2009-09-13

Feeling Artsy Fartsy – Art Attack II

Ya'll might remember the post I did a while back about my stint in the industrial arts class where I made the lamp?  Well, my junior year, I signed up for Industrial Arts II, hated the teacher, and along with Kyle Wallace, dropped the class and took regular Art I instead.

The class was fun.  We got to go outside a lot, and the teacher, Lee Henneberry, was a pretty lax grader.  So that was good, too.

Now, I've always been a doodler, and this class REALLY helped out my doodling.  But, senior year, I had too many college prep classes to take to burn a period on art, so Mr. Henneberry and I parted ways.  Too make up for it, I dated his daughter Maria, so he wouldn't feel like I was shunning him or anything.

While going through a box when I moved a year ago, I ran across some of the old artwork from that class.  For a kid who had never held a paint brush, I think some of them turned out pretty good.

Like back HERE, when I gave you the original "Art Attack" and challenged you to show me what was on your walls, now I'm challenging you to show me what you made in high school.  (And yes, Cowguy, shop class is art as much as sculpting is.)

(Confession – Some of these pictures have not done so well in storage, so there have been a few digital restorations done to get them looking right.)


Sunset-Barn-CropThe purpose of this exercise was to practice blending.  We did sunsets.  That's supposed to be an old corn crib we had out at the farm where I grew up.  The building is long gone now, and I realize now, too, that the sky at the top should be blending in some darker hues with a little purple dropped in there, but what's a guy to do?

Originally, this was longer, but I cropped it a little and moved the signature up.  Ah, Photoshop.


Sunset-MediumThis one is Cora's favorite.  I brought them out when she was here.  I like it myself, too.  Again, the sunset study.  Don't know why I chose to silhouette the people instead of putting in a windmill or something, but I'm sure glad I did. 

Parking-Lot-MediumArtistically, this is my second favorite.  It's the parking lot behind the high school.  Like I said, we got to go outside in the nice weather, and the class was an after noon class, so I remember this a beautiful spring day under the blue Central Illinois sky.

Furadan-Card-Motion

Here's one for Cowguy.  Did you have that deck of card growing up?  (For the city slickers, Furadan was a very popular pesticide in the 80's, but is effectively banned in the US, now, nematodes aren't toads, they are round worms, and 'yes' it appears that the corn stalk is growing fire dildos.)


Shapes-MotionThis is my favorite.  It is actually 4 bits that when assembled form three sides and a top.  Go figure I would like the technical one the most.

Here is what it looks like put all together.


Now, I've shown you mine.

You show me yours.

2009-09-11

Outlined Against A Blue-Gray September Sky…

Okay, maybe the game wasn't THAT legendary.

Okay, maybe it was just Nevada.

Okay, maybe next week's trip to Ann Arbor will really tell the tale.

But on one nearly perfect day in September, the Fighting Irish of Notre Dame were nearly perfect, and recorded their first shutout under head coach Charlie Weis.  As seen from my vantage point (Section 105, Row 26, Seat 8), with my back pressed firmly against the wall, this was a team that was tired of having it's own back to the wall, and wanted to make a statement.

And the first half, wow did it make that statement.  The offense moved up the field with ease.  And the defense, while giving up a troubling long first drive to Nevada that resulted in a missed field goal, really tightened up.

After Notre Dame score their second touchdown right after the start of the second quarter, I headed down to get of some pop (I went to the game with T-Bone, Mrs. Ivy, his sister, and 2 nephews).  While standing in a line that seemed to move in retrograde motion, I heard a load roar from the crowd as Michael Floyd caught a pass on the sidelines and raced 72 yards for a score.  "Tell me you saw that?!?!" was T-Bone's only question when I returned a few minutes later with the buckets of pop.

The second half of the game was mostly turned over to making sure that no one got hurt and running out the clock.  I will tell you, I like that.  Some college's won't settle for an opening victory with under 50 points.  That's like a school house on Thanksgiving… No Class.

The "D" provided the excitement (mostly) for the second half with an excellent goal line stand (fumble recovery) and an interception to ice the remaining Nevada hopes.

And since only mjenks is still reading this, here's some sights and sounds of the day in Notre Dame, Indiana.

