Summer blahs.

James.k.Polk wrote:I think it is time for a new thread.  This one seems to have petered out a bit.

kegs wrote:

theIllustriousDrGonzo wrote:Good morning everyone. One more day till the weekend.

Good Morning (althought it's now pre-evening) Dr.G!


Tomorrow I start shopping for materials for my latest creative endevour.  Yay! (if it works) Booo! If it doesn't.

theIllustriousDrGonzo wrote:Good morning everyone. One more day till the weekend.

James.k.Polk wrote:

James.k.Polk wrote:

kegs wrote:

James.k.Polk wrote:One time, when I was in elementary school, my class drew big full-body self-portraits on long sheets of butcher paper.  I don't remember how old I was, but I presume it was fourth grade.  Although it might have been sixth grade.
I was semi-artistic as a child (you wouldn't know that about me, would you?) and my teacher and classmates all thought my drawing was quite good.  Honestly I don't remember what it looked like-- I bet it was the same kind of crap all fourth graders draw.  
Side tale. My older brother used to have a paper route.  When the newspapers were delivered to our house, the bundles of newspapers were stacked with a blank newspaper on bottom.  It was so the bottom newspaper would not be damaged by being bundled and tossed onto our porch. I used to claim those papers, unfold them, and draw enormous dinosaur scenes.  We had a set of encyclopedias and I would open them up to the dinosaur entry and draw T-Rexes and Brontosauruses.  I'd draw volcanoes and tree ferns and pteranodons flying over it all.
Once I tried to copy big old velvet throw depicting a matador fighting a bull.

Back to the story...

So these self-portraits were destined to be used in a student-art exhibit at the local mall. And as part of the project, I was encouraged to use tempera paints to color the drawing.  Fourth grade Polk was aware that his skin wasn't really the color bright pink color you got by mixing the red and white tempera.  So I added brown and some yellow the the pink mix and stirred.  I created a horrible streaky muddy color of puke brown.  It was horrible and I slathered it all over my drawing.  I was embarrassed by it-- it was a failed idea.  My teacher was mortified.  she went so far as to invite anyone "who wasn't happy with how theirs turned out" to remove their work before she submitted it.

It was for an exhibit.  I felt I couldn't take it down because my mom would know the drawings were from my class and would be mad if mine wasn't there in the mall with the others. So I left it.

As someone who has spent many many MANY years in art classes I can tell you from experience that it's amazing the miriad of ways in which one can create that muddy colour of puke brown. Seriously. Like multiple thousands or so.
And what kind of f'up school exhibits fourth grade kids works at a mall? It's enough pressure just to make anything at that age, let alone something to exhibited. So warped.

But you turned out ok.
I assume.
I'm liking the stuff you post on the blog.

Its not a real mall.  It is smaller than a walmart store in a town of about 20,000 people.  The anchor stores were a Montgomery Ward and a Woolworths.  I think the Star pharmacy is still in there.  Many other local stores have quietly passed away

The point of the story, which I somehow forgot to write, is that when my family went to the mall to see the drawings, everybody had a hearty laugh at my expense and I was mortified.

James.k.Polk wrote:

kegs wrote:

James.k.Polk wrote:One time, when I was in elementary school, my class drew big full-body self-portraits on long sheets of butcher paper.  I don't remember how old I was, but I presume it was fourth grade.  Although it might have been sixth grade.
I was semi-artistic as a child (you wouldn't know that about me, would you?) and my teacher and classmates all thought my drawing was quite good.  Honestly I don't remember what it looked like-- I bet it was the same kind of crap all fourth graders draw.  
Side tale. My older brother used to have a paper route.  When the newspapers were delivered to our house, the bundles of newspapers were stacked with a blank newspaper on bottom.  It was so the bottom newspaper would not be damaged by being bundled and tossed onto our porch. I used to claim those papers, unfold them, and draw enormous dinosaur scenes.  We had a set of encyclopedias and I would open them up to the dinosaur entry and draw T-Rexes and Brontosauruses.  I'd draw volcanoes and tree ferns and pteranodons flying over it all.
Once I tried to copy big old velvet throw depicting a matador fighting a bull.

