Well I don't know when the next time I'm gunna write out something on this blog thing. I have three months of "no-time for anything" coming up and I certainly will NOT have time for this.
I don't think I'm gunna kill the account, not yet. But I will not be posting for a long long... long time. I just can't put this on the priority list. And not to dis anyone else's blog but it just seem like a waste of time. But thank all of you that took the time to read the crap I posted.
So see you all in the funny pages...
BATMAN OUT!
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
'till next time...
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
So I have been tagged...
This is my first official meme tag by EM so I hope this is all good and a bag of chips!
7 random or weird things about myself.
The rules are as follows:
# Link to the person who tagged you
# Post the rules on your blog.
# Share seven random and/or weird facts about yourself on your blog.
# Tag seven random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.
# Leave a comment on their blogs so that they know they have been tagged.
Annnnddd GO!!
1. If I'm eating with you, no problem, if I'm doing anything else while you eat near me then I may be thinking of the 50 different ways I could kill you silently with your fork!! I can't stand the sound of someone eating.
2. I like to make condomate sangwiches, that's right... a chip and mayo or cheeze wiz and pickle sangwich. Hey when all you gots in the fridge is a loaf of bread and some condiments and your toaster is broken you do what you gots to. People still look at me funny when I take a bag of nacho chips and spread them over a couple slices of bread with mayo on them. A little white trash I know.
3. I can watch or listen to a favorite movie or song over and over and never get sick of it.... ever! The most I ever watched a movie is Farris Bulers Day Off and I watched it for an entire week solid. All day everyday!! And the most I listened to one CD as on a 10 hours shift, the CD was a total of 34 min long.
4. I do NOT get hangovers... ever and I have drank everything from Wild Turkey to Absinthe and beers (too many) to Vodka. It's my super power... jealous?
5. If I feel I need a good cry I just watch Armageddon and wait for that final sceen between Willis and Affleck, don't know why but that shit turns me into Nigra falls. (little Scrooged reference)
6. I shave when I'm mad or drunk. I'm not totally sure it's a safe thing to do in either case but it is very calming. It's kinda like a meditation... relaxing.
7. I have spent my entire child hood as a fat kid and a bit of a geek and I think it's good because it made my skin a little thicker, and now that I'm getting my skinny on I'm not suck an asshole about it. Much like working fast food it made me a better person because I know what it's like to be on that end of the counter.
Well there you are! I tag...
i am the diva
Darth Mommy
Idle Thoughts
(-_- ). ). ). ) ). ). ).
Nicole
Slyde
There... now yall at it!
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Works for me!
Last week I was called up by Mr. Buttons and asked if I could scoot down to his home town and do some drawings for the T.V. studio he works for. I, at first, was all like, "I don't know I would have to take a day off work, drive for three hours and then drive all the way home... No, no I don't think it's worth it, sorry." Then Mr. B, being the super genius he is, hands the phone over to the nice young producer lady and she asks me the same thing. I'm all like "Um- Okay I can be there in three hours!" Damn my weakness for the fairer sex!!
So I get to R-town and find the studio. We fill out the needed paper work and I am shown the two characters I have to sketch. The contract was for two characters to be drawn with a couple of wacky inventions attached to them. Not detailed, not inked and no clean up... just sketches. So after meeting the director, super cool and nice guy and his grip I sat down at a table, they set up and 4 minutes later I was done. Four minutes!! I made more then my days wage working a ten hour shift at the plant in four minutes then the producer tells me she also scored me mileage.
SWEET!!
Needless to say then next time they call I will be there before they hang up the phone! I mean if I want to do this for a living maybe I should start getting myself out there. I really hope they call me back... soon.
Monday, February 4, 2008
A day late and a dollar short...sorry!!
It's late and I am sorry but I’m gunna try to make my Sunday night weekend post a story of yester year. A tale of old, drunk good ol’ times!! Most of my friends, if they weren’t there, have heard them but here you are the rest of the world, hang on it’s a fin ride.
