You are viewing ye olde monthly archive of September, 2007. Way to go!
It didn’t rain at all. It stayed nice and cool though. I had some bomb red curry with beef for lunch! Aaaaaanyways, have a good, safe Friday… whoever you may be, wherever you may be. All 8 of you.
I love rain, I love when it rains, I love being indoors when it rains. The rain makes me want to make music. Usually rain requires an action like washing the car or doing a weird dance outside in the nude. It actually looks pretty ugly out there but I have yet to see an actual drop of rain. Everything is wet outside though.
Last weekend we had some teaser rain and it was enough to get me started on some art projects. I did a tutorial posted by the great Mark Jenkins* (I have no idea why I am on such a mission to call this guy Mark Jensen) and made a tape sculpture of a baby. I am in the process of painting him some gut inserts ala Gargamel Smoking Corps. He should be cool. This is an amazingly tweeked out technique, and is sure to be fun for just about everyone.
Yarrrr matey? I want Arrrrrby’s? Just watch out, okay.
So I was looking around and I’m happy to see that 80% of my visitors are using Firefox to browse. Only 12% of visitors are using Explorer (60% of them using Ie7)…which I think goes to show I have only a few people visiting, most of whom appreciate a good browser. About two months ago I was reading an article and I believe the numbers were reversed…maybe it was old I think it may have been from when Ie7 first came out.
Also if you are using Ie7, I have no clue why the lightbox feature does not work (it actually works on Ie6?). You can see it wanting to work but it just wont. I recommend switching browsers…
How depressing is this place???? I’m fixin’ to sprinkle some magic blog juice all over this piece in a lil bit!!!
…Vince you’re a douche bag but I appreciate your email.
It’s been three months since he passed on to the next part of life. Three months of sadness, grieving, and longing for something that quite simply is no longer. I miss my Dad’s voice, I miss his humor, I miss walking into my Mom’s house and seeing him sprawled out on the floor in front of his TV, and most of all I just miss his presence. I hope it’s been better for you Dad because it is really hard without you.
This here brush…I tell you. I used it for like the last three years to coat all my work in high gloss medium. It was one of those crappy brushes from a six dollar set of brushes. I used it to mix paint too. This brush was a beater. It lived a life much greater than it’s intended purpose. It’s bristles were all fused with medium, like a glossy wad of prickly hair. I used to get bored and peel the medium off of the individual bristles. I threw it away…I hate throwing stuff away. Maybe a homeless guy will dig it out of my dumpster and paint something sweet.
For all those who are no longer. America’s gone get them oil interests secured! I will think positive thoughts for all those grieving today, as I will need some in a few days when it’s my turn to grieve.
this weekend was kind of cool. I had a bomb cheese steak, painted a little, and had dinner on Sunday at my mom’s house. Also after removing every single curse word from my site…I now have Google Adsense ads running! I have a mouth like a sailor so I will have to edit like mad.
Now I aint no swing dancer…but this makes me wish I was (for about a minute and 55 seconds). Dick Robinson And His Makebelievers – The Boppin’ Martian – Gibo Miban Gibo – Go Man Go…um this is pretty awesome for 58, I mean whatever my perspective is forever warped by a million things (some I know everything of others I know nothing of) and for all I know everything was in some way this cool in 58…blah I guess you had to be there. It’s a pretty cool song. I listened to it and thought “man… that’s awesome,” and everybody who can, should listen. Some weirdo somewhere decided he felt exactly the same and with great vigor matched the song up to some 60’s Mar’s Attacks trading cards (?) but it’s better than nothing so god bless the weirdos and god bless YouTube and the internets. Now dance like a monkey!
