Ah, god taht rocks.
That rocks as much as if like..SImon and Garfunkle did a folk Death Metal cd called like fucking...uh.. Nailbomb in a Nursery or soemthing!
Ladies and Gentlemen, Simon and Garfunkel have left the building...
The following comment, left on DA on my pied anteater piece, certainly wins the simile award for the day:
Ah, god taht rocks.
That rocks as much as if like..SImon and Garfunkle did a folk Death Metal cd called like fucking…uh.. Nailbomb in a Nursery or soemthing!
Ladies and Gentlemen, Simon and Garfunkel have left the building…
The thing that scares me about the Republican National Convention is, quite frankly, all the “God is on our side!” rhetoric.
I have not learned much in twenty-seven years, perhaps, but I HAVE learned that people who think God backs their politics are generally really bad news. I could cite examples, but y’all can think of ‘em all yourself, and this way I won’t be accused of demonizing.
In some ways, I agree with what the Republican party used to be, before the neo-con thing–I don’t like fiscal irresponsibility, and I’m a big fan of state rights. (A really big fan.) But it’ll be a cold place in a nonexistant metaphor widely believed to be pretty toasty before I’d back any group that’s so big on inflicting their religion on me. If Republicans really were about individual rights, as they occasionally try to claim, I’d be voting for ‘em in a heartbeat. But trying to give control of my reproductive rights to people other than me is nothing like supporting individual rights. Trying to pass a federal law to override states who want to support the rights of individuals to marry whoever they want–how is that supporting individual rights and state rights and all the rest? It’s great that they support owning guns, but frankly, owning guns is not the be all and end all of individual rights. I’d rather own my body, thank ya verra much.
I quite liked the Republicans in Arizona, who were the old-style, “Leave me the hell alone, don’t try to tell me what to do, and I’ll return the favor,” variety. Sure, they had their flaws–I’d have liked a little more money for the state park system–but that was a Republicanism I could appreciate, and if we could get the hunting and fishing ones to understand that ecology is Their Friend Too, I’d be half-way sold. Pity the actual party isn’t like that. If the Republican party stopped inflicting their god on me, I might actually be a swing voter, but until they ditch their “God is on our side, sinner!” crap, I’ll vote for anybody that’ll keep them the hell out of office.
My ideal party would be ecologically responsible, completely non-religious, and all for individual rights. But more practical than the Greens. Half the time I’m no huge fan of the Democrats, either, but they don’t scare the bloody hell out of me the way God’s Own Party over there does. And at this point, I figure that not voting because you don’t like everything about the Democrats is sort of like refusing to bail because you don’t like the color the boat is painted.
Bein’ all Free Speechy and stuff, I will of course leave this open–I have a more-than-mild contempt for those who make political comments and then refuse to allow comments because they “don’t want a debate”–but I gotta warn you–whenever I do these political commentaries, the comments get really long, and I’m likely to miss a few. It’s not because I don’t love you or can’t argue with you, but there’s sometimes just so MANY.
Finally tried out the textured clayboard, rather than the smooth stuff I usually use. It was a small piece, so I didn’t go for anything too elaborate, (but YES, Rafferty, it’s a rat/mouse/small nondescript rodent!) but it was interesting. The fact that it can’t buckle makes me happy. It does behave differently, a lot more like watercolor paper, grabs the pigment a lot more. The downside is that the texture prevents you from getting quite the teeny weeny tiny detail. The upside is that you can get those lovely transparent watercolor gradients, which are hard to do on the smooth clayboard, which is too slippery and you get a lot more puddling.
I’ve been rediscovering my Faber Castell pens, lately–I picked up a few different colors a year or so ago, and they’re great on the clayboard because they’ll draw over anything, even thick acrylic paint, unlike colored pencil. Have to get a few more in some of the other colors–I mostly just grabbed the earth tones. I recommend ‘em highly.
Overall, while I prefer the regular clayboard for my rocks and so forth, the textured is probably worth laying in a few pieces for when I get watercolor urges that can’t be satisfied with a quick doodle on watercolor paper. Truly complex watercolors usually defeat me, but with this stuff…hey, you never know.
See…THIS is why I love ‘em.
(From the people at Russell’s Burrow, without whom “Digger” would be even farther from proper wombat behavior than they are now…)