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• Shirtheads - featuring Tabita
  by caanan

  This week get yourself acquainted with Tabita / !http://images-0.redbubble.net/img/users/size:135…

  This week get yourself acquainted with Tabita / (And here she is in vector form…) / And here’s the strip! / Based on this little bad-ass… Ninja chicken / What happens when good animals go bad? I’m thinking evil zombie demon giraffes (I’ve had my share of freaky nightmares) but basically I think something just breaks in their mind and they turn evil. What’s your favouritest tshirt ever? One summer when I was about 8 I used to wear one of my dad’s t-shirts as a dress. I really loved it because it was so weird – it was red but said “Blue Marine” and even with my non-existing English skills I knew what blue meant and found it hilarious that the t-shirt wasn’t actually blue. Ah, yes, what a joy it was to be a little kid with no sense of anything. Anyway, if I had to pick a favourite t-shirt out of my wardrobe this very minute I wouldn’t be able to decide. It’s quite possible that I’d end up with one of my black H&M tees with some random graphic design on them just because they’re so nice to wear. What do you do when no-one’s looking? Everything else than tidying. Count all my shoes or stick things on my walls or draw random pictures. Or play The Sims 2. It’s my secret obsession, except it’s not so secret. But I don’t do it when people are looking. What are the simple things that tend to be overlooked these days? Things like grammar. We all know it’s there and have been taught how it works and yet some people decide to ignore it completely. When was the last time you cried with laughter? Hmm, possibly when I was on the phone with my best friend and we were talking about eagles. We laughed SO much! And yes, you totally had to be there :P How did you come across the bubble? What made you stick around? I randomly came across a link to someone’s profile when browsing around the Danish forum Tegnebordet.dk I’m a member of and thought “Hey, this looks nice! Why have I never seen it before, I’ve been looking for a place like this for ages!” (referring to the nice t-shirt making and the fact that it was international) so I decided to try it out for a bit, uploaded some work, made a t-shirt and stuff. On my second day I suddenly had three things featured on the homepage and people seemed to be like “Congrats!!” so I figured that maybe it wasn’t just something they did to new people. Also, on here everything seems so much more casual than on other art forums I’ve been on. On other sites I’ve seen people saying “If you don’t have anything constructive to say about my art, then don’t bother” while here you don’t need to say more than “Nice” for it to be a useful comment. I love that. Why does the world need creativity? It would be rather sad if there was no creativity whatsoever. Imagine how dull houses would look if they were all just huge blocks of concrete and how boring life would be without art and music and even interesting food. Clothes would also be boring and tv would be no use as a source of entertainment. Basically, everything would be missing the fun. What do you do better than anyone else in the world? Make lists of everything and anything. Dvds, shoes, things to bring on holiday, things not to bring on holiday, things I need to buy when I move out etc. I do it all the time so that must be the one thing I’m better at than anyone else :P Where’s the best place you’ve ever been? I’ll have to say Scotland because they have my boyfriend and Cadbury chocolate, what more could I possibly want? ;P Although I also loved Greenland’s icebergs and how the sun never set in Spitzbergen. However, it was very cold there, so yeah, Scotland it is. How do you see the next five years? For me as a person? Working, drawing, more drawing and going to uni to study digital art. Oh, yes, and moving country. For the world in general? Better computers. Surely you can’t get much better than those current giant screen macs? Mmmm… Macs Thanks Tabi! See you next week folks! :oD Caanan.

• Hidden Treasure/Little Green Teapot
  by Karin Taylor

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  Today i got two more surprises!!! Firstly my new dear sweet bubble friend udonchow purchased my Hidden Treasure card from my ! and I thank you so much udonchow, i hope you will really like it very much! Secondly a dear old friend i used to play with when i was a young girl has reappeared into my life again through Facebook, her name is Priscilla (or Pris for short) and we both had fathers in the Police….we used to dance ourselves silly to Abba….lol….well, today Pris purchased Little Green Teapot long sleeved tee from my ....and i am really tickled pink!!!! Thank you Priscilla :D I hope you enjoy wearing it!!

• Hidden Treasure
  by Karin Taylor

  / Hidden Treasure...

