wombat, bunny and bilby at Featherdale Wildlife Park on Saturday.

The excitement continues with Wicked tonight and the Easter show on Thursday. I am really looking forward to seeing Robosaurus!

Hope you’ve had a happy Easter and feel free to come round if you are missing out on chocolate, there is plenty to share!

(Andy in Lake Karipiro, Christian Camp 2007)

A hipster I know once decorated a makeshift cafe by putting goldfish on all the tables. They were barely alive in small jars filled with dirty tap water.

None of the city kids with their modern allergies and soy hot chocolates cared. After enduring twice daily Church services with haybales instead of chairs, they had bigger concerns than God’s small creatures. Andy was the king of these city kids, a true Church celebrity. He would lighten the mood of the Church services with his Jackass stunts.

New Years Day 2007 Andy announced he was going to swallow some of the goldfish.

The crowd cheered him on as he brought three fish out. I sat anxiously behind 500 people waiting for someone to stop him. As he lowered the first goldfish into his mouth I sprinted up the hay aisle and snatched the jar containing the other two.

After camp my friends left with Andy to go to a beach house. They neglected to invite me. I was left to drive home alone, with the twenty goldfish I adopted still in their jars.

One of the goldfish died almost immediately after I left the camping grounds. I pulled over and gave him a funeral, not sure what to do I threw him into Lake Karipiro. For the next kilometre I drove with tears gushing as I watched all but two of these creatures float to the tops of their jars. I felt lonelier every time I pulled over to throw a small orange body into the lake.

I prayed the last two would survive the trip home, but shortly after Lake Karipiro turned into Waikato River both had glazed eyes and their bellies sticking up. They too were returned to the water.

A month would go past before either Andy or I would go back there, and in that time we became friends.

It was a short lived friendship.

28 January 2007 Andy did a back flip into the Waikato River and broke his neck on the way down. His body was found upstream from where I had thrown the dead goldfish. It put things into perspective, but three years on I don’t particularly like goldfish anymore because they remind me of Andy’s death.

It’s not that controversial, coming from the church which caters mostly to sexual deviants.

I always thought Darryl Parsons did their ads (I guess because of Godmaks?), but their last campaign was done by M&C Saatchi. Do they have an account with them?

AND: The Nativity (Eric Gill, 1931, wood engraving)

A great typographer and a terrible man. We excuse bestiality and incest because we are all guilty of using his font.

Woke up early this morning, sirens going and the sky was bright orange. It’s calmed down a lot now (colour wise) but there is dust settled like heavy fog. This is a photo of the harbour bridge from my office – usually I can the opera house and the city behind it but today I can barely see the harbour bridge only a few kms over the valley.

It’s funny seeing SUVs which have never been out of the city now covered in dust like they were meant to be.

David Chambers shared this video with me. James and I started watching it, but ended up pausing it half way through to have a heated debate about religion.

via adsoftheworld

This is totally like a phase I went through circa 2006 where I would photoshop my favourite paintings and turn them into comic strips.

I don’t think the line “comics are art. just funnier.” fits. Not because I am offended by how sacreligious it is, but because none of the ads in the campaign are actually funny. I like them though, just think they would be improved with an eraser to the copy.