Year round my primary objective is to avoid all things December, yet lo and behold, here we are and I’m kinda feeling the season.
A fair portion of this would have to be credited to attending this weekend’s annual Paul Components holiday party, at Paul’s Chico, California home. It was a small smattering of family and friends which started with friendly conversation around a backyard fire;
-And concluded with the lot of us engaging in all manner of hi-jinkery, which can mostly be blamed on our run to the liquor store for some additional bourbon;
So that this guy had some provisions for his cup;
Of course this didn’t help anything;
At that point, the train went off the track;
So if you could packed a spirited and booze soaked free for all into a nutshell, that would be it.
Thank you to Paul, his family, friends, home, workshop, table, and floor for their parts in making it happen.
Now let’s get into other matters at hand. A few weeks ago I posted a link to what was then the most important thing on the internet- Porn comments on Instagram photos. As it so often happens on the internet, what was the most important gets usurped, and replaced.
Mary Catherine made contact with just such an example.
Pornhub Comments On Stock Photos;
This is clearly an example of the internet being used for good.
Finally, in closing and because it’s nearly a day or two before Christmas, which means no one is at work, which means no one is surfing the internet, which means no on is looking at this site, I’ll wrap up today’s effort with a story about art that kinda does suck.
First off, Dan sent me the following video;
I replied to Dan with the broaching of a subject that has long been near and dear to my heart, and that is the tattoo on the drummer of this band’s neck.
You see, I’d long heard that he had a crushed Budweiser can across his adam’s apple, with wings spanning up both sides and ending just beneath his ears.
I asked Dan about this, and he didn’t know, but he did reply with this image, which only deepened the mystery further;
After numerous web searches, I was finally prompted to send the band an email to get to the bottom of it once and for all;
“To whom it may concern,
The Fuck Emos drummer has a neck tattoo which has become something of a legend. The tattoo in question is the crushed Budweiser can with wings.
While sitting around camp fires, bars, and imaginary cruise ships, my compatriots and I have discussed this piece at length, yet none of us have ever seen it up close.
My request is this- For my own personal satisfaction/collection, I would very much appreciate a photo of this wonder.
This is not for commercial use, or any other nefarious activities. It’s simply because if I were to have a spirit animal, I do fervently believe that the tattoo of which I speak is it.
Thanks from the bottom of my black heart,
Eventually someone replied with the scoop, detailing that it wasn’t in fact a beer can, but rather an hourglass. Armed with this, I set about doing a watercolor painting of the tattoo in question, which wound up looking like this;
The funny thing about all of this, is that shorty after I initially posted the preliminary drawing for this piece on Instagram, my friend Taylor noted in response that not only was the drummer an old friend of his, but one who he was standing next to at that very moment;
No word on whether or not the band has by now issued a restraining order against me yet.