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Archive for January, 2013

Bad Luck

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I hate it when I hit a streak of bad luck.  Seems like nothing is going right, and everything is turning into shit.  Bummer when that happens.  It’s like Albert King said, “If it wasn’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all.”  However, as  Howlin’ Wolf said, “I ain’t superstitious, but a black cat crossed my path.”  So I do everything I can to ensure that I always have good luck, or the best luck I can,  given the  situation.

Now I don’t consider myself “Lucky”.  I never win anything, but then again, I ain’t out there wasting my money on lottery tickets.  I hate gambling, and rarely leave anything to chance, except when I draw in my sketchbook.  I’ve “got lucky” in the past, but those occasions where few and far between, with too much recovery time involved for me to wanna rush back into a “lucky” relationship again.

I am lucky I could retire from Probationland at age 57.   And lucky I can still work part-time therein.   Although luck really had nothing to do with eating shit for thirty years, putting up with ass-holes and fools, while trying to deal with ‘clients’ at the same time.  I’m also lucky that none of that had a lasting impact on me, or in anyway colored my outlook on life whatsoever.  Oh yeah…look at how my luck is changin’ as we speak.  I got this in the mail today:

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Big Fat Butts

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Everybody’s got one.  Be it called an arse, bum, rear-end or just plain ass.  Everybody has a butt.  And big fat ones are my favorite.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m not really an “ass-man”, butt (he he) when it comes to drawing, there’s nothing more intriguing than big fat ones.  Ones that can be exaggerated and fill up a page.

Now I know everyone is wondering: “Does Hansi have a big fat butt?”.  Well the answer is: “No he doesn’t!”  Butt (this is, about butts), I’ve been told to get off mine and do something worthwhile instead of sitting on it all day writing stupid-ass shit for my blog.  Someone doesn’t appreciate my ass blogging all day.   But (not gonna run that one into the ground), when my ass is blogging, sometimes it can’t help itself and makes an ass out of me.  And I hate it when my ass makes me look stupid. [Like probably, right now]

Have you every laughed your ass off?  You know:  LMAO, or LOL or the one for rolling on the floor keeled over with  laughter whilst farting and shooting snot out your nose, or whatever those “Tweets” mean.  Wouldn’t it be a trip if one could actually reduce the size of their buttocks by laughing them off.  I’ve laughed at other peoples asses, and I’m sure they’ve laughed at mine.  I never noticed any reduction in size though.  But it’s a nice thought.

One can even get their asses educated, and become like me, a Smart Ass.  I always enjoyed that roll in school, and also during my lengthy probation career.  Wonder if that’s why my ass never got promoted?


The Vision

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Waiting For A Vision

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Waiting for stuff to happen is really hard for me.  Especially good stuff that I’m looking forward to.  Delaying gratification is not my strongest suit. So I was sitting around one night (January 5th to be exact) wondering what should I draw in my brand new sketchbook that The Wife gave me for Christmas.

I started scribbling something  down, and low and behold, a vision appeared.  But it didn’t appear in my mind first, where visions usually occur, but in my sketchbook.  It wasn’t the vision I was lookin’ for, but it was still a vision, so it counted.  Funny when that happens.

Dripping With Love

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Today I noticed in my tiny galaxy in the Blog-o-sphere, that there was a lot of Love being shared.  Someone got an award, another was just feelin’ happy and content, others were sharing their artwork; not a bad vibration to be found.  So I too thought I should share Love, and let some of it drip on you.

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Okay, maybe I get a little obsessed at times, and when the though of “Dripping Love” came to me, well…it through me for a loop.  See, I’m fascinated with words and how they can sound alike, yet have different or double meanings.  Now everybody knows that Love is something that should radiate outwards and upwords.  The thought of it being pulled down by gravity, is more indicative of Lust; a close cousin of Love, but not the real deal.  Stuff that drips is usually greasy and a tad bit slimy.  And although it may look nice and taste good at the time, it is usually bad for you.  It’s important to know the difference

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Its Time To Draw.

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I think I’ve accidentally turned my subconscious up to 10.  It’s going full blast, and pouring out of my like a night full of drinking cheap beer.  Guess its obvious what’s on my mind.  And whatever that is notwithstanding, things are just showing up in my drawings.

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I am making a major effort at drawing hands more accurately.  Even taken to drawing from pictures, like the above two pencil drawings.  Drawing from life is cool, but I prefer drawing from visions.  In order to make my visions come off well, I gotta practice, and draw from life.  I just prefer the life that is in my mind.

So enough with this practice stuff….Its Time To Draw.

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Pencil Drawings

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