Bits and pieces

[Vixxennn]

lord indeed! and I made everything all from scratch too... cake, frosting *brag brag brag* that it's difficult not to justify eating it. I'd be eating that shit right now for lunch if it weren't for my latent desire for an actual breakfast of eggs toast and hash browns... of which I must get back to tending to.

Oh, you have culinary skills too? You may as well kill me now.... that couldn't make me happier.

 

[shadysmurfette]

lord indeed! and I made everything all from scratch too... cake, frosting *brag brag brag* that it's difficult not to justify eating it. I'd be eating that shit right now for lunch if it weren't for my latent desire for an actual breakfast of eggs toast and hash browns... of which I must get back to tending to.

An intelligent, sexy beast THAT actually knows his way around the kitchen


Ok Y can I get a lock of your hair. I mean I am not some creepy stalker type. This bit of you might come in handy for future use, like say making a clone oe something...mmmm damn, stops talking now

 

[espressolover]

thank you for happening upon me and making your appreciation known.

You're very welcome, it was my pleasure.
Care if I come in and join the group? Are there dues to be paid?

 

[y=mx+b]

NOBODY takes my fucking pencil.

so I got to reminding myself of another little elementary age y=mx+b story while I was editing pics this afternoon.

Way the fuck back to when one is first learning the physical mechanics of how to write--kindergarten, 1st gradeish--I was one of the lucky few slow to grasp (if you will) the concept of how to properly hold the pencil. This of course lead to periodically being set aside to work on my technique while all the other little ducklings got to sit for story hour... whatever... I didn't care I could still hear the fucking story from where I was sitting anyway. My inability also awarded me an awesome little bag of goodies to take home so that I could work on my skills away from class. I don't remember all that was in the little bag of goodies besides those little rubber triangle thingies you slide a pencil through in order encourage proper finger placement.

So... skip a year or so down the road. I'm sitting in class and it's handwriting time. All of us are working on the alphabet... writing on that shitty recycled brown paper that would tear should your pencil be too sharp and smear and tear should god forbid you need to erase something. So all of us are doing our thing...

Before I continue I feel I need to preface this with the fact that I have ADD; wasn't diagnosed until way the fuck later in life, but that's a tale for another time...

So hindsight 20/20 I'm in the fucking zone trying my fuck damnedest to control my physical mechanics (Luke... the hand and pencil are one...) of the pencil as well as my penmanship, I have no awareness of surrounding. Absolute ZERO things exist outside my little sphere of childhood being. No sound, no kids, no humming of the radiator furnace, no nothing... that is until the teacher chose me to do her little pencil check to see if I was grasping the pencil too tightly.

I wasn't.

She effectively slid the pencil out from my fingers...

taking with it
everything I ever was.


NOBODY takes my fucking pencil.

 

[Vixxennn]

Love a man with good hands...

I'm going to have to retract my statement....

I fucking love your good hands... not only do they look strong and rough, they are also extremely talented (I'm sure in more ways that one...).

 

[DeepRedLips]

You're post is triggering my paranoia. Now I'm going to be thinking about how I hold my pen (fuck pencils) while also worrying about those mythical 9 years that I'm going to lose just for using the "wrong" fucking hand.

 

[shadysmurfette]

Very nice sketch work.

Thanks for opening up to us with that story.

Have a good week.

 

[Honey123]

so I got to reminding myself of another little elementary age y=mx+b story while I was editing pics this afternoon.

Way the fuck back to when one is first learning the physical mechanics of how to write--kindergarten, 1st gradeish--I was one of the lucky few slow to grasp (if you will) the concept of how to properly hold the pencil. This of course lead to periodically being set aside to work on my technique while all the other little ducklings got to sit for story hour... whatever... I didn't care I could still hear the fucking story from where I was sitting anyway. My inability also awarded me an awesome little bag of goodies to take home so that I could work on my skills away from class. I don't remember all that was in the little bag of goodies besides those little rubber triangle thingies you slide a pencil through in order encourage proper finger placement.

So... skip a year or so down the road. I'm sitting in class and it's handwriting time. All of us are working on the alphabet... writing on that shitty recycled brown paper that would tear should your pencil be too sharp and smear and tear should god forbid you need to erase something. So all of us are doing our thing...

Before I continue I feel I need to preface this with the fact that I have ADD; wasn't diagnosed until way the fuck later in life, but that's a tale for another time...