Back to the story...

So these self-portraits were destined to be used in a student-art exhibit at the local mall. And as part of the project, I was encouraged to use tempera paints to color the drawing.  Fourth grade Polk was aware that his skin wasn't really the color bright pink color you got by mixing the red and white tempera.  So I added brown and some yellow the the pink mix and stirred.  I created a horrible streaky muddy color of puke brown.  It was horrible and I slathered it all over my drawing.  I was embarrassed by it-- it was a failed idea.  My teacher was mortified.  she went so far as to invite anyone "who wasn't happy with how theirs turned out" to remove their work before she submitted it.

It was for an exhibit.  I felt I couldn't take it down because my mom would know the drawings were from my class and would be mad if mine wasn't there in the mall with the others. So I left it.

As someone who has spent many many MANY years in art classes I can tell you from experience that it's amazing the miriad of ways in which one can create that muddy colour of puke brown. Seriously. Like multiple thousands or so.
And what kind of f'up school exhibits fourth grade kids works at a mall? It's enough pressure just to make anything at that age, let alone something to exhibited. So warped.

But you turned out ok.
I assume.
I'm liking the stuff you post on the blog.

Its not a real mall.  It is smaller than a walmart store in a town of about 20,000 people.  The anchor stores were a Montgomery Ward and a Woolworths.  I think the Star pharmacy is still in there.  Many other local stores have quietly passed away

kegs wrote:

James.k.Polk wrote:One time, when I was in elementary school, my class drew big full-body self-portraits on long sheets of butcher paper.  I don't remember how old I was, but I presume it was fourth grade.  Although it might have been sixth grade.
I was semi-artistic as a child (you wouldn't know that about me, would you?) and my teacher and classmates all thought my drawing was quite good.  Honestly I don't remember what it looked like-- I bet it was the same kind of crap all fourth graders draw.  
Side tale. My older brother used to have a paper route.  When the newspapers were delivered to our house, the bundles of newspapers were stacked with a blank newspaper on bottom.  It was so the bottom newspaper would not be damaged by being bundled and tossed onto our porch. I used to claim those papers, unfold them, and draw enormous dinosaur scenes.  We had a set of encyclopedias and I would open them up to the dinosaur entry and draw T-Rexes and Brontosauruses.  I'd draw volcanoes and tree ferns and pteranodons flying over it all.
Once I tried to copy big old velvet throw depicting a matador fighting a bull.

Back to the story...

So these self-portraits were destined to be used in a student-art exhibit at the local mall. And as part of the project, I was encouraged to use tempera paints to color the drawing.  Fourth grade Polk was aware that his skin wasn't really the color bright pink color you got by mixing the red and white tempera.  So I added brown and some yellow the the pink mix and stirred.  I created a horrible streaky muddy color of puke brown.  It was horrible and I slathered it all over my drawing.  I was embarrassed by it-- it was a failed idea.  My teacher was mortified.  she went so far as to invite anyone "who wasn't happy with how theirs turned out" to remove their work before she submitted it.

It was for an exhibit.  I felt I couldn't take it down because my mom would know the drawings were from my class and would be mad if mine wasn't there in the mall with the others. So I left it.

As someone who has spent many many MANY years in art classes I can tell you from experience that it's amazing the miriad of ways in which one can create that muddy colour of puke brown. Seriously. Like multiple thousands or so.
And what kind of f'up school exhibits fourth grade kids works at a mall? It's enough pressure just to make anything at that age, let alone something to exhibited. So warped.

But you turned out ok.
I assume.
I'm liking the stuff you post on the blog.