The band marches to the stadium before the game…

ND-02 ND-01  The Dome really is GOLDEN

ND-05

Scope in front of "Touchdown Jesus".  No, back there on the library, not Lech Wałęsa over there.

ND-03  Let the games begin!

And as a wrap up, here's the band again.

Now, on to Michigan.

2009-09-10

Scope on "Dropping the Soap" (or "Bar Soap")

Soap

I went down to southern Indiana to for a wedding (see the famous photo HERE).  Saturday morning, I was in the downstairs shower, and while there were 8 or 10 bottles of stuff in the shower, there was one thing missing:  A bar of soap.

Ladies, when did you all get together and decide to banish bar soap from the bathroom? Was there some kind of symposium that was held?  Was it an internet vote?  Or was it just some viral fad that spread across the country?

And, "No, the fancy sea shell ones" aren't to ever be used, so they don't count.

I have "body wash", it's a bar of anti-bacterial DIAL ('cuz the gold looks nice in my bathrooms.  Green Zest would totally clash.).  And that's it.  There's liquid hand soap dispensers by all the sinks, but I don't know if they even still work, because there is also a God fearing bar of soap sitting there too.

If I were to need something with a little GRIT for the tougher jobs, I guess I would use Lava, not not some bottle of pustules and slime that looks like the physical manifestation of Vogon poetry.

I normally have a bar of soap in my travel kit, but left it at home this trip, so I just used extra shampoo to get clean.  On the plus side, all on my different hairy bits were conditioned and dandruff free.  After the shower, I picked a towel up from the basket that was pointed out to me.

You guessed it, it was a hand towel.

2009-09-09

So You Say You Want A Revolution? #9 #9 #9

A little number Revolution 9 on 09/09/09.

I really hate this "song" and always skip it when this CD is in.

2009-09-08

Totally Blowing Shit Up Tuesday – W/Cora

Everyone's favorite mad scientist mjenks does a wonderful little thing for us on Tuesdays, where he explains to us why things explode and then provides us a video of an explosion.

When Cora was last here, one morning we were lounging around, and I flipped on some MythBusters.  Cora had heard of it, but had never really watched it.  Earlier, we had wondered if my water heater (not "hot water heater", you don't need to heat hot water) would hold up to the three of us showering in the morning.

MythBusters and water heaters made me think of my favorite episodes of all time.

Note, while they did tamper with the safeties on the water heater, those safeties are only there because somewhere, sometime, they weren't.

So, sleep easy, thinking that something like this is in your house.

(And technically, mjenks isn't a "mad scientist".  He can't be after Notre Dame's thrashing of Nevada on Saturday.)

2009-09-04

Eric's First Comment

Happy-Blogiversary


Eric said...

Gwen;

Forgive me if my STL geography is a tad off, but as I understand it, isn't your neighborhood the only place to really LIVE in STL? Everyplace else, folks is just EXISTING. But your 'hood is for LIVING.
And you'll totally recognize her from that one time at Schnucks...

September 4, 2008 8:21 PM


Exactly 1 year ago, I stuck my big toe into blog world be leaving my first comment EVER on a blog post.  The comment above was posted HERE, on the Gwen's wonderful blog, Everything I Like Causes Cancer.

It would be a little while before I dusted off the 'Scope' moniker and about 2 months before I started up 'Scope-Tech'.  But with both Cora and Candy hitting blogiversaries recently, I thought I would honor the moment that I started down a path that would change me life forever.

I want to thank every single person who has read even a single post of mine, let alone commented or followed.  Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

- Eric

Japanese McDonald's Commercials

I cannot help but think that Mr. Matthew Jenks had something to do with this commercial:

And that God (aka 'Poobomber') had his fingers in this one (commercial, not model):

A little Fifth Element going on there?

Gratuitous Milla Jovovich picture And today is a big day in blogging history for me.  Check back later. Around 8:21 pm Central time.

2009-09-03

My Friend Sass

[Editor's Note:  This post will make a lot more sense if you read Sass's (wow, that's a lot of S's together) POST first.  Thanks.]

