Thanks to this messed up trainwreck of a blogsite, I've chosen to move my blog to:
http://stoppitquitfollowingmeagain.blogspot.com/
I've packed my bags and headed to points south. No, wait, I hear Vegas is expecting snow, screw that. I've packed my bags and headed to Taihiti. There, that sounds comfy. At any rate, there I'll be from here on out. C-ya there, Ciao!
Thursday, January 11, 2007
GRRRRR
Ok, this blogspot via Google sucks really bad. It's taken me days to get an email response to get a link giving me the same damn password it says is wrong when I try to log in. There's no live help forum that I can find SO...posting will be somewhat sporadic until google extracts their craniums from their rectums. Guess I'll have to report it as a bug. Ya know, sometimes I fricken hate computers.
I've been busy trying to get my new Paasche VLS to work, got my paint, things to paint on, need some sandpaper and an indoor compressor since it's 18F outside, the shop doors are open so it's 18F inside where I paint. If paint didn't freeze that is. Confusing? Good, I'm in a ratty mood right now and misery loves company. Anyway I've been busy trying to make a composite in Photoshop for a pinup I want to do, I need a stencil and this will be my stencil. By the time I get it all figured out maybe the weather will be warm enough to actually paint something.
Maybe.
I've been busy trying to get my new Paasche VLS to work, got my paint, things to paint on, need some sandpaper and an indoor compressor since it's 18F outside, the shop doors are open so it's 18F inside where I paint. If paint didn't freeze that is. Confusing? Good, I'm in a ratty mood right now and misery loves company. Anyway I've been busy trying to make a composite in Photoshop for a pinup I want to do, I need a stencil and this will be my stencil. By the time I get it all figured out maybe the weather will be warm enough to actually paint something.
Maybe.
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
For The Boys
For The Girls...
For the hungry...
For the thirsty...
For me, cuz it's so hil-friggen-larious, it's worth repeating...
And finally, for you cuz...
That's what Charles Manson keeps saying anyway.
Lookin' 4 Good Driver Pix
to do some kind of airbrush artwork. NASCAR has some characters, I never realized how manly Stewie looked until I saw his face on a girl's body (see my entry from a few days ago for the picture). Wow, he would have made dogs howl had he been female, yet he's a handsome vagabond as a feller, go figure. Anyway, I know a few rabid Smoke fans, so I reckon he's gonna be one of the first I do. Too bad NASCAR's such a stickler about their licensing, I'll have to tread softly and avoid getting myself in twubble. Jr's got a great face, I think he'll be fun to paint, though it's gonna be a test of my simple mind to come up with a composition that hasn't already been beat to death, he's such a prominent figurehead of NASCAR. I really know nothing of any of the driver's personal lives I guess I'll have to dig a bit for this project. ARRRGH, I hate invading people's privacy, even when it's 'out there' with their permission.
If I'm not too busy I'll work up some driver cartoons and color them in Photoshop to tide me over til it gets warm enough to paint in the shop...I'll post 'em here & maybe on my IP area. :D Give me some practice and help me get to know their features.
You been to Infield Parking yet? You should go, looks like it's gonna be gargantuan, hop onboard while you can still think up a username. Apparently Jr.'s gonna be there occasionally in stealth mode, that should be fun for him, also a few other drivers are being invited to participate there. I think it's a great idea, one that was long overdue, and frankly my dear Scarlett, I am shocked it wasn't done sooner. Why, just today Ed Sullivan was at my spot, I'd seen his name kicking around the site, I tend to do some major lurking and am uncharacteristically quiet there. I'm thinking, 'wow, an Ed Sullivan fan, he's been dead what, 78 years?' I guess this guy is really named Ed Sullivan, I checked out his profile, he's CEO of IP. Nice to know he drifts about checking on profiles at his site, he's not just an empty seat at a boardroom meeting. Best of luck to you and your endeavors Mr. S! IP's going to be imitated a lot because it's going to be wildly successful. NASCAR thinks the sport isn't growing but I don't think they realize their fanbase is so freakin gigantic to begin with. Ed can mail them a clue in a few months once the site is officially up.