James.k.Polk wrote:One time, when I was in elementary school, my class drew big full-body self-portraits on long sheets of butcher paper.  I don't remember how old I was, but I presume it was fourth grade.  Although it might have been sixth grade.
I was semi-artistic as a child (you wouldn't know that about me, would you?) and my teacher and classmates all thought my drawing was quite good.  Honestly I don't remember what it looked like-- I bet it was the same kind of crap all fourth graders draw.  
Side tale. My older brother used to have a paper route.  When the newspapers were delivered to our house, the bundles of newspapers were stacked with a blank newspaper on bottom.  It was so the bottom newspaper would not be damaged by being bundled and tossed onto our porch. I used to claim those papers, unfold them, and draw enormous dinosaur scenes.  We had a set of encyclopedias and I would open them up to the dinosaur entry and draw T-Rexes and Brontosauruses.  I'd draw volcanoes and tree ferns and pteranodons flying over it all.
Once I tried to copy big old velvet throw depicting a matador fighting a bull.

Back to the story...

So these self-portraits were destined to be used in a student-art exhibit at the local mall. And as part of the project, I was encouraged to use tempera paints to color the drawing.  Fourth grade Polk was aware that his skin wasn't really the color bright pink color you got by mixing the red and white tempera.  So I added brown and some yellow the the pink mix and stirred.  I created a horrible streaky muddy color of puke brown.  It was horrible and I slathered it all over my drawing.  I was embarrassed by it-- it was a failed idea.  My teacher was mortified.  she went so far as to invite anyone "who wasn't happy with how theirs turned out" to remove their work before she submitted it.

It was for an exhibit.  I felt I couldn't take it down because my mom would know the drawings were from my class and would be mad if mine wasn't there in the mall with the others. So I left it.

rkwsuperstar wrote:

kegs wrote:

rkwsuperstar wrote:Everyone send Polk scented candles and Precious Moments figurines to decorate his apartment with.

I misread that as Promiscuous Moments figurines.

Send him those, too.

kegs wrote:

rkwsuperstar wrote:Everyone send Polk scented candles and Precious Moments figurines to decorate his apartment with.

I misread that as Promiscuous Moments figurines.

rkwsuperstar wrote:Everyone send Polk scented candles and Precious Moments figurines to decorate his apartment with.

rkwsuperstar wrote:The joys of working for the state: we get an environmental health and safety inspection.  The inspection was done by a very young woman with no degree in EHS or any related area.  (Basically, you are hired and they give you some training of things to look for, such as nothing stored within 24" of the ceiling (unless it's in a closet, which I guess somehow prevents fire)).  She wrote us up for having "dangerous electrical outlets with exposed wires."  They were phone jacks.

Doesn't matter.  There is no dispute allowed.  EHS wrote us up for something and regardless of the fact that it was not, in fact, a real thing, we still have to purchase cover boxes to "hide the exposed wires."  Otherwise known as where the phone line plugs into the jack.

Patch wrote:

James.k.Polk wrote:

I don't know what deadman rise is.

Like marko polo. Deadman Deadman come alive, Come alive on the count of 5. Then you try not to get tagged.

James.k.Polk wrote:

theIllustriousDrGonzo wrote:

James.k.Polk wrote:Gonzo--

My "adventure" for today is driving myself up to the Ikea store to look for a smallish area rug to put down under my chair and desk to cover up the seriously worn and trashy looking apartment carpet.

Also-- looks like Spanglish is the Sunday movie and I got no interest in that shit.

Last week they played Julie/Julia which is a movie about a woman who decides to cook all the dishes in Julia Child's Mastering the Art Of French Cooking and blog about it.  It was decent although there was little drama other than the "I'm getting fat cooking all this" and "You never finish anything you start" and "I'm your husband and although I wanted you to do this I'm now feeling neglected and think I'll pout for a few scenes."

But Meryl Streep very much "became" Julia Child. Her performance was amazing.

that rug really ties the room together.

Well the rug I found is kind of a plum color.  Bought bed sheets to match it.  I thought I could use a little color in my apartment but I'm beginning to worry about my masculinity.

But I was tired of the microfiber sheets.  They seem to hold on to heat and I end up sleeping too hot and running the AC too cold at night.

Patch wrote:Here's my new ride. So far it's awesome.

James.k.Polk wrote:

I don't know what deadman rise is.

Patch wrote:My wife is so amazing. She spent a hour playing deadman rise in the pool.