Sass-Button-Sassurday-Eveni

We met over "The Shocker" and she inspired me to create the emoticon for it that is sweeping the internet:  ||_|

We bonded over the now former governor of the state and the media's excessive use of the word 'TAINT'.

We bonded over beers and horseshoe sandwiches when I stopped by her house one day.

Along the way, among the blogging, FaceBooking, and email, something wonderful happened.  My "blog friend" became my "friend."

So I will miss her blog, "http://thelifeofsass.blogspot.com/" I will NOT miss out on "the LIFE of Sass" as it continues to unfold.

And that is why I am happy for my friend, as she strides out on new adventures: because I'm tagging along for the ride.

2009-09-02

The Ring's The Thing

Ring As you all know, I can be a bit of an idiot when it comes to certain things. I am such a "process and procedure" engineering type, and I want the to know how others have tackled a specific problem, so I can gather the info, analyze it, and make my plans and contingency plans.

So, that's why I'm going to ask you for your advice on a purely HYPOTHETICAL situation:

How do you buy an engagement ring?

Ladies:

  1. Did he have a ring when he proposed?
  2. Did you have any input on the rings (engagement / wedding)?
  3. If not, do you wish you had?
  4. If so, did you go with him when he actually made the purchase?
  5. Did you just give him guidelines on styles?  Cut? Gold vs. sliver vs. platinum?  I really like "Carol's ring", etc.?
  6. Off the shelf? Custom designed? Vintage (but not pawn shop)?
  7. Set or separates?

Guys:

  1. Did you have a ring when you proposed?
  2. Did you involve your lady in picking out the ring?
  3. If no, did you take a trusted female (sister, cousin, etc.)?
  4. Did you ask her friends?
  5. Did you take her browsing, but then you made the final purchase?
  6. Did you just roll the dice?
  7. Does your wedding ring match hers?
  8. Did you follow the "2 month rule"?

See?  HYPOTHETICALLY, I'll be buying Cora something that she will be wearing on her hand for the rest of her life.  It seems a bit presumptuous of me to make that kind of decision without her input.

I know what you may be thinking, "Dude, she reads your blog!"  Yes, she does.  And while I may be an idiot, I'm not THAT big of an idiot.

I used the word "HYPOTHETICALLY" to TOTALLY throw her off the scent.  Gee-whiz.

One more question:  When you reach that stage where you are openly talking about shopping for engagement rings while absentmindedly rubbing the spot on her hand where said ring would go, but you haven't TECHNICALLY proposed yet, is there a name for that stage?  Would that be "pre-engaged"?

Just some random thoughts I've been having.

So, what's been on your mind recently?

2009-08-31

I Adore-a Cora – Part 2

So, as you read HERE, the first half of Cora & and her daughter Gwen's visit could have gone any better.  But then, something happened.

Most of the second half DID go better that the first half.

MONDAY

"Wake me, shake me, Monday, Monday!"  Hey!  Hey!  It's Monday, and my house is still filled with females. After our busy day downtown on Sunday, Monday started off a bit low key.  But did it ever pick up steam.

After lounging around all morning and watching Red Dwarf DVD's (Gwen's idea), we returned to Quake where she spent a small fortune (not really) on collectables, and her heart was filled with joy.

From there, we went and had some flaming cheese.

Is that a phoenix in the fire? Mmmmm… Fire + Cheese = GOOD!

After that excitement, we returned home and laid down for a little rest.  It was right about 5:00, so I texted the beautiful blond blogger, Ms. Sassy Britches. She was in Chicago and we were planning to meet up that afternoon for dinner before Cora, Gwen, and I went to see a play. I told her in the text to text me back when she got close.  Instantly, I got a replay that she was about to 100 yards away (91.44 meters for my foreign readers).  She was soon at my doorstep, and I had the pleasure of watching two old friends meet for the first time as she and Cora got together.

We talked for a while, then hit my corner "Irish Pub" (it is Chicago after all) for dinner and more conversation.  Three more charming dinner companions a man could not ask for.

An unaltered picture of Sassy Britches Unfortunately, time kept ticking along and we went our separate ways.  Sassy B. headed off to do the work that she'd been ignoring all day and the three of us headed off to see a sketch comedy performed in a rickety theater above a funeral home.

