28 June 2007
Drinkers need big glasses. Professionals need big glasses. Social butterflies want cocktails and ice and lacy fucking decoration on their shit.
In other news, I'm not drunk. I'm painting, and drinking, heading towards bed and a start to an Elvis movie.
Sold some paintings today, in theory, I haven't gotten the money yet. It's a little sketchy actually, and I'm nervous. Not crime sketchy, but I don't think you get where I'm coming from sketchy.
It's a conflicting case of fortunately and unfortunately. The two Chuck Norris wine bottle paintings to be precise, and as I said, I felt a little reluctant to part with them. I had one of those moments where I thought to myself,
"Self," thought I, "these paintings should be part of a larger set, of perhaps ten or twelve Norris Vineyards pieces."
"I am sick of Chuck Norris." I replied,"And 550 dollars is good cash money. Parting is such sweet sorrow, but good riddance. I can do something else interesting now."
I think I said something else to myself, but I can't recall. That's the point of the whole thinbg I guess, selling my work, and "supporting" myself, or at least securing some travel/girl/liquor/movie money.
Speaking of g/l/m, tomorrow we're getting together again. I am rather enthused.
27 June 2007
It might be difficult to see at first, but click on the image. This is the big accomplishment of the night. Remarkably easy if you ask me, I wasn't expectiong to be this far in a week. Cool. Whatever
Read a good deal of the new Ian McEwan novel, On Chesil Beach. Definitely not something I would ever pick up on my own. Nonetheless absorbing, I'm over half done. Finally, I watched Panther Squad and Revenge of the Ninja, bith for the second time, took notes, and am going to crack the review barrier within moments.
26 June 2007
I realized that I',m probably expecting too much too fast, and in the past when I've been successful, it hasn't been immediate.
25 June 2007
He knows he aint loved at all.
OK, try this: