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Pretty Pictures Volume 2

Well, bros, I gotta tell ya, I don’t have much for ya this time. Fool of a Took that I am, I didn’t think about the blog at all this week. So we’ll all have to be content with more purdy pictures. Hang loose–!!

There's some gnarly stuff at the Galileo Museum.

There’s some gnarly stuff at the Galileo Museum.

I like taking pictures through holes.

I like taking pictures through holes.

DECENT VIEWS from Fort Belvedere, just above the Boboli Gardens.

DECENT VIEWS from Fort Belvedere, just above the Boboli Gardens.

Fiercely fabulous OR fabulously fierce?

Fiercely fabulous OR fabulously fierce?

This is the ceiling of THE ILIAD ROOM in the Pitti Palace... Yeah, bros. Hades looks displeased. DISPLEASED.

This is the ceiling of THE ILIAD ROOM in the Pitti Palace… Yeah, bros. Hades looks displeased. DISPLEASED.

LOOK AT THESE FREAKING FIGS, YOU CAN SPREAD THEM ON TOAST.

LOOK AT THESE FREAKING FIGS, YOU CAN SPREAD THEM ON TOAST.

Excuse me, are you an artist?

Excuse me, are you an artist?

Look it's Athena! And baby Herk killin' some snakes!

Look it’s Athena! And baby Herk killin’ some snakes!

I'm pretty sure this is Hermaphrodite. Getting the royal friggin' treatment from some putti. Decent.

I’m pretty sure this is Hermaphrodite. Getting the royal friggin’ treatment from some putti. Decent.

Horses with fins are a-ok with me.

Horses with fins are a-ok with me.

Pretty normal sight at home; piles of laundry and open sketchbooks.

Pretty normal sight at home; piles of laundry and open sketchbooks.

See?

See?

The Moon is a mirror.

The Moon is a mirror.

The Swiss consulate is a hotel, a park, a bar, a restaurant and a palace? Makes sense, I guess, but what the hell did they give Canada for a consulate? A red and white garbage can? Geez... On that note, I miss whisky and maple syrup. DON'T TAKE THEM FOR GRANTED.

The Swiss consulate is a hotel, a park, a bar, a restaurant and a palace? Makes sense, I guess, but what the hell did they give Canada for a consulate? A red and white garbage can? Geez… On that note, I miss whisky and maple syrup. DON’T TAKE THEM FOR GRANTED.

This is one of the most ridiculous sculptures I've come across... Go on, zoom in. It's a tiger battling a snake over the body of a camel. I think it was fenced off for the good of the public.

This is one of the most ridiculous sculptures I’ve come across… Go on, zoom in. It’s a tiger battling a snake over the body of a camel. I think it was fenced off for the good of the public.

Pictures through holes.

Pictures through holes.

I like walls, too.

I like walls, too.

Purdy Pictures

I get the sens from talking to my friends and relations that they’d like to see more pictures of what I’ve been up to. So, as requested, here’s some puuuurdy pictures… Ummm, chronological photos, yeah, that makes sense. We’ll go in order.

I want to see mountains, Gandalf! Mountainssssssuuuuhhhhh...!

I want to see mountains, Gandalf! Mountainssssssuuuuhhhhh...!

Some unspoilt paint ready to be spoilt.

Some unspoilt paint ready to be spoilt.

The view from Turtle Pond (one of my favourite places... I named it myself. Can you tell?).

The view from Turtle Pond (one of my favourite places... I named it myself. Can you tell?).

Graveyard scenery.

Graveyard scenery.

My roomate.

My roomate.

Some light summer reading. In English though... sigh.

Some light summer reading. In English though... sigh.

I think I'd like my own gravestone to look like this...

I think I'd like my own gravestone to look like this...

I imagine that, among other things, these two discuss politics and the weather. And if the bird doesn't give a good sense of scale, that turtle is huge.

I imagine that, among other things, these two discuss politics and the weather. And if the bird doesn't give a good sense of scale, that turtle is huge.

That's my hand in the background.

That's my hand in the background.

Don't be fooled, these are terrible. No problem though, cause that's exactly what I expected.

Don't be fooled, these are terrible. No problem though, cause that's exactly what I expected.

Lookit them clouds!

Lookit them clouds!

Weeelll, I think that’s enough for now. I’ll proooobly do this again though. PEACE.

LIMONCELLO, BRO

Hey! I made my own Limoncello! Homemade! …well, I guess I didn’t distill the vodka… and I didn’t grow the lemons… and I guess I didn’t gather the honey, either…

Ok, so I didn’t really do THAT MUCH, but I did wait a whole friggin week for this stuff, and with my attention span, that’s saying something.

