All kids love puddles, right? Nefarious hates raindrops hitting her, but if she's got her umbrella and rubber boots she sure likes stomping around in the water.
(If anyone has any advice/experience on companies in the Toronto and Ottawa area, let me know).
So I keep thinking about all the different nutty things I could do to the Porsche this upcoming winter… The picture below (which should flip every two seconds) is some minor bodywork, and then a nine degree rake on the front windshield (so basically the roof gets sectioned, the pillars are cut, it's tilted back nine degrees, the side windows are replaced with lexan, and the lines of the car are filled back in). I don't know yet whether it would ruin the look of the car or not. It's pretty hard to tell from this side-view mockup, but I have the feeling it would make the car look freakishly exotic…
I've seen this done before to Fieros but never on a Porsche.
Oh yeah, and Jon and I are doing a little rewiring of the house today to fix one of the many shortcomings this mass-produced townhouse has. I hope my landlord doesn't read this blog (just kidding, I'm not doing any real damage, honest — just want to do a little re-wiring so as to make this temporarily stalled radio re-launch easier). Other than that, picking up some new computers tomorrow…
The one on the right. Four layers of beef. Four layers of cheese. A thick layer of bacon. And I thought the world was headed toward health consciousness… Well, I suppose at least this is going to make Supersize Me II a whole lot funnier. Heh. Crazy.
Monster party in a cave. Drawn at full size by Nefarious (just about three when she drew this) and filled in (no real editing) by me in acrylics with textured and gloss mediums. This isn't my favorite of the series because the characters sort of “float” in front of the background rather than interacting with it but I think it's turned out nicely. I might fine tune it a little still.
I have a few other paintings I've done recently, but those are my favorites. I have a couple of white whales on the go, but I think next I'm going to work on a big portrait piece in a different style, I feel like I'm getting a little burned out on this style and want to build some better tools for applying the paint gels (I'm thinking of using modded syringes probably, and then doing post-application manipulation) to make the process work better.
So I keep seeing projects that people are doing, and talking about ones I want to do (I have robots, monster trucks, exotic cars, toys, weapons, various inventions, and so much more to build) that I need a good workshop space for all my dreams to come through… As I mentioned before, I have plans for an earthship (we had a local eco-architect help us) that I'd like to realize, although with a few changes like a large buried (for aesthetic reasons) workshop.
I'm not sure yet where I'm looking for land, because right now I'm in a period of heavy development that requires semi-regular physical access to the server room… But at the same time, my new code should reduce the need for constant high-speed home access by moving much of my current admin stuff from my home/office machines to the actual server room. Anyway, add a forest and a lake, and this picture gives you a vague idea of what I'm talking about:
I was talking to my father a while back and he disagreed with my self-diagnosis of hypomania… He suggests that my brother (who's a professional athlete among other accomplishments), I, he, my sister, and most of that end of the family are simple adrelalin junkies. I don't know about that, but according to Jon every time I pull out of the driveway he hears me laying rubber both when I start and when I drop into second (and by that time I'm doing almost a hundred and out of ear shot). So maybe.
Anyway, I've been tossing around ideas today about what to do with my 996… I think I'm going to stick with the “satanmobile” theme (matt black on black with red highlights, logo replacement with pentagrams, black and red interior, and so on.
But yeah, to summarize the story of my life: too many dreams.
Better than too few!
