Sunday, January 13, 2008

The Alcoholic Challenge

'Tis a pity I'd didn't get a perfect score! ::sigh::

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Thursday, January 10, 2008

A Resurrection Of Sorts

I've found inspiration from my favorite Tartaned Tart.

When I was a child, I was an avid little artist. I loved to draw. I drew on things ever since I was old enough to hold a pencil. And I was very creative with other things as well. I made slippers out of melaleuca bark when I was about six years of age so I wouldn't burn my feet on the hot sidewalk (I still remember the neighbor lady remarking at how creative I was). I loved making tree forts and little huts out of branches and palm fronds that I would find. I always wanted to be an artist.

My mother, on the other hand, did not want me to be an artist. I remember one time when I told her that I wanted to be an artist, her telling me that, "Artists starve." No, instead of having me do what I loved, what I was passionate for, she would rather have me do something practical, something where I would make lots of money... like being a doctor or lawyer. She'll never know how that statement wounded me to the core. Oh, she was very proud of my artistic abilities; it was something that she could brag about. But I don't think she saw it as a valuable skill. (Gawd, I'm getting choked up just writing that!)

Despite all that, I drew and enjoyed it all through elementary and high school. I received all sorts of accolades from the teachers as well as the students. I won several blue ribbons from drawings that I had entered in the county fair as well as little awards from the school.

But soon after I left high school it was all over. With my mother's words still echoing in my head I resolved never to draw again. Why should I continue doing something that was just a "novelty"?

Well, fuck all that! It was a mistake on my part to stop creating. So last night, I decided to see if I still had "the touch". I didn't have to make some masterpiece, just try drawing your guitar for Christ's sake! So I scratched it out. A simple drawing of a Fender Stratocaster-shaped guitar. Good enough. I still have it. (Of course, I DID try drawing again at the urging of "Head Fuck", but I was too creatively blocked as well as depressed to do it then.) Hell, I never stopped being an artist, it's one of those intrinsic qualities. Suppressing my creativity is not something I'll be doing again. While I doubt that I'll try to pursue art as a profession (I draw for enjoyment and self expression, it becomes a chore if it's something I have to do) I'm at least going to "do my thing" for my own gratification.

So here's a little sample of what I'm capable of.

This is a picture of Bruin's goaltender Andy Moog that I did when I was in high school. Combining two of my passions?

And this is Mike Patton, formerly from the band Faith No More. I always wanted to be in a band, too, but I was utter shite at playing instruments or singing. (Hell, that didn't seem to stop a lot of people, did it?)

BTW, the pix look MUCH better in person.

One last thought: People who are too weak or fearful to follow their own dreams will always find a way to discourage yours.

Sunday, January 06, 2008

For The Love of Tea

I love tea. No really. I'm not just fond of having a spot of tea now and then, I fucking LOVE tea. I probably drink a half gallon of the stuff daily. It may have something to do with the fact that I'm part English, part Irish or the fact that some folks in my family way-back-when were Dutch merchants who actually brought back ships full of the stuff from the East Indies. Whatever the cause, it doesn't change the fact. I was brought up drinking tea and I'll continue doing so until I cark it.

I'll drink almost any kind of tea. Almost. Tea in a can, however... that is just so wrong on so many levels. The first time I ever had the misfortune of tasting, not drinking, for it's such utter shite that I couldn't actually drink it, was when I was a child and was tricked into going out on a boat (something else I now have an aversion to) with some relatives.

We were out just off of Ft. Lauderdale. It was hot like hell and I was bored to tears. Bad combination for me since when you are bored and in a boat all you can concentrate on is the rocking. And rocking. And more nauseating rocking. I must've been a nice shade of green when someone finally asked me if I was alright and would I like something to drink. Well, what was offered was that shite. Sweetened, with lemon. Tastes nothing like tea... I don't know where they get off calling it such. Horrible, vile, revolting, swill. It only made me sicker. What a horrible experience! It forever cured me from going on boats or drinking "tea" from cans.

I just don't understand how anyone can drink "tea" from a bottle or can. It's so disgusting and chemically tasting! What's wrong with brewing your own? Are people really that lazy? You'd rather poison yourselves with chemicals than spend a few minutes to make something delicious and healthy? Gah, go learn something!

Friday, January 04, 2008

What A Difference 8 Months Can Make

Yah, this is a lazy, fluff post, but sometimes these things are pretty accurate. (Hey, at least it's not another hockey post!)

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