Yeah, it's gonna be huge. :)
If I'm not too busy I'll work up some driver cartoons and color them in Photoshop to tide me over til it gets warm enough to paint in the shop...I'll post 'em here & maybe on my IP area. :D Give me some practice and help me get to know their features.
You been to Infield Parking yet? You should go, looks like it's gonna be gargantuan, hop onboard while you can still think up a username. Apparently Jr.'s gonna be there occasionally in stealth mode, that should be fun for him, also a few other drivers are being invited to participate there. I think it's a great idea, one that was long overdue, and frankly my dear Scarlett, I am shocked it wasn't done sooner. Why, just today Ed Sullivan was at my spot, I'd seen his name kicking around the site, I tend to do some major lurking and am uncharacteristically quiet there. I'm thinking, 'wow, an Ed Sullivan fan, he's been dead what, 78 years?' I guess this guy is really named Ed Sullivan, I checked out his profile, he's CEO of IP. Nice to know he drifts about checking on profiles at his site, he's not just an empty seat at a boardroom meeting. Best of luck to you and your endeavors Mr. S! IP's going to be imitated a lot because it's going to be wildly successful. NASCAR thinks the sport isn't growing but I don't think they realize their fanbase is so freakin gigantic to begin with. Ed can mail them a clue in a few months once the site is officially up.
Yeah, it's gonna be huge. :)
Monday, December 18, 2006
Jeeze I Already Forgot....
what I was going to say here. Must not have been a burning issue, in which case your tender sensibilities have been mercifully spared. I expect to get my shiny new, innocent Paasche VLS airbrush from the Brown Truck tomorrow! YIPPEEEE, I've had to wait um...19 days, but I'm sure it's gonna be worth every moment of anticipation.
Now I have to order paint tomorrow...E'TAC, I want to try that stuff, everyone is raving about it. Oh boy, I'll be broke til 2007, but that's ok, it's gonna be fun if it stays at least 30F, so I can play a bit. Any colder and the paint freezes in the gun and takes days to dry. Guess I didn't tell you about the shop I paint in? I cannot remember, if you have heard this before, go take some coffee while I repeat myself.
The shop is for semi tractors, it has 2 huge bay doors, one on the west and one on the south side, with a normal sized entrance door at the south end of the west wall. At least one is usually open, the shop holds two semi tractors, sans trailers, at a time. Its cold, grimy, gritty and a veritable candy store for anything containing testosterone. Usually there is one bay door wide open, with a semi protruding from it, so if it's 25F outside, it's 25F inside. If by some miracle the doors are closed, the 30 foot open beam ceiling makes it virtually impossible to heat, as all the heat is shot straight up to the roof. There is a monster wood stove (you could comfortably fit 4 grown men horizontally in it) which I am set up next to, so if it is hot, one side of me is roasting like a Thanksgiving turkey. Since heat attracts cold, whichever side is facing away from the fire gets a frigid breeze as the air circulates.
Oh how I wish that Publishers Clearing House van would hurry up and get here already, I would build myself a dandy shop, with insulation, doors that close tight, ceiling fans to circulate the warm air back down, storage, windows so I can see outside, shiny and clean with painted concrete floors. I'd probably even put living quarters in the corner somewhere, since I'd likely be spending so much time there anyway. I get carried away, if my back didn't hurt so horribly, I'd stay out longer than I do, it's so much fun I hate to stop. 7 hours with one quick break is just too hard on the bod.
You back from your coffee yet? Good. I know I neglected to tell you about the ghost in the shop. I go for walks, often at night. When I get back home, sometimes I go to the shop first to look at what I am working on, make decisions, and ponder the fate of cannibal pygmies in darkest Africa. One night, I open the old door with the loose window that rattles and as I step in the pitch blackness, I hear what sounds to me like a large hex bolt and some lighter metallic object hit the concrete floor at the back of the shop behind one of the semi's parked in it. I fumbled for the ill placed light switches and gingerly walk toward the facing semi's to take a look around the other side. I stood between the bumpers, not sure I wanted to find an intruder, so I turn to walk out. Chris's truck isn't all the way in the shop, so the bay doors are open on either side of it, his passenger door is ajar.
I walked back out the door I came in, turning off the lights as I went, and stood for a moment. Curiosity got the better of me, I just had to see who was in there, so I re-entered, turned on the lights again, and looked for a weapon. I walked back to where I heard the noise, there are plenty of hiding places, cupboards, huge boxes, nooks and crannies...I looked on the floor and there was a semi lug nut and a huge metal washer lying on the floor. I stood there for a few minutes, waiting for some noise to give the intruder's whereabouts away, but there was none so I left.
A few nights later Chris and I were in the shop talking, the west bay door was ajar about 3 feet, the south bay door wide open with a truck on the threshold. We were near the east wall where the stove and my airbrush setup is, when we heard the entrance door open (it rattles and makes a hell of a racket), close, open, close, open, close...5 times, very fast and very hard. He started for the door, I ran to the open west bay door and we both peered out. Nobody was there. The parking lot is about 80 feet across and at least twice that wide, there was no way someone could hide. We both looked at eachother and shrugged then went inside and told ghost stories, lol. A few weeks later I started to tell my cousin about what happened and she shrieked "THAT SHOP IS HAUNTED!!! IT'S CREEPY AND I WON'T GO IN IT!" She said when she was very small, my dad had the back door unlocked, so she went in (this was supposed to be an office but was never finished. It's on the north wall, I can't remember if it has a window or not, but I was only in it once when I was quite young. He keeps it locked) and when she got all the way inside she said she "saw a man" in there. She said it scared her so bad she never wanted to go in the shop again. Ahh, boys and girls, there are your bedtime ghost stories. Redrum. :D
Now I have to order paint tomorrow...E'TAC, I want to try that stuff, everyone is raving about it. Oh boy, I'll be broke til 2007, but that's ok, it's gonna be fun if it stays at least 30F, so I can play a bit. Any colder and the paint freezes in the gun and takes days to dry. Guess I didn't tell you about the shop I paint in? I cannot remember, if you have heard this before, go take some coffee while I repeat myself.
The shop is for semi tractors, it has 2 huge bay doors, one on the west and one on the south side, with a normal sized entrance door at the south end of the west wall. At least one is usually open, the shop holds two semi tractors, sans trailers, at a time. Its cold, grimy, gritty and a veritable candy store for anything containing testosterone. Usually there is one bay door wide open, with a semi protruding from it, so if it's 25F outside, it's 25F inside. If by some miracle the doors are closed, the 30 foot open beam ceiling makes it virtually impossible to heat, as all the heat is shot straight up to the roof. There is a monster wood stove (you could comfortably fit 4 grown men horizontally in it) which I am set up next to, so if it is hot, one side of me is roasting like a Thanksgiving turkey. Since heat attracts cold, whichever side is facing away from the fire gets a frigid breeze as the air circulates.
Oh how I wish that Publishers Clearing House van would hurry up and get here already, I would build myself a dandy shop, with insulation, doors that close tight, ceiling fans to circulate the warm air back down, storage, windows so I can see outside, shiny and clean with painted concrete floors. I'd probably even put living quarters in the corner somewhere, since I'd likely be spending so much time there anyway. I get carried away, if my back didn't hurt so horribly, I'd stay out longer than I do, it's so much fun I hate to stop. 7 hours with one quick break is just too hard on the bod.
