Ink

What I would give.. 

Few songs depress me like Shine and Some Devil.. Such music. But then Dave Matthews and Alexi are more god than men that way, we've already established that. 

Goodmorning Zonk. I wonder why I'm so spaced out today, and I'd come to a conclusion with lightning speed in most cases of wondering, but being spaced out makes it difficult to wonder why I'm spaced out. Anyway. I'm not even supposed to be here. The Blog Police are on my trail and I need to move suavely through posts and crouch a lot. I'm even wearing a perfectly crafted dark suit right now as we speak. Pity its getting all crumpled cos of my habit of putting my feet up near the keyboard when I type..

I'm tired now, Zonk. I've worked too long with this one guitar and now that I've glossed it, I wish to god I hadn't primed it at all. It would have been such a smooth paint job but no. I had to go prime it and now its all uneven and you can see it cos of the light reflecting off the gloss. Its unfair goddamit. Fuck you Universe. Chut. 

Dear Zonk.

So. I didn't screw up the guitar, Zonk, not at all, not yet :) Truth be told I've done a pretty killer job of it so far. I'm hoping it ends up even killerer. Please don't jinx me, Universe. 

This guitar is more work than I imagined even. More than 2 coats just to get rid of the brushstrokes and some are still there. I think maybe I shouldn't have primed it. Just unevenness for no reason. Not like I found a spray can I could use to get rid of that..

Guitar.

So I'm not too tech savvy and every time I say or do something I'm not expected to know about, I get a Star from C. And every time something stupid happens a Star gets taken away. (Note to Reader: At this point the Writerofthisblog urges you to imagine a shiny golden star next to the word 'Star' everytime you see the word 'Star'. There are no stars on vox. And I'm hoping you didn't imagine a star next to the last but one 'star' in this sentence; the image should pop up only when the word 'star' starts with a capital S. Repetition rules. My apologies for all the glitter dazzling your mind's eye. Blink a little and move on.) 

Chitrang:  Wat scenes tdat

Tday

 me:  painting guitar

u>?

 Chitrang:  Womo website

 me:  show me

 Chitrang:  I havent designd further

 me:  k

done anything more to the buttons then?

 Chitrang:  yeh dayson did the gallry

 me:  trying t see

is it the same link he sent me b4?

myftpsomething

?

 Chitrang:  Ye but thas sourced from his comp so its not online

 me:  :|

dat must be ehy it says this link is broken.

 Sent at 11:39 AM on Sunday

 Chitrang:  great deduction... +1 star

 me:  condescending behaviour... -1 star

 Chitrang:  Wtf

 me:  bad sportsmanship/no grace in losing..-1 more star

 Chitrang:  -200 stars...cuz i can

 me:  this game just lost its point.

 Chitrang:  Cuz of u

It took me almost two months to gather the guts, but I've finally gone short. And those two months were just time wasted turned out, cos I don't look that much younger with short hair, I definitely look at least sixteen still, so yea. 

Haircut

There comes a time in our lives, Zonk, when we gather all our people and instruct them to have a pray-a-thon for us. After which we go back to being fence-sitters and have long debates regarding the existence of God. Incidentally, I'm not a fence-sitter today. *hint hint* 

For the more moronic amongst you: 

PRAY FOR ME!! AAAAAAH!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

*calms down*

Thing is, I'm painting my first ever commissioned guitar, and this one is a glossy awesome GB&A. Or at least, it was. It looks like a carpenter's guinea pig right now, but that's only temporary, I swear. It will eventually look like a Killerly Customized Guitar or like a Giant Flop and Inanimate Murder Suspect. Cos if it gets fucked up I will have to kill myself won't I. I will I will I will *cries a little* I wish my mother was a carpenter or a building painter. Nobody told me turpentine can burn skin. Which only goes to show how pointless formal education is, considering these are things you learn only when random liquids that dribble onto your skin turn your finger red. Fat lot of help that type of trial and error learning is. I still have whole, normal coloured, fully functional fingers, but that's only cos of my lightning fast reaction time and my inbuilt tendency to put all things freaky under running water. A lesser mortal would be cradling the charred remains of a skeletal hand by now. Which would cause his other hand to come into contact with Charrer of said skeletal hand. Which would char Hand # 2. At which point I'm hoping nobody else takes up the Cradling of Charred Hands..this stuff is Really potent, I swear. I looked it up on wiki and everything, and other sites too, and it can burn your skin if you touch it, or your eyes if you get confused between two bottles containing Very Dissimilar Liquids, or make you dizzy and drowsy and burn your nose if you inhale it. And if you drink it by mistake then I think we need to give you an IQ test and stick you in a funny farm. Also we need to pray you get to this blog before you try to puke it all out cos then apparently your lungs will be damaged. As for your kidneys, they are pulp anyway. 

So you see how serious this is, Zonk. I'm a pretty sturdy person in most ways, but paint thinner is my Kryptonite. In any case, I wore plastic bag type gloves before putting more turpentine in the primer, which Looks brown, and then becomes white when the hardware guy takes pity on you and mixes it up with a screwdriver. Seriously now. Just mix it up before packaging it, how difficult is that? But I suppose there's a room full of sadists at Asian Paints who get their kicks by anticipating vast numbers of Unsuspecting Returners of Primer. Chuts. Screw you, Asian Paints; may virtuous hardware store owners always foil your evil attempts. 

Sigh. 

If only wood was like paper and didn't need all this drama. Stupid Universe. Making things Porous and Organic and all..No planning involved whatsoever. Just make things randomly and wait for primers and turpentine to come along and screw with my health. 

Argh. 

Anyway, pictures of my efforts. Nothing to look at really..looks like an uneven wall or something. But well, that should change, cross your fingers ok?

Primed

And now I think it must be dry enough for coat # 2. Pray for me, Zonk. Please!