So hindsight 20/20 I'm in the fucking zone trying my fuck damnedest to control my physical mechanics (Luke... the hand and pencil are one...) of the pencil as well as my penmanship, I have no awareness of surrounding. Absolute ZERO things exist outside my little sphere of childhood being. No sound, no kids, no humming of the radiator furnace, no nothing... that is until the teacher chose me to do her little pencil check to see if I was grasping the pencil too tightly.

I wasn't.

She effectively slid the pencil out from my fingers...

taking with it
everything I ever was.


NOBODY takes my fucking pencil.

I am a righty, that probably should have been a lefty. My handwriting is not the best.. but I bet yours is..

 

[JessiePi]

Your story-telling skills are unmatched! I could listen to you talk about bullshit for hours!
Anyway, consider yourself lucky that the little triangle guide thingy helped you! I wasn't so lucky, still hold my pen like a toddler, and now have a very attractive bump due to holding it incorrectly.

 

[Onoz]

so I got to reminding myself of another little elementary age y=mx+b story while I was editing pics this afternoon.

Way the fuck back to when one is first learning the physical mechanics of how to write--kindergarten, 1st gradeish--I was one of the lucky few slow to grasp (if you will) the concept of how to properly hold the pencil. This of course lead to periodically being set aside to work on my technique while all the other little ducklings got to sit for story hour... whatever... I didn't care I could still hear the fucking story from where I was sitting anyway. My inability also awarded me an awesome little bag of goodies to take home so that I could work on my skills away from class. I don't remember all that was in the little bag of goodies besides those little rubber triangle thingies you slide a pencil through in order encourage proper finger placement.

So... skip a year or so down the road. I'm sitting in class and it's handwriting time. All of us are working on the alphabet... writing on that shitty recycled brown paper that would tear should your pencil be too sharp and smear and tear should god forbid you need to erase something. So all of us are doing our thing...

Before I continue I feel I need to preface this with the fact that I have ADD; wasn't diagnosed until way the fuck later in life, but that's a tale for another time...

So hindsight 20/20 I'm in the fucking zone trying my fuck damnedest to control my physical mechanics (Luke... the hand and pencil are one...) of the pencil as well as my penmanship, I have no awareness of surrounding. Absolute ZERO things exist outside my little sphere of childhood being. No sound, no kids, no humming of the radiator furnace, no nothing... that is until the teacher chose me to do her little pencil check to see if I was grasping the pencil too tightly.

I wasn't.

She effectively slid the pencil out from my fingers...

taking with it
everything I ever was.


NOBODY takes my fucking pencil.

That's an awesome sketch you're working on, I hope you'll share a full picture of it when/if you're done. Also, that's quite a story you tell!

Your story-telling skills are unmatched! I could listen to you talk about bullshit for hours!
Anyway, consider yourself lucky that the little triangle guide thingy helped you! I wasn't so lucky, still hold my pen like a toddler, and now have a very attractive bump due to holding it incorrectly.

Teehee, by my count you have at least two of them!

 

[Kahlo]

You have gorgeous hands! I also love that you draw in pen. I do most of my doodles and sketches in pen as well. I use a regular ball point pen though. There is something about the way the ink flows from a ball point pen that I really love. lol..

 

[y=mx+b]

The rum isn't gone.

 

[y=mx+b]

You have gorgeous hands! I also love that you draw in pen. I do most of my doodles and sketches in pen as well. I use a regular ball point pen though. There is something about the way the ink flows from a ball point pen that I really love. lol..

I can't do ball point pens. Pilot pens... so versatile... so much freedom. You can bleed them, you can push the lines making them as dark and thick, or you can make them light and narrow... need to put a dot somewhere, you can. Ball point is like using wax. And the quality/consistency of the more liquidy uniball pens cannot be trusted... and they are just too clunky in my opinion. Though Pilot makes some pretty fucking shitty pens as well. I fear the day they stop making their standard V5 pen. Though... I did find a back up pen should the day ever arrive. Turns out Sharpie makes a pretty sweet fine tip writing pen... though they only seem to be sold at Costco... which isn't a big issue. It's just that Costcos are pretty few and far between in this fine state I live in... and the ink isn't a very rich ink. I'm big on contrast and side-by-side comparison of the black inked pens, Pilot simply cannot be beat.

fuck... look at me geeking out over fucking pens
fuckit... I don't care.
Pilot V5 pens make me fucking hard. Everything else is just shit.

though... the drawback is that they do indeed bleed... and not just bleed up to the saturation point of a particular portion of fabric. No. Those fuckers bleed all the fucking way out should you not catch them in time. Lost many a good shirt, and pants to an uncapped pen. And let's not bring up the time(s) I forgot to check my pants pockets while doing the laundry... OR the time I left an uncapped pen lay on the bed on top of the quilt my grandmother made for us as a wedding gift because fuck that fucking burns me and puts me in a pissy mood.