So what did I do? How did I do it?? Well, as I mentioned, my attention span is only about this (___) big, so I LOOSELY followed Alton Brown’s recipe. You gotta strip them lemons of all their yellow…

Nakedlemons

You gotta use a whole bottle of vodka… (I guess it only makes sense when Limoncello is certainly an Italian drink, but I really had no idea vodka was made in Italy) So yeah, I used Italian vodka. Makes sense. And then you gotta WAIT seven freaking days. Oh yeah, it’s supposed to be 100 proof vodka.

thewaiting

sugarinwater

freezerburn

…Ok, look, I’ll just link the goddam recipe and if anyone actually cares, you can just follow that. I’m sick of typing. Do you know how hot it is here? Anyhow, you’ve seen the before pictures, here’s some after shots…

If you're not drinking your hard liquor out of espresso cups, I don't know what you're doing.

If you're not drinking your hard liquor out of espresso cups, I don't know what you're doing.

Is it safe for human consumption?

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh.

Is it radical?

Hahaha it's fucking decent. It made me laugh out loud how ridiculously drinkable it is. RECOMMENDED. Oh, but I used honey instead of sugar.

Hahaha it's fucking decent. It made me laugh out loud how ridiculously drinkable it is. RECOMMENDED. Oh, but I used honey instead of sugar.

Yeah, bud.

First, An Update

Well, well… Don’t the devil just fool with the best-laid plans… Let’s not mince words here, I am in Italy at the moment and have been for about a month… SO! What we need is some kind of a blog or something, right? For starters, let’s get an old update out of the way…

As for the sketchbook that I built, I had to make a few extra modifications… I figured out pretty quick that it needed a spine reinforcement and something to protect the corners… Now, the corner thing has some pretty rad potential, cause it looks real official and fancy junk. But adding the corner pieces as a last step (or in this case, an afterthought), well, it has some aesthetic consequences. Buuuut live and learn. It’ll be full soon anyway and I’ll need a new one.

UPGRADE

Crispcorners

It's a bit of a bummer to have this weird overlap. But if it was underneath the inside cover...? Oh baby...

It's a bit of a bummer to have this weird overlap. But if it was underneath the inside cover...? Oh baby...

And there was another one of the Active and Contemplative Life sketchbooks that was in seeeeriously bad shape, even worse than the others (Ahem, as I recall I managed to drop it on the sidewalk and step on it in the same awkward movement outside of the Salsateria in Guelph, Ontario), which I also repaired. I figured I’d use a different paper for this one and dug into my unusually large* stock of Japanese papers…

TAACL

Redcorners

Redspine

Looking decent.

Looking decent.

And as for my nephew being crazy for Pokemon, my birthday card is case and point. I love it.

Chandelure is one of my favourites... how did he know??

Chandelure is one of my favourites... how did he know??

*Unusually large in that I can’t EVER see myself finding a use for even half of them, and that’d be after some pretty serious trying. What did I think I’d use them for? Why did I buy so much?? I can’t even guess what I thought at the time… I assume it’s not just me, but why do we do this to ourselves? Why is it so easy to accumulate STUFF. Like, no-fooling, honest-to-goodness STUFF. No other definition fits. And art supplies are somehow the worst… you’d think I’d know exactly what I need and only burden myself with the essentials, wouldn’t you? Nope. You should see how much goddam conte I have. I hate conte.

Blastoise from the Pastoise

Oh man, bros, but I used to love Pokemon. Used to love it BUT GOOD.

Another weird little thing I found while I was going through old stuff of mine (also Gameboy related…? HMMM…) was this pokebro I made out of sculpy. Must have been… *whistle* …four or five years ago when I made this? I didn’t really make it for any reason other than I fucking loved Pokemon. Pretty sure I made a few of these over the years, but I guess this is the only one that survived. I think Dusknoir (that’s his name… oh by the way, DID YOU SEE THE TITLE OF THIS POST?? I am funny but good) was part of one of my UNSTOPPABLE Pokemon DREAM TEAMS. Tremble in fear. But don’t worry, after you pass out, I’ll only take half of your money. Pokeuros, I think they’re called.

Lookit 'im!

Lookit 'im!

Ghost butt.

Ghost butt.

Boring old top-view.

Boring old top-view.

Left

Right

bottom

Yup. That's a Pokemon all right.

Yup. That's a Pokemon all right.

I think you get the idea. Uh, BOO!

I think you get the idea. Uh, BOO!

Now, I use the past tense when I talk about how I feel about Pokemon… Mostly cause I haven’t played it in a couple years, but I tell ya, 30 seconds of talking with my nephew sure as hell makes me want to play it again. He’s always talking about that super goddam ex ultra mega bullshit and stuff, y’know? Yeah, me neither.

…I could have also made a ghosts-from-my-past joke. You know, cause Dusknoir a ghost type. Huh!? Huh!?! COME ON. You love it.