  / Hidden Treasure A card of “Hidden Treasure” just flew off to become part of someone else’s life…... / a bit of meeeeeeeeeeee….....whoever purchased this card, i really hope you love it and / thank you so very much!!! Hidden Treasure Golden eggs are not always easy to find / Sometimes they lay hidden in the pockets of our seams / Sometimes we have to look beyond the obvious to see / the beauty in others~ traits of kindness, compassion, nurture and / gentleness are not always obvious at first glance and / what one may perceive as a fault or weakness / may actually be a great strength Hidden Treasure is a mixed media production on hardboard. Included in the mix are moulding paste for the eggs, gold and bronze paint, silver thread, fabric, charcoal, ink, pastel and acrylic with a gloss varnish over the eggs. / There is a poem in the background in gold cursive handwriting, which reads: Hidden Treasure Golden eggs are not always easy to find / Sometimes they lay hidden in the pockets of our seams / Sometimes we have to look beyond the obvious to see / the beauty in others~ traits of kindness, compassion, nurture and / gentleness are not always obvious at first glance and / what one may perceive as a fault or weakness / may actually be a great strength.

• Setting up a studio
  by Cathleen Tarawhiti

  Hello :) I’m about to head down to the camera shop and say “hand over all of your photo shoot studio set up equipment or the dog get’s…

  Hello :) I’m about to head down to the camera shop and say “hand over all of your photo shoot studio set up equipment or the dog get’s it”. Not really, I wouldn’t hurt animals, unless they’re a particularly plump chicken, but I have been known to drop a few lenses. Well one, but it rolled down the hill. Actually, now that I mention it, I’m looking for the paperwork for said lens to take in on account of the strange rattly noise. I just made that up Harvey Norman, in case you’re reading this. Serious. So I thought I’d better check in with my mentors (Wendy, Mel, Rose, Paul, Paul, and Paul, Deke, Dave, Shanghaiwu, Gemlenz, Sam, Ashley, Peter, Barbara) first before I sell our first born and maybe the second. Better wear a shortish dress. Kidding again. Not even. If it get’s me $500 off I’ll wear bells on my shortish dress. See, still kidding. It’s hard to tell though. If you saw me right now, You’d know I wouldn’t be caught dead in bells. Any advice on which equipment I need for a full set up? Thank you :) / www.cathleentarawhiti.co.nz

• No vegan hamburgers
  by Xavier Russo

  A guiding principle behind RedBubble is being authentic – we started building this website because it’s something we want ourselves. We…

  A guiding principle behind RedBubble is being authentic – we started building this website because it’s something we want ourselves. We don’t hire anyone at RedBubble unless they are passionate about their own creative interests, and are committed to being active community members. As Pilgrim put it, “we’re not vegans making hamburgers”. So, when people ask how we got the community on RedBubble started …well, we started using it ourselves. Then we told our creative friends and before long we had our first 100 members mucking around on an early “sneak preview” version of RedBubble. This was back in December/January. So the classic “chicken and egg” problem (i.e “who’s going to visit if there’s nothing to see, but who’s going to upload work if there’s no-one visiting?”) was solved by us being our own first customers. As for how RedBubble expanded beyond that very early stage, well, that’s a story for another time…

• I'm cooking
  by Jo O'Brien

  I moved out of home when I was 14 so I never really leaned how to cook. My partner and I tend to live on $6 Parma nights and $10 steak n…

  I moved out of home when I was 14 so I never really leaned how to cook. My partner and I tend to live on $6 Parma nights and $10 steak nights at the local pubs and supplement that with good and cheap Indian, Italian and Thai food from Lygon Street when we feel like we’ve been eating too much crap. I love it really, choosing somewhere, walking over, choosing from several meals what you feel like, telling someone how you like it so that they can cook it for you just right, eating it amongst other people, all the banter and talking about each other’s day, and then the best bit… handing someone a VISA card and leaving without having to clear a single plate or wash a single pot! Well recently due to budgetary constraints the ‘eating out 6 nights a week’ habit had to go and I have begun cooking. It was a shaky start with a few disappointments but the last few meals have been better than most of the stuff I order from restaurants. Right now I’ve got sweet and sour chicken in the oven and my kitchen smells divine! I would never consider myself the cooking type. I’ve been known to burn pasta, undercook meat, overcook everything else, mix the wrong things, leave things out, make 5 times what is required and many other problems. Maybe if I search somewhere deep inside myself there is a 1950s housewife waiting to emerge fully equipped with a floral apron and rolling pin?

