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Today I drew Bolg son of Azog, Goblin King of the North from the hobbit. I have him being carried around the battlefield on a litter made of bones. The next drawing will depict Beorn “crushing” him. Yes!
After that I went suit shopping, spent about $250 (which will be reimbursed by the museum), and then spent the rest of the night trying to remember how to tie a tie. I can’t believe I was stupid enough to take a job that’d require a suit and tie on a daily basis. Where did my poor mother go wrong?
What I’ve said to other people today:
Well, happy birthday to your mum! Mind if I ask why she doesn’t eat cake?
*hands you a piece* There you go!
Shopping
I was a boy scout, and every once in a while we got one of those ‘hiking trail maintenance’ projects handed to us. It usually meant hiking for five miles with about 40 lbs of shovels and gear on your back to a place where you…as you did, move around a lot of dirt, boulders, and brush. Funny thing is, I loved it!
Haha! Well, that certainly bests my sausage story! I know far too well how horrible burnt spaghetti can taste.
Cooking for people is pretty stressful, but fun.
Every year I’m in charge of Christmas dinner. I love it. What’s your specialty?
The book cover is for a Dungeons and Dragons supplement that’ll be released in hardback early next summer. Other than the cover, I did about 55 ( I don’t know if they’ll all get in though) illustrations for it; some of which are on my page.
Thank you!
Concerning scary life plans: don’t worry, just have fun with it. Right now you’re standing at the very beginning of your journey…the best part in my book. Some old author said something like “success is a stale reward”, and I agree with that.
If it makes you feel any better, my college major and life plans didn’t solidify quickly either. My first major was computer science; interesting/useful but tedious/boring. CS shifted into mechanical engineering and from there to economics. Economics was so boring that it gave away to art after only one quarter…problem was that I only had about one and a half years of University to get it done. Luckily, all throughout my fresh/soph years I would find a way to work in at least one art course per quarter, so by the time I took on art as a junior, it wasn’t a total start-over. I’m glad I spent some time studying all that other crap though. Said crap has come in handy on more than one occasion in both life and art. I don’t know where you are in school, but I’d recommend that you have fun, keep doors open, and get as much out of every teacher and class you can. You never know what you might end up doing.
Cakes! What kind of cake does your father like? If I’d have to pick a favorite, I would most likely go with black forest. And no, it’s not because I’m German. Well, maybe it is. I don’t know. In Shakespeare’s England, “cake” could also mean “cookie”. I think it was Toby Belch from Twelfth Night that said something like “Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there will be no cakes and ale?” (try saying that with a British accent…it’ll make you giggle) But to get back to the modern usage, I’d say my least favorite cake would be angel food, it’s a little too spongy. And carrot; too wholesome for my liking.
How did your salmon supper turn out?
Yeah, cooking is a sport that you must conquer one frontier at a time. Very gradual. When I was really young (four or so) my mother would let me take on simple tasks such as whipping cake mixes or kneading dough (of course at that age I was so small that I had to stand on a chair to reach the counter). I think it’d be safe to say that the first solo cooking exercise I did involving heat was scrambled eggs.
Anyway, I just remembered a real near-disaster:
I went through a 3 year bodybuilding phase, and that of course calls for a meat-laden diet. Various fish and farm animals found their way into my trusty frying or broiling pans. Anyway, this one time I made a huge mistake. I had a frying pan standing ready with boiling oil, and a pile of juicy, watery, turkey sausages sitting on a plate ready to be cooked. Now, as you know, oil and water don’t get along at room temperature let alone ones set for frying. In my hunger, I stupidly dumped all of those big, wet sausages into the hot pan which brought on an instantaneous spray of hot oil which stung my hands and face cruelly. Before I knew it, the oil, which was spraying from and dribbling down the side of the pan, introduced itself to the gas burner. The fireball that ensued was one of legendary proportions.. The only thing that saved me was this: When I fry meat, I often wear a pair of sunglasses to protect my eye from stray sputterings of oil…anyway, I got the flaming pan to the sink…and lost my lovely sausages. The moral of the story is simple: treat hot oil with respect and you’ll eat well, don’t, and you’ll be cooked yourself.