I'm not sure Cora or Gwen stopped laughing the whole show.  People, seriously, if you are ever in Chicago on a Monday night, I strongly urge you to see Barrel of Monkeys.  And it helps the children.  I know what you're thinking: No, not communist children.  It is a magical place, and you will want to stay there forever. (Note: Yes, only Cora will get those jokes.  What's your point?)

TUESDAY

Tuesday, we headed off to another museum, the Field Museum of Natural History (at least Macy's didn't rename THAT, fargin ice holes!) to see dinosaurs and pirates.

And we was a dinosaur ("Sue" the most intact T-Rex fossil ever)

Stay away from Run Around Sue! And the girls even made a little time with a pirate.

And there is even a pretty fair view of the skyline from the front of the building.

Some views don't suck.

Wednesday

This was the day that I think none of us were looking forward to.  My gals were leaving me.  And Chicago even started to cry, as the rains returned to town.  We had brunch at a greasy spoon diner just up the street called Jeri's Grill.  But it too, too soon was time to drive them to the airport.  In route, we swung by Walt Disney's old house on the west side.  It was around this point that Cora and I pretty much stopped caring if Gwen caught us smooching.  Oh, she'd walked in on us a few times thru the week, but when days become hour become minutes, we made the most of them.  At the airport I watched them walk down the long security aisle until I was certain I could see them no longer, and then drove to the cell phone parking lot, and watched my Blackberry until their flight status said, "Departed", and I drove back to my far to quiet, far to lonely condo.

More than one tear was shed.

Thursday

I woke up to find an email telling me about the unfortunate incident that occurred when they got home.  But that's not my story to tell.  Watch for it over at Cora's.  (Yes, I'm a brat.)

But, I can honestly say, by seeing the looks on Cora & Gwen's faces that week, that it was the best birthday present I could have given Cora.  Special memories with her daughter.

2009-08-27

I Adore-a Cora – Part 1

So much to tell.

So little time.

Cora and her daughter, Gwen, visited me for a week.  It was a great time.  I know, normally, I take my time and stretch out the Cora posts, but I will be going out of town over the weekend, and I don't think most of this can wait until next week, so here are some highlights:

Thursday

Isn't she lovely? Bad Omen: I'm late picking the gals up at the airport.  I had a 4:00 meeting, and their plane landed at 5:00.  They were gracious, and weren't waiting long, but still…

Bad Omen: I pick a place to have dinner when we get home, and the food is a little spicier than Gwen likes.

Good Sign: I recover by walking us home via McDonald's.  Amazing what an order of chicken McNuggets and a couple chocolate chip cookies will do for a mood.  Cora reassured me that solving the problem earned me more points than causing the problem caused.

Friday

Off to the Museum of Science and Industry to see the Harry Potter Exhibit.  That was a hit with both the ladies.  They had a great time at the museum.  We also got to see some hikers getting mauled by bears,I don't have to outrun the bear, I have to outrun you!and saw Harland Sanders try to entice a young girl with EXTREMELY fresh chicken.Dirty old man picks up young chicks. The night ended with pizza and more chicken fingers.

Saturday

After a lazy start to the morning, it was off to Lincoln Ave and Quake.  Quake sells collectables.  Cora describes it as "walking into eBay." If you are looking for an action figure, movie promotional item, etc. this little store is the place to go.  Gwen, a huge fan of The Nightmare Before Christmas and Corpse Bride, found a few things for her collection, and a new favorite store.  Afterwards, we drove out to the suburbs for a quick tour of "Scope's Old Stomping Grounds" and to have dinner with some of my friends out in the 'burbs.  And they have a daughter exactly Gwen's age who also loves to read.  They hit it off like peas in a pod, and my friends, of course, loved Cora.

Sunday

Sunday was our "downtown" day.  We took the L downtown to see the sights, and boy, did we.

After climbing up (and sliding down) the Picasso statue, We like our art BIG! and doing a little Ferris Bueller at the Flamingo, Anyone?  Anyone?  Bueller?  Bueller? and even making our own art at Miller's Pub,Oh, like you don't think that's funny it was time for the gals to cool off in Crown Fountain in Millennium Park.