• I NEEEEEED YOUR HELP!
  by DieselLaws

  i posted this design on Threadless > ...

  i posted this design on Threadless > And I need some VOTES! Please help! I believe this design needs to be printed….how cute are those chickens!!

• So, you take some rice ...
  by Arletta

  .. any rice, I suppose; in this case, it’s just Food Club brand white rice and in proportions that should yield around a cup of rice per …

  .. any rice, I suppose; in this case, it’s just Food Club brand white rice and in proportions that should yield around a cup of rice per person. I think about a cup per person is just enough to go with the rest of the dinner. If I’m wrong, well, that’s okay, because leftover rice can be put to great uses. You put the rice in the bowl a microwavealble bowl, with the appropriate amount of water. Now, I look to cook my rice a bit longer than is generally considered good when making these sort of meals, because I like it to end up sticky. Regardless of the meal, I am nof a fan of fluffy rice. Fluffy rice flies all over and gets up your nose, if you ae not careful. Who needs that, during a meal – or, at any other time. I put the rice on for 25 minutes because it is cold water and a moderate sized bowl: 5 cups should be building up inside there. The chicken and broccoli were frozen, but that was yesterday. The orange juice was frozen, too, but that was days ago. Out the come! Out of the ‘rridge with them and onto the stove top. It is not required, placing things on the stovetop. It’s not even recommended. Yet, it is flat and fairly clean, conveniently located; things will be placed there. Things will also be chopped there. Shh! Don’t tell! Things are cut there: onion is chopped The tops and ickier looking bits of bell peppers are removed. That is later, though. For now, back to the chicken. Pull the old nasty pan out of the oven, the one the kids forgot to remove after cookiing hamburger parties in a selfish nighttime feeding rritual. They’ve been reminded before, they will forget again. The cockroaches don’t mind when they do forget, though, so life is somewhat balanced between parental frustration and diminuative joy. Put the new clean pan in its place. Rinse it first, because cockroaches were just thought of and paranoia runs deep. Put the chicken on the pan. This time it is boneless, skinless chicken breast; nice and thick. Sprinkle spices on and around the chicken: basil and rosemary are nice with chicken; a little cayenne for kick; a little salt to enhance; a dash of red wine vinegar for exotic flair beyoond the call of duty; ginger, because – well, just because! Garlic is a given! Cinammon can be lovely.Onion powder is dusted on, and all smells satisfactory indeed. Orange juice is oppened and poured into a bowl. Not the rice bowl, but another one Wait! Don’t forget to put the cornstarch in, first. How much? Slightly more than you think you’ll need. Water cooks out of chicken, sometimes. Add honey! How much? I have a fiarly big jug, so I tip it, hold, then right it again. It takes less than 2 seconds. Stir. The cornstarch and honey will make a light creamy, tasty looking paste. Don’t taset it. Now, orange juice and stir .. stir. .. stir .. get those lumps out .. mizzen that main mast .. well, maybe just .. stir. ... / / Pour onto and around the chicken. Oh, yes, I forgot: I also added a few drops of sesame oil. No one knows why, but it smelled good at the time. Will it make a difference? I don’t know. Now the desecration of the stovetop begins in earnest. Chop .. chop .. chop .. drip .. spill .. .tear … I tend to tear up the bell peppers. I worry about my hand shaking and the knife slipping and fingertips rolling away, never to feel the finer things in life again. It’s not the most unreasonable fear; especially when your knives must be wielded savagely due to inferior quality. I do chop the onions, though. Throw the onions, bell peppers (golden and green), and previously frozen broccoli on top of all. Slide the pan, and, preferably, also the oven rack, into the oven. Set the oven for bake, 350 degrees. This is a guess. So is the time of an hour, which is what the oven timer will be set for. Wait and dream. While dreaming, write. Bon Appetite!

• Coffee Chicken
  by Justin French

  The details are all here.

  The details are all here.

• SALE!!! i made a sale!!!!! ooo and a feature too!!
  by eseffpe

  THANKYOU THANKYOU THANKYOU to whoever bought one of my t-shirts, Hey Chicken!-...

