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Archive for November, 2002

November 30th 2002

The final result

So here is what I made today. The picture of the right originally had white lines around the orange square but the tape didn’t cooperate.

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November 29th 2002

I tried to fix my

I tried to fix my “art”. Not sure what it will look like when it’s all dry. I’m trying to save both pieces. If they come out OK I’ll take pictures and post them here for the one or two of you who read this on a semi-irregular basis.

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Well, the tape that I

Well, the tape that I used to mark off the lines (and create white areas) didn’t seal perfectly which means that the paint leaked into the white areas and it doesn’t look all nice and sharp like I was hoping it would. I’m not sure if I can do anything to fix it but I’ll see. I’ll most likely just have to throw them away.

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Well, I’m done with my

Well, I’m done with my project. The two canvases are drying. They may need some touch up paint after they are dry but they look neat. We’ll see what the final result looks like once I remove the tape I used to create some white lines.

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I braved the crowds and

I braved the crowds and I went to a store and got some paint mixed for me. Tonight, after dinner, I’ll work on my project and hope it comes out OK. If not I guess I’m out $25 worth of paint and supplies.

Posted by david at 6:35 pm | Permalink |
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I must be really bored.

I must be really bored. I bought a couple white canvases to try an art experiment. I gotta buy some paint later tonight. I’m not artistic but I just wanna make some squares and lines, and if they come out OK maybe I’ll hang them up in the living room.

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November 28th 2002

So far I watched “Invaders

So far I watched “Invaders from Mars”.

After that I cooked my Thanksgiving dinner. See? I wasn’t joking. And it was delicious!

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Gobble Gobble. Happy Thanksgiving. This

Gobble Gobble. Happy Thanksgiving.

This is my first Thanksgiving home alone in years and I’m enjoying it. I’m watching TV (currently watching the Game Show Network’s Thanksgiving countdown to the best game shows of all time.) Then I’ll probably watch a couple DVDs. My Thanksgiving meal this year consists of stuffing, pizza and ice-cream. Yummy yum!

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November 27th 2002

I rant to Wal-Mart to

I rant to Wal-Mart to grab something things I needed, such as Pepsi One. I’m walking through the parking lot back to my car and the case of Pepsi One opens and the cans roll all over the parking lot.

A couple was loading groceries in their car and they say “ooooh noooo” and the man says to me “here, let me help you”. And slowly he grabbed every single can, even from under one car, and handed them to me. That was pretty cool of him. Thank you, stranger.

So I drive home and when I go grab my stuff from the back of the car I see that one can had apprently leaked and there was Pepsi all over some, useless, papers. Thankfully the papers prevented the Pepsi from getting on the actual seats. Phew.

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I guess that since I

I guess that since I started bitching I might as well continue.

Is mullet-man from the gym following me? This guy gets on my nerves. Sweats like a pig, walks around as if he owns the place and he seems to have a schedule similar to mine because he always shows up seconds after me.

Today I changed my gym schedule completely. And what happens? 20 mins later, there is mullet man.

There is no escape. It’s a trap.

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