Monday, May 01, 2006

 

Mountainous Genitalia

Well sound the trumpets the texturing is done! Whoooo! I dumped another 40 pounds of mud on the walls tonight in record time. My wife is back home helping her dad for a few days, which means boys will be boys and I can work the way I want to. None of this stopping to eat crap, no ‘together time’ just work you bastard work! As with all feats of super human strength a good sound track helps immensely. I was able to crank the stereo and keep the bass high enough to rattle plates in the kitchen. While we wuz flying I notice a distinct phenomenon that might be of value to other texturites, song choice effects texture size. Animal, Beverly Hills, Every Time I Look For You, I'm Just a Kid, Stay Togeather For The Kids, Pump It and Perfect Situation all left quite large thick textures but covered wall space like a greased burrito. Animal, Pump It and Perfect Situation all have base lines that through a big subwoofer will vibrate the walls and flatten the globs out some. In the midrange was Stacy’s Mom, not to thick, not to thin but the texture was a little pretentious. Photograph, Collide, Mad World, You and Me, Far Away and New American Classic seemed to leave long wispy texture, sort of like what you would expect to see covering Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel if like someone decided to texture over it. Did that make sense? Anyway a good mix works well, wispy then hard and so on gives you a nice wall. Go ahead, download the song list and give it a try. In the photo it is thicker in the lower right and wispy above and to the left. Tomorrow I hope to give at least some of it a coat of PVA primer.











More of a wide shot:















Scandal and outrage rocked our little town today. Seems the heathens down the way in Thompson Falls snuck over and rearranged the big rock “P” that looms over the valley. They do this every year at graduation so the event was nothing new, what’s exciting is this year’s theme, a giant penis approximately 100 feet tall. I mean the art isn’t the best, it’s a little short and thick but they are all white kids so I suppose they used the example they had to hand. Quite a feat to do it in the dark, and unlike past years they even lugged a bucket of white paint up the hill to give all the boulders a fresh shiny new white coat. This means the enormous prick loomed over town all day today, glistening. I don’t expect it to last, the churches were at school bulling up a volunteer squad to blow the phallus off the mountain. Must have had some limp participation because Plains’s Dick remains unmolested tonight, erect and stoic in the fiery light of the setting sun. God Bless America. The letters to the editor should be exquisite, I will keep you posted.

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