So like most 20 some kids I drank, I drank on weekends mostly for a good reason. You know a birthday, a holiday or some sort of big life changing event. We wre not weekend worriers by any means. This was a weekend at the lake for volley ball. Every summer Tomas invites me up the cabin for volly ball. A sweet cabin I must say, two floors, a mini bar and a shower outside! So Garson and I head up to the lake and we sit on the beach for most of the morning/afternoon drinking bears. There we are in the sun watching the girl volley ball players jump around, a great start to an awesome weekend. We eat some burgers and fries, drink more beers and watch more girls as the afternoon rolls into the supper hour. Now it’s time to hang out inside the Mac Point Bar. There was a band playing that night and Garson know the bass player so we decided to stay for the show, and we drank some more beers. The band arrived, set up and we hung out with the drummer’s girlfriend because she didn’t know anyone at the bar. Way cute girlfriend. You know that kinda girl that even at 23, happily married make you get that squeaky teenager voice again. The show started and we had just finished our beer when the cutie we just met decides she’s going to get us a round of drinks, sweet. I’ll take vodka anything and I can’t remember what Garson asked for. We drank them up and she went back for a second round, SWEET!! About 10 rounds later… the band stops playing and the bar closes a bunch of us are now hanging out outside in the parking lot and having a party. Coolers are being whipped out and some people are getting rides home or boating home because they live across the lake. Garson and I lost out new friend and end up hanging out with the base player. It’s announced that there is a party at another lo-cal in a hotel room. We pile into a truck, I think it was white and we head off to this party. Like we need more to drink! I think I fought with that seatbelt the whole ride there and as we pulled into the parking lot of the hotel it finally worked. This little hotel room had about 30 or so people in it, that’s a super drunk estimation on my part, and I felt hot and sick and I didn’t want to blow chinks in front of a crowd so I went outside. As I left I passed Garson grabbed his shoulder and told him I need some air. As I left a rush of cold air hit me and just as I started to feel good someone passed buy me that decided to use the whole bottle of perfume that night. I couldn’t hold it, so as I walked back to the car I started to hurl. Straight down my favourite Spice Girls shirt. I am so sorry Baby Spice! I didn't stop walking as this was all going on.
Now I am tired, I smell bad and I’m pretty sure I can’t see. The only way I’m making it back to the cabin alive is if I find the truck we came in and sit on the ground and wait for the rest of them to come back to the truck. I sit, lean against the tire and then I pass out.
All of a sudden I feel a hand grab my leg and pull me out from under the vehicle. GARSON!!! Oh crap he looks pissed off. He says to me as I stand up, “Dude you fell a sleep UNDER A CAR! And we’ve been looking for you for like 2 hours!!” My response, “Why? I was waiting for you guy here at the truck cuz I told myself if I sleep next to the car we came here in they can’t leave with out me!” Garson grabs my heads turns it and says, “That’s the truck me came in.” And proceeds to point down a row of cars about 7 or 8 long, it’s at the end. So we pile back into the white truck and someone took us back to my car still at the bar. Now I’m still drunk and I know there is no way I’m driving until the morning. I ask Garson if he’s gunna sleep in the car even though I knew he wouldn’t. Good lord even I couldn’t take the smell. So I crawl into my car, lay the seat back, crack the window and go to sleep.
The sun shows up early but we all decide to ignore it until about 9:30 or 10:00. So I’m now cooking in my car and so is the crap on my Spice Girls shirt. I take stock as to where I am and what’s around me. To my right and up 1 stall is the white truck with the tale gate open and a pair of feet sticking out. To the right of the truck is a pup tent… a pup tent, what the hell? Garson crawls out of the tent and his back is wet… like, lay down in the kids pool, get just your back wet wet. So I gotta ask, “Um, dude where did you get the tent?” Garson, “Found it.” Me, “Why is your back wet?” Garson looking for our cooler in the back of my car, “I forgot to open the vents, I was cookin’ in my own juices in there and I feel like crap… my back… oww.” Well I’m sure it would have been a much more comfy night had he pitched the tent on the grass that was 2 feet away instead of the parking lot. He hands me a beer and we crack them open… it’s go time for day two or our weekend.
So like most 20 some kids I drank, I drank on weekends mostly for a good reason. You know a birthday, a holiday or some sort of big life changing event. We wre not weekend worriers by any means. This was a weekend at the lake for volley ball. Every summer Tomas invites me up the cabin for volly ball. A sweet cabin I must say, two floors, a mini bar and a shower outside! So Garson and I head up to the lake and we sit on the beach for most of the morning/afternoon drinking bears. There we are in the sun watching the girl volley ball players jump around, a great start to an awesome weekend. We eat some burgers and fries, drink more beers and watch more girls as the afternoon rolls into the supper hour. Now it’s time to hang out inside the Mac Point Bar. There was a band playing that night and Garson know the bass player so we decided to stay for the show, and we drank some more beers. The band arrived, set up and we hung out with the drummer’s girlfriend because she didn’t know anyone at the bar. Way cute girlfriend. You know that kinda girl that even at 23, happily married make you get that squeaky teenager voice again. The show started and we had just finished our beer when the cutie we just met decides she’s going to get us a round of drinks, sweet. I’ll take vodka anything and I can’t remember what Garson asked for. We drank them up and she went back for a second round, SWEET!! About 10 rounds later… the band stops playing and the bar closes a bunch of us are now hanging out outside in the parking lot and having a party. Coolers are being whipped out and some people are getting rides home or boating home because they live across the lake. Garson and I lost out new friend and end up hanging out with the base player. It’s announced that there is a party at another lo-cal in a hotel room. We pile into a truck, I think it was white and we head off to this party. Like we need more to drink! I think I fought with that seatbelt the whole ride there and as we pulled into the parking lot of the hotel it finally worked. This little hotel room had about 30 or so people in it, that’s a super drunk estimation on my part, and I felt hot and sick and I didn’t want to blow chinks in front of a crowd so I went outside. As I left I passed Garson grabbed his shoulder and told him I need some air. As I left a rush of cold air hit me and just as I started to feel good someone passed buy me that decided to use the whole bottle of perfume that night. I couldn’t hold it, so as I walked back to the car I started to hurl. Straight down my favourite Spice Girls shirt. I am so sorry Baby Spice! I didn't stop walking as this was all going on.