They walk on water 
We will continue this little story later with a blogger meet-up, a barrel of monkeys, pirates, and dinosaurs.

Stay tuned.

2009-08-20

Things I Want Thursday

Sass-Button-TIWT

This is my first pass at "Things I Want Thursday!' "TIWT" is hosted by my good friend Sass at Are You Sassified?  (I would tell you to go over there and grab the button off her side bar, but it looks like she just redesigned her sight, and I don't see it.  Good thing I made the bugger for her then, isn't it, so I had a spare readily available.)

This should be a short list today:

1 – I want today's doctor's appointment to go well.  Just a physical, but I've got a couple of items that are "high" (blood sugar, cholesterol, & blood pressure) and I haven't been as good with my diet recently as I should, so, you know, just hope things aren't worse.

2 – Speaking of health, I wish my friend that I usually call MFF on this page would start bitching about what an ass her ex-husband is again.  Instead, when we talk, it's all about chemo, breast reconstruction, tubes, drains, and her hair falling out.  I want all that so far behind her, so that the biggest issue she's got is that her ex is trying to weasel out of his portion of their daughter's medical bills.

3 – 5:00 – While most of you would agree that they wish it were 5:00, I have a better reason.  Cora & her daughter are due to land @ Midway @ 5:00, and be here for a week.  :-) :-) :-)  Not sure how late I will be picking them up, because I have a 4:00 meeting and It will take me at least 45 minutes from the time I leave the office until I get to the airport, but my love is flying in for a week, and that's really what I want most.

My Favorite Picture, EVER!4 – I want you to listen to Sass.  No, seriously.  Tomorrow morning, go to WDBR.COM between 7am – 9am Central Time, click on "Listen Live" and listen to "Streaming Sass" on Dave & Dina's show.

5 – The final thing I want the Thursday is your patients.  With Cora and her daughter in town, there may not be a whole lot of posts / reading / comments from either of us for the next week.  We'll just be a tad busy making go-go eyes at each other, and making her 12 year old daughter want to vomit.  But think of all the fun posts we'll have after we get back!

2009-08-19

A.W.E.S.O.M.E. ME-SO-AWE - MEME

Nothing subliminal here, move along.I was tagged with this AWESOME meme by the most AWESOME blogger, CORA.  I need to come up with seven AWESOME things about me, and then tag seven deserving bloggers, so that they can do the same.  As a smart man, I always do try and do what my girlfriend says.

But I need to put that special "Scope Spin" to the whole thing.  That's when I realized that AWESOME was a seven letter word.  And with that thought, I give you:

SCOPE'S A.W.E.S.O.M.E. SEVEN

A – Artistic Eye – I might not have any real artistic ability, but I do have an artistic eye, and try to make things esthetically appealing.  I even correctly tab and align my toss away code at work.  I would have been an architectural engineer, if I hadn't turned to computer science.

W – Wisdom – Data > Information > Knowledge > Wisdom.  I have the ability to manipulate data into information, twist information into knowledge, and glean wisdom from knowledge.  That's my job.

E – Eric – The "Eric" personality is deep, caring, true friend.  Sensitive, quiet, and concerned what other think.  Doesn't mind finishing second.  You get to see him around here some, but he's much more visible in person.

S – Scope – The "Scope" personality is the cut up, the jokester, the one that loves a horrible pun or play on words.  Scope is also a MONSTER flirt.  He's the guy that comes out to play on-line, here and in Facebook most often.

O – Odd – I was going to go with "Original" but I think "Odd" suits me better.  I've always been a bit, "off the bubble" and have seen things from a different point of view.  My willingness to embrace my "odd" without going completely over to the "eccentric / weirdo" side (the difference between an "eccentric" and a "weirdo" is how much money they have), I think, is why I am where I am today.

M – Monetary Mentality – I'm not overly driven by money.  Sure I like money, but I make about enough, honestly.  I can do what I want, within reason, have a home, and feel fairly secure.  Money is just a tool.  Not an ends.  I'm sure if I were making 50% of what I do, I would sing a different song, but not entirely.  I was unemployed for a year, and still didn't care enough to eBay my comic book collection.