  THANKYOU THANKYOU THANKYOU to whoever bought one of my t-shirts, Hey Chicken! It means so much, thankyou!!! Julie has also featured me in Live, Love, Dream with Yellow Rose THANKYOU!!!

• A short laugh!
  by clarkey

  I dream of a better tomorrow, where chickens can cross the road without having their motives questioned!

  I dream of a better tomorrow, where chickens can cross the road without having their motives questioned!

• Pet Chicken
  by jegustavsen

  Sunday my daughters pet chicken of 8 years passed away. One day out of the blue my daughter, a freshman in highschool / announced she w…

  Sunday my daughters pet chicken of 8 years passed away. One day out of the blue my daughter, a freshman in highschool / announced she wanted to get some chickens. My first reaction / (to myself) was what????? ...but when a teenage daughter ask / for chickens (instead of a horse or…), I found myself driving down / to the feedmill. Baby chicks are next to impossible to resist. We ewwwwed & / awwwwwed over a zillion little fluff balls, and drove home with / 3, all equally as precious and adorable. For a few weeks the “peeps” were tolerable. Keeping our cats / at bay was a little exhausting, but daughter & chicks bonded. / A few more weeks the oder made it not so adorable, and / as time passed the gangly, swacking, no longer “chicks” but / chickens were known throughout our upstairs as you passed / my daughters bedroom and got a whiff of reality. Finally it became apparent that the 2 chicks and 1 rooster would / have to relocate “outside”. My daughter remained faithful at / keeping them fed & watered, and good company. I fell in love / with their “cewing” greetings, and enjoyed the rooster’s wake- / up calls each morning, sometimes afternoon and an occassional / evening crow. Then one morning I was startled by my daughter’s screeming. I ran / to the garage where we kept the chickens and discovered something / had gotten a hold of the rooster and tried pulling him by the head out / of the cage. The head was successfully removed but the poor / rooster’s body remained in the cage. I was able to / calm my daughter down and assured her I would take care of it, / and so I bravely removed our rooster and while my daughter / watched the other 2 chickens, emptied and scrubbed down the / cage. We raccoon proofed the chicken cage,and for many years to follow / we enjoyed the chickens company and little brown eggs. They took / several field trips to visit the people in nursing homes, and were the / models for artist and photographers who stopped by our place of / business. When my daughter graduated and moved on and out I had the / honor and pleasure of being their caretaker. They were excellent / listners, very observant, and great entertainers, as all our pets / seem to have these wonderful traits. I will miss our little white / frizzle, as I would greet them every morning; “hello ladies!”, and / my heart is sad as there is only one left. I found our little red chicken / snuggled against her sister as they would always do… I have given our dog Marley strict instructions to keep the red / chicken company, as they share the garage together. / It has been 8 years and I wonder if I should give our red chicken / to a neighbor as for her not to get lonely, or has her 8 years / best to remain here….

• Regarding Wayne & Shane
  by AndyReeve

  Hi Susan, / All my animals were free range on the farm. So if, for instance, I went to fix a fence in the top field I was followed by a c…

  Hi Susan, / All my animals were free range on the farm. So if, for instance, I went to fix a fence in the top field I was followed by a crowd of my goats, ponies, chinese geese, chickens, ducks, guinea fowl and the cats. Oh and the odd seagull. They were all pretending that they were not actually following me of course. Thus occured our first meeting with Wayne and Shane in the next farms field.

• Wohoo, another sale!
  by Tabita

  When I drew that Ninja Chicken sometime last year I had no idea I would end up putting it on t-shirts that would actually be bought by pe…

  When I drew that Ninja Chicken sometime last year I had no idea I would end up putting it on t-shirts that would actually be bought by people. I’m so happy people like it so much! :) / Oh, and I would love to see pictures of my Ninja Chicken out in the real world :)

• Of Beer-Can Chicken, Friends, and the Irish
  by Digby

  On the coast, I have friends who own a beach-house weekender. I’m a fairly frequent visitor and would be even more so if it weren’t for t…