Now I am tired, I smell bad and I’m pretty sure I can’t see. The only way I’m making it back to the cabin alive is if I find the truck we came in and sit on the ground and wait for the rest of them to come back to the truck. I sit, lean against the tire and then I pass out.
All of a sudden I feel a hand grab my leg and pull me out from under the vehicle. GARSON!!! Oh crap he looks pissed off. He says to me as I stand up, “Dude you fell a sleep UNDER A CAR! And we’ve been looking for you for like 2 hours!!” My response, “Why? I was waiting for you guy here at the truck cuz I told myself if I sleep next to the car we came here in they can’t leave with out me!” Garson grabs my heads turns it and says, “That’s the truck me came in.” And proceeds to point down a row of cars about 7 or 8 long, it’s at the end. So we pile back into the white truck and someone took us back to my car still at the bar. Now I’m still drunk and I know there is no way I’m driving until the morning. I ask Garson if he’s gunna sleep in the car even though I knew he wouldn’t. Good lord even I couldn’t take the smell. So I crawl into my car, lay the seat back, crack the window and go to sleep.
The sun shows up early but we all decide to ignore it until about 9:30 or 10:00. So I’m now cooking in my car and so is the crap on my Spice Girls shirt. I take stock as to where I am and what’s around me. To my right and up 1 stall is the white truck with the tale gate open and a pair of feet sticking out. To the right of the truck is a pup tent… a pup tent, what the hell? Garson crawls out of the tent and his back is wet… like, lay down in the kids pool, get just your back wet wet. So I gotta ask, “Um, dude where did you get the tent?” Garson, “Found it.” Me, “Why is your back wet?” Garson looking for our cooler in the back of my car, “I forgot to open the vents, I was cookin’ in my own juices in there and I feel like crap… my back… oww.” Well I’m sure it would have been a much more comfy night had he pitched the tent on the grass that was 2 feet away instead of the parking lot. He hands me a beer and we crack them open… it’s go time for day two or our weekend.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
The weekend!!
This weekend I'm gunna spill my guts on a couple of funnie awesome drunkin'/ collage/ roommate mis-adventuers! It's gunna be a good read!! Tune in same Bat-time same bat.... hold on I gotta go change a diper!
Saturday, January 26, 2008
It's been too long.
Well - it’s been too long. I am kinda new at this game so it looks like I’m gonna follow a b.e.earl formula, and I’m sure many others, bullet form. Not my favorite but we will see how it goes.
- I left you all last with a clean computer and a Terminator T-T.V. review.
- This past week has been crazy busy, not at work one or three, but work two. (that is unfortunately drawing which I want to be work one, but that’s for another day) I was tapped by our Saskatoon branch of the Lung Association to do a set of drawing for a “Sleep Apnea” booklet and they went all well and good. I have to send a shout out to I am the diva because it is her connection to a friend that works at the Lung Assoc. that got me the work. And if you are an artist you know that any published work is good work!! This has now led to a second project that I have been tapped for - sweet! (No work three this weekend… ah well It’ll be there next weekend!)
- We also got back into the commission game and one of our auctions sold, now the fella that bought the drawing would like a counterpart. I love commission work it’s here, I do it, it’s done and I’m onto the next one!
- We are finally getting back into LOST with the whole catchin’ up our friends on season two, man they are gonna love season 3!! That one’s just for you Laura. hehe…
- I finally got all of Metalocalypse with the wifey (Fourleafclover) and man I could watch like a billion more times. It is the best thing since…Home Movies! My next entry is going to be all about the show!
- I’m not sleeping so well, but I think it’s a combination of working too much and really wanting summer to be here and wishing I could fight crime…seriously.
- The Deviant Art page is officially up! Check it out.
http://vanesch-art.deviantart.com/
- Like most people trying hard to climb out of debt… student loans, (worst idea ever asking to borrow money form the government). Like pulling teeth to get it but boy oh boy when they want it back watch out! Although good things come to those that have to wait and I have successfully not made a student loan payment in about 6 or seven years! I just let my income tax pay it off every year! Stupid government paying themselves back with there own tax money, I love it.
Well - I think you are all caught up and I’m too busy to keep typing this stuff up tonight! More same bat-time and more same bat-channel!
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