Woarn Owt Brush’s

Woarn Owt Brush's

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That last painting pretty much destroyed my brushes, and made me realize how insufficient my current brush selection is. I had to use my #0 brush for #1 and #2 jobs, and my already-worn-out #2 flat/brights where I should have used a round or filbert. Anyway, I need to replace all of them before I start my next painting. Gonna break my own taboo and shop online.

Hopefully the hint of nipple and bum of that previous image and my infrequent use of the F-word to express anger and /or frustration doesn’t earn me a “mature” tag. Nobody is reading this nonsense anyway so it doesn’t really matter if it does happen. But now that I have mentioned it and pointed it out, it’s much more likely to happen for two reasons:
1) people are so terrified of the notion that someone else might be offended by something and file a frivolous lawsuit that anything with the slightest potential to prove scandalous is, for lack of a better word, censored.
2) people are dicks, and if a person mentions a preference that a thing happen or not happen, the exact opposite will occur. Because some people think that sort of manufactured irony is hilarious.

I may need to add this to the Roolz…

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Smrtfoanz R Smrt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The thing I was going to write on my phone, before I was defeated by technology, was about how amazing phones are nowadays.

Smrtfoan r smrtr then sum ppl!!

Smrtfoan r smrtr then sum ppl!!

I went to school (K – 8) in the 80’s. In the early 80s, we had a party line because it was cheaper. If you picked up the phone at the wrong time, you could eavesdrop on your neighbors. Some of our neighbors and even some of our relatives still had party lines long after we upgraded to a private line.

Our phone was a beige box that hung on the wall. The handset had a long cord, and the base had a big dial on it that you had to crank around. You hated everyone with 9’s and 0’s in their phone number (that’s a Louis CK joke, folks). We had that same phone for well over a decade.

Our TV set also had dials. And knobs that could be pulled off and lost by children. And it had no remote. You had to get up and cross the entire room to change the channel or adjust the volume. But not having a remote didn’t matter as much, because our roof antenna only picked up maybe 5 channels on a clear day. Continue reading