  On the coast, I have friends who own a beach-house weekender. I’m a fairly frequent visitor and would be even more so if it weren’t for the fact that I have three kids and am married so that my arrival must by all reasonable measures constitute barging in, though my friends are, without fail, fabulous hosts and any sensitivity I have to the issue is purely of my own neurosis. All the same, I think it’s a respect worth holding on to as welcome mats can be worn and five people wear them out faster than one. But, whatever, yesterday was the same as any other occasion I’ve visited and I am slightly envious of the freewheeling life style these guys have carved out for themselves. / / It’s all pretty civilized, well at least I thought it was until Jim asked, “How’z about some beer-can chicken?” I didn’t really pay him much heed and the words beer can and chicken didn’t really jell with me. I immediately thought Cajun food and let it slide. As the evening progressed, between trips to the kitchen fridge, I noticed Jim massaging herbs and spices into a whole chicken and everything seemed quite normal. Jim to his credit is something of a gourmet; and his area of expertise is the BBQ, so in order to pursue his passion with a passion, he’s purchased at Costco possibly the mother of all BBQs. It stands majestically on the front porch and Jim can often be found standing behind it like a maestro tinkering the ivories on a grand piano; on which, he gives a grand performance every weekend. It was into the BBQ that the chicken disappeared. All was well with the world and I pursued conversation with Jim’s Thai wife and started to feel certain pangs of nostalgia for Thailand and the wonderful, ironic and teasing humor the Thais have. After an hour or so Jim returned to his position behind the barbie and though I wasn’t really affording him much attention, I had to make a double take as he, with all the trickery of David Copperfield, conjured a beer can out of the chicken’s arse- a Heinken beer can. My first impulse was to ask him if he was glad he’d found it ‘cause he’d been asking after where he’d put his beer only moments earlier. My second was a mixture of revulsion and curiosity. Jim explained that first you drink two thirds of the can then you add whatever seasoning you like to your backwash before, as my eyes hadn’t deceived me, you stick all this up a dead chicken’s bum, and roast. Now, I was further intrigued by the fact that Jim had an actual instrument for this that he’d picked up in the States. Yes, you guessed it: his very own beer-can chicken holder application device. Something he wasn’t unduly proud of. I for one felt some how honored to have just witnessed an aspect of American culinary culture that had eluded me for 45 years. And of the Irish, well all this got me thinking of something I’d read earlier that day on the beach about how in ancient Ireland it was considered an honor to be cannibalized by your tribe rather than just buried or left for the birds. Let’s bring that idea back; I think it’s quite a good one. However, now having seen how that gaping hole so dishonored that bird, I vote we never go for beer-can man. The chicken was delicious by the way.

• If you were a chicken
  by Dr Woo

  If you were a chicken, I would slap you in the beak, / and punch you in your tender chicken feet, / but I see your not a chicken, just a s…

  If you were a chicken, I would slap you in the beak, / and punch you in your tender chicken feet, / but I see your not a chicken, just a simple bowl of rice, / so eating you with chopsticks will suffice.

• Farm Sanctuary
  by Cindy Lemoi

  My husband & I just returned from a trip to Farm Sanctuary “Farm Sanctuary works to end cruelty to f…

  My husband & I just returned from a trip to Farm Sanctuary “Farm Sanctuary works to end cruelty to farm animals and promotes compassionate living through rescue, education and advocacy. They envision a world where the violence that animal agriculture inflicts upon people, animals and the environment has ended, and where instead we exercise values of compassion. “ It truly is a compassionate and beautiful place. We volunteered one day during our stay. I did not know what our task would be, but, was excited to hear we were being sent to help clean the barns of the pigs that were rescued from the Iowa flooding. All the animals were amazing. Bertha, the cow, especially stole my heart. I am including a link of a video I put together with the photo’s my husband & I took during our visit. / Enjoy! Video

• End of the dahlia series(maybe)
  by Jeffrey Sinnock

  after spending days maybe weeks collecting Dahlia’s and hunting them down the season is nearing there end of blooming so I have one last …

  after spending days maybe weeks collecting Dahlia’s and hunting them down the season is nearing there end of blooming so I have one last picture to do once it freezes(thats to keep the petals stiff) and I think thats it for the year. At least on that type of flower,as you can see by what I have up loaded and on my web site…..http://web.mac.com/sevenoaks…... I really love flowers. They are so varied and so different even on the same plant that If I could make my living just traveling the world taking portraits of flowers and maybe insects that would be grand. Going to San Francisco next weekend for a wedding a friend of mine from High school some 30+ years ago is getting married. He is a pro in Washington DC noted for being one of the best on the east coast. Im jealous he and I went head to head in school as trying to one up each other looks like he won as far as news goes. / Funny how life turns out he went for the carrier and I for family and what ever would feed the sons at that time. but I wouldn’t trade it for nothing I have three fantastic sons a new wif that is my muse and two beautiful grand daughters so who is the winner ? I think we both are. wow it’s 4:30 here time for beer somewhere. Fried chicken tonight im cooking so if you see a large cloud over head you know it’s done.

