Eh, where to start...
Not much happened on the surface, but the time is flying fast, and my vacation trip is getting closer.
I have an extra family living with us and I have been sick.
I hope it was some fucking flu and not something more serious, but whatever it was, it sure scared the shit out of me, as some weirdness started happening within my body. I still have the aftershocks (I hope that's what they are)
I do not even know what I was scared of. Death maybe, but I am not sure I fear death. If it is anything like sleeping, I should definitely have fun being dead, once that fucker comes around.
Actually, I have very fond memories of the time before I was born. By fond, I mean none whatsoever. And that is great.
I think that when I am sick and I fear, I fear the most not being around my kids as they grow up and helping them get there and grab firm hold on life.
I usually do it by discouraging them and ignoring their achievements.
All I want them to do is be healthy and happy and grow up and become decent human beings. The rest will come.
I hate parents who brag about and talk their kids up, because by doing that they raise MY expectations of their kids.
If they say their kid is a math wiz, don't give me that two plus seven is nine. If they say their kid is an awesome artist, put your fucking money where your mouth is and don't pull out that crayon stick man shit.
All kids can do that, so there's nothing special about it.
If you want to prove to me that your kids are special, make sure they can walk through a Chinese wall, perform quadruple bypass or bend spoons or something, otherwise you're wasting my time.
If they make statue of liberty disappear and then re-appear a few minutes later, I will be impressed.
Fucking David Copperfield ruined my childhood.
Also, I hate parents who have a favorite kid. What's the fucking deal with that?
Screwing your kids mentally like that is not cool.
Aaanyhow, got carried away... sorry.
Another thing I fear is that, if I die, my wife will re-marry, and some hairy fuck will take over my house, roll in my bed, and wipe his arse with my favorite books.
That would piss me off.
Talking about the things that piss me off, here's one:
"Dear mr President"
What the fuck!
Each morning and evening on my drive to work and back I am tortured by that fucking song. And Shardlow and Brad (guys from work I drive with every day) are taking the piss out of me because I flip out and start cursing each time I hear it.
Don't get me wrong, I am no big fan of Dubya, but
If you want to write a song about a president you do not like, do a bit of a fucking research.
She should have Googled his name and had a read for a few minutes, she would get better material.
The way it is, bloody song is stupid, it sounds like something written by pathetic, overly emotional 12 year old girl who wants to solve world's hunger in 2 days.
"let's pretend ...you're no better than me" that implies that he actually IS better, which is fucking stupid.
"How can you sleep when the rest of us cry" who the fuck cries? I don't. I also know many people, they don't cry. One couple I know does have a small child who cries, but I am not convinced Dubya is responsible.
"You don't know nothin' 'bout the hard work" well, neither does Pink. Getting hundreds of thousands of dollars for a few hours of work is not exactly where the most people fit.
The rest of the lines about gay daughter and first lady and stuff are crap as well.
Soo, I hope this one goes away quickly, and Pink goes back to getting the party started.
Let John Stewart take the piss out of the president. And Dixie chicks. They do it better.
Well it's 2 Am and I got carried away, so here's art and I will continue about Shardlow, Brad and another family living with us some other time.
I did some silly Judge Dredd spoof, not sure if it's any good, as I was really tired while I was doing it. Did not use any reference, I did look at some Dredd comics last week though.
There's also a bunch of life drawing I did 2 weeks ago, all on that page were quick 2 and 3 minute poses, all of it done in 45 minutes.
The rest below is old stuff I felt like posting. Don't know why.
Cheers to all,