Hell... I should take a pic of the fucking ink stain so you all can join in the fun when I call myself a fucking dumb ass every time I make the bed.

 

[y=mx+b]

That's an awesome sketch you're working on, I hope you'll share a full picture of it when/if you're done. Also, that's quite a story you tell!



Teehee, by my count you have at least two of them!

thanks. from that angle I guess the sketch does look pretty sweet. but in reality it really isn't all that great, nor is it a sketch of anything in particular... just absentminded scribbles done to help clear out my head.

I scanned some lecture note doodles from back in the day... if I get around to finding them I'll post one or two.

 

[y=mx+b]

Your story-telling skills are unmatched! I could listen to you talk about bullshit for hours!
Anyway, consider yourself lucky that the little triangle guide thingy helped you! I wasn't so lucky, still hold my pen like a toddler, and now have a very attractive bump due to holding it incorrectly.

Can I use you as a reference when I apply for a position at NPR?

 

[y=mx+b]

I am a righty, that probably should have been a lefty. My handwriting is not the best.. but I bet yours is..

well... I'll let you be the judge of my handwriting once I find those lecture note doodles.

 

[y=mx+b]

Very nice sketch work.

Thanks for opening up to us with that story.

Have a good week.

Thanks.

so far the week is going alright.

 

[y=mx+b]

You're post is triggering my paranoia. Now I'm going to be thinking about how I hold my pen (fuck pencils) while also worrying about those mythical 9 years that I'm going to lose just for using the "wrong" fucking hand.

explain.

 

[y=mx+b]

I'm going to have to retract my statement....

I fucking love your good hands... not only do they look strong and rough, they are also extremely talented (I'm sure in more ways that one...).

Thank you Vix.
they've seen thing... done things... earned their keep. Looking forward to what they have planned for the future

 

[y=mx+b]

You're very welcome, it was my pleasure.
Care if I come in and join the group? Are there dues to be paid?

dues are paid automatically every time you make the decision to check out whatever the fuck I am/have been up to... as it's a pretty calculated risk.

 

[y=mx+b]

An intelligent, sexy beast THAT actually knows his way around the kitchen


Ok Y can I get a lock of your hair. I mean I am not some creepy stalker type. This bit of you might come in handy for future use, like say making a clone oe something...mmmm damn, stops talking now

no. all clones must be approved by me... they all must go through a rigorous evaluation prior to public use. I simply cannot have a bunch of half-assed me's giving me a bad name.

 

[y=mx+b]

Oh, you have culinary skills too? You may as well kill me now.... that couldn't make me happier.

my culinary skills are pretty limited. the cake was more of a "huh... I never made a carrot cake... we have all these fucking carrots that need to be used up... I wonder if we have all the other shit needed to make a cake." Sure as shit we did... except for the confectioners sugar for the frosting, but that was easily remedied by a little jaunt to the store.

 

[shadysmurfette]

Can I use you as a reference when I apply for a position at NPR?

Can I be a groupie?

 

[shadysmurfette]

no. all clones must be approved by me... they all must go through a rigorous evaluation prior to public use. I simply cannot have a bunch of half-assed me's giving me a bad name.

Sure, that can be arranged and its totally understandeable
A girl can only dream....unless other arrangements could be examined


Wonders if kidnapping the original would be a bad idea?

 

[DeepRedLips]

fuckit... I don't care.
Pilot V5 pens make me fucking hard. Everything else is just shit.

I laughed, which was needed. Badly.

You've never heard of that whole "lefties live 9 years less than righties?

Just google "left handed life expectancy".

It was made popular by a study that turned out to be horseshit in a variety of ways. Reasons ranged from higher correlations to illnesses (which, if you think about it is inherently problematic because correlations are just that: correlations. Doesn't prove directionality of a relationship or causality) to things generally made for right handed people. Power tools were used as an example, but between you, me, & all of the many on your thread - I'd seriously do harm to myself with a power tool due to sheer incompetency.

That's probably more than you wanted to know. Sorry.