E – Easy Going – For the most part, I'm Mr. Calm and Mellow.  I try not to let things rile me, but look for the logical and practical solution to the problem at hand.  Being the calming influence is a tumultuous situation can be difficult, but I'm not "the Easy E" because I put out on the first date.

Well, that's seven, and now for the tags…  I tag you, and you.  And you, the lurker from that one place.  That's three.  Oh, and you and your blog buddy, you.  Oh, and how could I forget to try to lure the lapsed bloggers of you and you.

(Note, the above aren't actually links.  I'm just funning.  Take the meme if you think you're awesome.)

2009-08-17

Like, Totally, Awkward Tuesday

[Editor's Note:  This is my first attempt at Totally Awkward Tuesdays, brought to you by Tova Darling. Please head over to her site to see who else is awkward.  And make sure to check out the hover text on the pictures.]

The time:  July 1987.
The place:  The St. Louis Zoo
The event:  Gifted Camp Field Trip

Who is the yo-yo with the yo-yo?  Scope!The summer of 1987, the summer before my senior year of college, I was a counselor at a camp for gifted kids at my college.  There were 4, 13 day sessions sessions that summer.  (We got off the 24 hours from the Saturday noon when the camp ended to the Sunday noon when the next one started.)  If memory serves me correctly, this was either the second or third session (I'm leaning toward third, not that it matters).  The camp was mostly kids going into 5th, 6th, 7, or 8th grade.

The weekend that we had the kids, we went on a field trip.  With this batch, we went to the St. Louis Zoo, which was about a 1.5 – 2 hour Graphic print and a popped collar?  80's style!drive.  So we loaded the kids up, for a day of fun at the zoo.

(Unfortunately, I had to wear my camp t-stirt, not this beauty. -->)

The day went just fine.  Beautiful July day in St. Louis.  So about 97° and 95% humidity with not a breezy to be found.  After a couple of hours, it was time to start rounding the little hooligans up for the return trip.  Just as we were getting them on the buses and trying to do head counts, etc., it started to rain.  Not a little drizzle. 

Cloudburst. 

Chaos.

That's not the awkward part.

Not pointing any fingers, mind you...So, at the entry of the park, as it's pouring rain, one of the girls drops like a stone, curled up in pain.  We got the other kids on the bus, and just left her to die and be fed to the wolves, followed the ambulance as best as we could to the hospital.

And there we sat.  For an hour and a half.  The other kids were wet, getting hungry, and somewhat freaked out.

Kids – Is she dead?  Me – No, she's not dead..

Kids – How do you know? Me – If she was dead, they would have sent us home by now.

Kids (every 4 minutes) – How is she?  Have you heard anything? 
Me – We're all locked on this bus together.  You'll know when I know something.  (Remember kiddos, this was before cell phones existed in their modern form, and while the buses did have CB's in them, the Rubber Duck hadn't sent us a Breaker 1-9 to let us know the situation.)

Finally, word came out that she was fine.  Everything was fine. Insert your own 'HEAD COUNSELOR' joke here. We were to head back, and the head counselor and her counselor were going to stay back with her, and follow us later.  (Still not sure the logistics of how the got back to Jacksonville, but oh well.)

When the three of them came back later, the head counselor filled us in on the situation.

Was it food poisoning?  No.
Was it appendicitis?  No.

Right there, on the field trip with 80 other kids, she had her first cramp.  Welcome to womanhood!

AWKWARD!


And when discussing awkward 80's looks, those of you who went to school with me, or are my friends on Facebook may recognize Scott from his days as Max Headroom.

2009-08-16

For Sass – A Staple Of The Season

This little post goes out to Sass, and all the mothers (and sure, a father or two), who love their children, dearly, but need them back in school before they lose their EVER LOVING MINDS!

I always enjoyed these commercials, even if I didn't have little ones.  I hope you enjoy them, too.  Wish they would bring them back.

I love the look of marching off to "Death Row" on the kids' faces.

Actually, I think she's right.  The second line of the chorus is:  "School's out forever."  But maybe only if the "school's been blown to pieces."

I like the first kid.  I still remember 6922251*8!

(Sorry Morgan, you're the only one I know still in school!)