• Not Every Plastic Container Holds Pie
  by qarrie

  My baby learned a very hard lesson today. See, yesterday, we introduced him to his first taste of store-bought cinnamin sugar apple pie. ...

  My baby learned a very hard lesson today. See, yesterday, we introduced him to his first taste of store-bought cinnamin sugar apple pie. He was in love. He shrieked for more. We tried not to let it get out of hand. Then today, I pulled a rotisserie chicken out of the fridge and he went ballistic. He was so excited! So, I go ahead and give him a piece. The…look…on…his…face. Such disillusionment. Chicken? Not pie? He chewed it grudgingly, but did not ask for a second piece. The poor little one. If only every plastic container held pie.

• Mrs Chicken Is A Rooster???
  by jolon larter

  Today was the day I finally set my devious plan for global domination into action… How you probably didn’t bother to ask? Well, as you …

  Today was the day I finally set my devious plan for global domination into action… How you probably didn’t bother to ask? Well, as you are about to be informed, all revolutions must start off small, and this is about as small as I could come up with and fortunately the police are not even investigating (I think), so here it is… I kidnapped a rooster named Mrs Chicken from the savage clutches of a pair of evil lesbians. Once I was confident of the gender-confused fowl’s well-being, I then set about the task of plucking out the majority of it’s feathers with which I proceeded to tickle the feet of my donkey…or is it a moose, it doesn’t really matter. The moral of the story is that if I make shit up, and you read it you, there is a chance you might be mildy amused for a matter of seconds…and the chickens will remain unharmed

• Preparing for the local show...
  by Tricia Holmes

  Well a new adventure for me, something I haven’t tried before. / I am going to be promoting my business by having a booth at the local yea…

  Well a new adventure for me, something I haven’t tried before. / I am going to be promoting my business by having a booth at the local yearly show. / I have been organising all kinds of ‘stuff’ to highlight the products and hopefully gain bookings and interested women who want to join me in this business venture. It certainly is a first and it will be a pretty long haul too. Friday. Saturday and Sunday – long days from about 7am till 9pm. Sunday finishes at 5pm, and you can’t leave the showgrounds before then, because all the cattle, chickens, horses, baby lambs,goats, etc etc leave before us humans! :-) Tomorrow (Thursday) is set up day and then Friday morning the fun begins. / At least by midday tomorrow I will know what else I need to print off, bring with me, or won’t need. I’m off to bed early for a change! / My big weekend starts tomorrow…

• Chicken Little, Democratic Capitalism
  by Trucker

  I am against any proposal to bail out private capital companies with taxpayer money. / / I am tired of years of following hurry up police…

  I am against any proposal to bail out private capital companies with taxpayer money. / / I am tired of years of following hurry up polices of George Bush into oblivion. The senators are suppose to be the cool voice of the people over the hubris of a few self-serving idiots. They have allowed the vast majority of the American people fail with out regard and allowed harsher bankruptcy laws for the middle class while continuing to fund the Presidents outlandish spending which has impoverished our country, leaders, and children well into the future. Will we let these malpractice corporate leaders leave with millions yet we would strip the spoils of any other person (doctors) or private individuals (tort) for similar impunity (crashing a car into private property) why do we want to bail these criminals. / / They scream socialism in the face of Universal Health Care for Americans, / yet pass a magic wand of applying socialism (no loan but a gift) to corporate cronies and, oh yes, the offshore corporations. In the old Feudal System the first priority was to protect the people inside the walls so you could tax them later, not throw your resources over the moat to your adversary’s. For once I ask them (Senators) to act as leaders and support the reality of capitalism I fought for in Nam, let the system rise or fail based on the market forces not covering the bad judgment of corporate greed. Stop this rush to judgment and someone yell the “King has no cloths”.