| My oasis. |
[Jul. 26th, 2008|12:35 pm] |
The view of my backyard. What I've been attempting to do with my barbershop is turn it into an urban cottage. This way when the hectic pace of the city gets to be too much for me I can just come home and pretend I'm somewhere far from civilization.
I've made a path out of recycled bricks from the wall I tore down and then covered it with coarse sawdust so the bricks peek through in places and the path looks old and well used.
All the plants are wild flowers which have been mixed together and scattered randomly. The effect is very visually pleasing, especially when they're all in bloom. It's a nice, wilderness oasis in the heart of the bustling city. The little garden well is also made from cinderblocks recycled from the interior wall I tore down.
Yesterday I just laid out back there sunning myself and listening to music on my MP3. Best therapy ever.
I refinished the exterior of the addition with board and baton. When I bought the place the addition's exterior was just painted chip-board. It was apparently vinyl siding when the previous owner bought it. He tore down the siding and put up chip board which he painted (very poorly too) white. It looked like shit.
I can understand not wanting vinyl siding but chip board? C'mon! The goal with renovations is to make it better, not worse!
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| The Other Canadian National Anthem |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|06:12 pm] |
As you may or may not know the Hockey Night In Canada themesong was sold to CTV to use for the Olympics. While a terrible tragedy to the cultural heritage of this nation it has afforded Science Ninja Big Ten the opportunity to compete to replace the the well recognized themesong.
Our humble offering is the song Cliche from our last album Gaijin Smash.
Please feel free to vote us the hell up. |
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| Scooter Rage |
[Jul. 19th, 2008|03:23 am] |
You know what ruins a perfectly good evening? When you're on your way to the gay bar for a night of karaoke and drawing and some fucking asshole thinks it's really funny to throw a rock at you as you drive past on your scooter hitting you square on the part of your temple not covered by the helmet. Luckily I managed to bring the scooter to a controlled stop and the skin wasn't broken. But I have a lump and my head still hurts.
WTF seriously! This shit is just not funny. I'm getting fed up with all the scooter rage out there. Get used to it assholes because gas prices are getting higher and there's only going to be more of us on the road. Put me in a diminished mood for the rest of the night.
Anyways, tonight's drawing. |
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| I got present. |
[Jul. 16th, 2008|03:09 am] |
A friend gave me a nice set of charcoals today in exchange for a sketch. Here's the sketch I did for her with the set of charcoals she gave me.
Woohoo! Free stuff! |
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| last night's bar room charcoal sketch. |
[Jul. 12th, 2008|01:41 pm] |
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Why hello there. Long time no draw! |
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| Triumph! Man VS. Kitchen |
[Jul. 11th, 2008|11:08 am] |
At last it is finished... well all except the painting, no point in painting until I've finished all the work that's going to kick up sawdust.
I now have a fully functional kitchen. I love it. All furniture and cabinetry with the exception of the two antique chairs and the antique cedar counter the sink is in was built by me.
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| I forgot, I wanted to share this with you. |
[Jul. 10th, 2008|09:23 pm] |
I suffer from mild pediophobia (fear of dolls) so I was a little shocked to discover an old highschool friend of mine makes abominations against man and nature. Just kidding. She's actually a very talented sculptor. I now know who to hire if I ever decide to license a line of Ghastly's Ghastly Comic action figures.
Of course a few of you out there already have some limited edition Drunk and Bitter Jesus action figures. |
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| Nice Shorts? |
[Jul. 5th, 2008|08:29 pm] |
I went to the beach today.
On the way back I encountered yet another example of Scooter Rage. I don't know why scooters invoke such ire and contempt from passerbys but they do. Today I passed three guys and one of them saw me coming on my scooter, pointed as I approached and yelled "nice shorts"!
There was absolutely nothing remarkable about the rather ordinary pair of shorts I was wearing at the time. I figure he just saw me coming on a scooter, wanted to mock me for riding a scooter, yelled the first thing that came into his head, then felt a deep crimson shame as he realized his attempt at a put down was a failure of a non-sequitor.
I thought it was funny because even though I continued on my way I know this conversation undoubtedly transpired in my wake.
"Nice shorts?"
"Well... yeah... you saw him. He was driving a scooter."
"But nice shorts?"
"Look I had to yell something, didn't I? I mean we can't just allow people to drive economically and environmentally responsible motor vehicles without challenge. You have to yell something at them as they drive past."
"But why 'nice shorts'. Why not 'hey fag' or 'you're gay' or 'nice scooter'?"
"I... I didn't notice the scooter until it was almost here. It's one of those electric ones and makes no noise. I... paniced and just yelled the first thing that came into my head. If I had to to do all over again I'd have yelled something else. But I yelled 'nice shorts' and I'll just have to live with that now. But at least we can all take comfort in the fact that I yelled something at him. Right?"
"Epic fail!" |
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| Customs confiscated their shrubbery. |
[Jul. 5th, 2008|12:15 pm] |
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Had a wonderful meeting last night with two American fans, Hannah and Nathan who stopped by Hamilton on their vacation in Southern Ontario to come out to the Werx with me and sing Karaoke. I always love meeting my readers. A fun time was had by all. |
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| WTF? |
[Jun. 30th, 2008|02:03 pm] |
Today I found a little note I made to myself. It's on the back of a picture clipped from the cardboard packaging of my neoprene facemask.
It reads as follows.
9027
1-off
STAY
WTF was that all about? Apparently it meant something to me at some point. |
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| Self portrait |
[Jun. 28th, 2008|03:58 am] |
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Drew little self portrait tonight at the bar. Was only drinking diet coke. I look disgruntled because nobody was hitting on me and there were no lipstick lesbians playing with my hair. Damnit! |
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| Fucking rattle-cats. |
[Jun. 25th, 2008|01:10 pm] |
Last night I dreamt that I was taking a walk through what's left of the Red Hill Valley to see what progress the wildlife was making in its recovery from the bulldozered rape of its evironment. As I was walking I suddenly heard a rattle and felt a sharp pain in my ankle. I looked down and saw a little orange rattle-cat kitten with its teeth sunk into my leg angrily and the rattle on the tip of its fuzzy orange tail furiously rattling.
Fuck! I got bit by a rattle-cat! Was my first reaction. Then I felt kind of happy because rattle-cats are a rare, endangered species and the Red Hill Valley was one of their last known habitats so finding a kitten meant a breeding pair had survived. Then I thought, "shit I'm gonna die". Luckily I remembered that only 50% of rattle-cats are actually poisonous so I grabbed the cat by the scruff of its neck (which it was rather furious about) and carted it off to the vets to be analysed. Fortunately for me it was a non-poisonous rattle-cat but it was very ill so the vet needed to treat it and I would have to look after it for a few months to nurse it back to health.
I woke up this morning thinking "oh jeeze, I over slept. It's time to give the rattle-cat its medicine".
It wasn't until I got out of bed that I realized WTF? |
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