What kind of cake would that be?
After that I went suit shopping, spent about $250 (which will be reimbursed by the museum), and then spent the rest of the night trying to remember how to tie a tie. I can’t believe I was stupid enough to take a job that’d require a suit and tie on a daily basis. Where did my poor mother go wrong?
What I’ve said to other people today:
Well, happy birthday to your mum! Mind if I ask why she doesn’t eat cake?
*hands you a piece* There you go!
Shopping
I was a boy scout, and every once in a while we got one of those ‘hiking trail maintenance’ projects handed to us. It usually meant hiking for five miles with about 40 lbs of shovels and gear on your back to a place where you…as you did, move around a lot of dirt, boulders, and brush. Funny thing is, I loved it!
Haha! Well, that certainly bests my sausage story! I know far too well how horrible burnt spaghetti can taste.
Cooking for people is pretty stressful, but fun.
Every year I’m in charge of Christmas dinner. I love it. What’s your specialty?
The book cover is for a Dungeons and Dragons supplement that’ll be released in hardback early next summer. Other than the cover, I did about 55 ( I don’t know if they’ll all get in though) illustrations for it; some of which are on my page.
Thank you!
Concerning scary life plans: don’t worry, just have fun with it. Right now you’re standing at the very beginning of your journey…the best part in my book. Some old author said something like “success is a stale reward”, and I agree with that.
If it makes you feel any better, my college major and life plans didn’t solidify quickly either. My first major was computer science; interesting/useful but tedious/boring. CS shifted into mechanical engineering and from there to economics. Economics was so boring that it gave away to art after only one quarter…problem was that I only had about one and a half years of University to get it done. Luckily, all throughout my fresh/soph years I would find a way to work in at least one art course per quarter, so by the time I took on art as a junior, it wasn’t a total start-over. I’m glad I spent some time studying all that other crap though. Said crap has come in handy on more than one occasion in both life and art. I don’t know where you are in school, but I’d recommend that you have fun, keep doors open, and get as much out of every teacher and class you can. You never know what you might end up doing.
Cakes! What kind of cake does your father like? If I’d have to pick a favorite, I would most likely go with black forest. And no, it’s not because I’m German. Well, maybe it is. I don’t know. In Shakespeare’s England, “cake” could also mean “cookie”. I think it was Toby Belch from Twelfth Night that said something like “Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there will be no cakes and ale?” (try saying that with a British accent…it’ll make you giggle) But to get back to the modern usage, I’d say my least favorite cake would be angel food, it’s a little too spongy. And carrot; too wholesome for my liking.
How did your salmon supper turn out?
Yeah, cooking is a sport that you must conquer one frontier at a time. Very gradual. When I was really young (four or so) my mother would let me take on simple tasks such as whipping cake mixes or kneading dough (of course at that age I was so small that I had to stand on a chair to reach the counter). I think it’d be safe to say that the first solo cooking exercise I did involving heat was scrambled eggs.
Anyway, I just remembered a real near-disaster:
I went through a 3 year bodybuilding phase, and that of course calls for a meat-laden diet. Various fish and farm animals found their way into my trusty frying or broiling pans. Anyway, this one time I made a huge mistake. I had a frying pan standing ready with boiling oil, and a pile of juicy, watery, turkey sausages sitting on a plate ready to be cooked. Now, as you know, oil and water don’t get along at room temperature let alone ones set for frying. In my hunger, I stupidly dumped all of those big, wet sausages into the hot pan which brought on an instantaneous spray of hot oil which stung my hands and face cruelly. Before I knew it, the oil, which was spraying from and dribbling down the side of the pan, introduced itself to the gas burner. The fireball that ensued was one of legendary proportions.. The only thing that saved me was this: When I fry meat, I often wear a pair of sunglasses to protect my eye from stray sputterings of oil…anyway, I got the flaming pan to the sink…and lost my lovely sausages. The moral of the story is simple: treat hot oil with respect and you’ll eat well, don’t, and you’ll be cooked yourself.
What kind of cake would that be?