You back from your coffee yet? Good. I know I neglected to tell you about the ghost in the shop. I go for walks, often at night. When I get back home, sometimes I go to the shop first to look at what I am working on, make decisions, and ponder the fate of cannibal pygmies in darkest Africa. One night, I open the old door with the loose window that rattles and as I step in the pitch blackness, I hear what sounds to me like a large hex bolt and some lighter metallic object hit the concrete floor at the back of the shop behind one of the semi's parked in it. I fumbled for the ill placed light switches and gingerly walk toward the facing semi's to take a look around the other side. I stood between the bumpers, not sure I wanted to find an intruder, so I turn to walk out. Chris's truck isn't all the way in the shop, so the bay doors are open on either side of it, his passenger door is ajar.
I walked back out the door I came in, turning off the lights as I went, and stood for a moment. Curiosity got the better of me, I just had to see who was in there, so I re-entered, turned on the lights again, and looked for a weapon. I walked back to where I heard the noise, there are plenty of hiding places, cupboards, huge boxes, nooks and crannies...I looked on the floor and there was a semi lug nut and a huge metal washer lying on the floor. I stood there for a few minutes, waiting for some noise to give the intruder's whereabouts away, but there was none so I left.
A few nights later Chris and I were in the shop talking, the west bay door was ajar about 3 feet, the south bay door wide open with a truck on the threshold. We were near the east wall where the stove and my airbrush setup is, when we heard the entrance door open (it rattles and makes a hell of a racket), close, open, close, open, close...5 times, very fast and very hard. He started for the door, I ran to the open west bay door and we both peered out. Nobody was there. The parking lot is about 80 feet across and at least twice that wide, there was no way someone could hide. We both looked at eachother and shrugged then went inside and told ghost stories, lol. A few weeks later I started to tell my cousin about what happened and she shrieked "THAT SHOP IS HAUNTED!!! IT'S CREEPY AND I WON'T GO IN IT!" She said when she was very small, my dad had the back door unlocked, so she went in (this was supposed to be an office but was never finished. It's on the north wall, I can't remember if it has a window or not, but I was only in it once when I was quite young. He keeps it locked) and when she got all the way inside she said she "saw a man" in there. She said it scared her so bad she never wanted to go in the shop again. Ahh, boys and girls, there are your bedtime ghost stories. Redrum. :D
Friday, December 15, 2006
Ohhh Mah Gawwd
I just saw this on Jr's forum, and it keeps crackin' me up, so I had to steal it and share with you, my imaginary friends.
Check out Kasey Kahne, holy is that ever fricken hilarious! And Smoke so protective...bwahahaha, but dammit, Mark Martin is kind of scary. Every time I look at it, I just bust up!
I finally got some airtime today, but froze my patootie off. Ok, just my feet and nose most of the time, but I was having such fun I stayed out too long and got the back spasms to prove it, I feel like a Mack truck hit me...maybe it did. It took an hour in the shower with scalding water to get warm enough to breathe. I checked the temp in the shop a few hours before I came in the house, it was 35F. Considering I was out there for 7+ hours, I guess I was relatively warm, I did take a break, but it wasn't inside. Would have helped if I'd had something to eat but once I get started on things I like to do I don't think of much else. I get another day of it tomorrow, and the high is going to be 30F...Booooring, yes. I'm in tremendous pain, you are lucky I'm here at all you ungrateful little twit.
Check out Kasey Kahne, holy is that ever fricken hilarious! And Smoke so protective...bwahahaha, but dammit, Mark Martin is kind of scary. Every time I look at it, I just bust up!
I finally got some airtime today, but froze my patootie off. Ok, just my feet and nose most of the time, but I was having such fun I stayed out too long and got the back spasms to prove it, I feel like a Mack truck hit me...maybe it did. It took an hour in the shower with scalding water to get warm enough to breathe. I checked the temp in the shop a few hours before I came in the house, it was 35F. Considering I was out there for 7+ hours, I guess I was relatively warm, I did take a break, but it wasn't inside. Would have helped if I'd had something to eat but once I get started on things I like to do I don't think of much else. I get another day of it tomorrow, and the high is going to be 30F...Booooring, yes. I'm in tremendous pain, you are lucky I'm here at all you ungrateful little twit.
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