Does a fozzie bear sh!t in the woods? Syndication Wed, 23 Jan 2008 08:52:33 -0800 feedback@ink-trails.com (Ink Trails Tattoo Forum) IP.Blog 60

I'm having issues with my shading, trying to follow sleepy Joes tutorial, looks great on dark colours but I couldnt get it to work with the light colours...
The top left pic i used darker shades of the skin tone and pink to get the shading first then blended over the top with the main colour]]> Tue, 08 Jan 2008 22:39:14 -0800
Just a little story from when I first moved to the big smoke as a youngster


when we moved to the suburbs, I was really out of place. To closed in, couldn't do fun stuff anymore. Long story short, I fell in with a bad crowd.

Our favourite game when we had no money to play "wheel of Goon"* was to find someone who had gone away on holidays, hide in their backyard and call the cops saying we were neighbors and saw some kids jump the fence and heard the sound of breaking glass. Now while we were waiting for the blue heelers to show up, we'd pass the time by turning off the water mains and breaking the tap handle off, and then turning the outide taps on full and doing them up tight with a shifter, or using fishing trace wire to tie from the cars tow point to the letter box, or breaking into the car and undoing the top seat belt bolt and dropping a handful of ball bearings down the B pillar then doing the seatbelt back up and leaving the car like we never touched it (NOTE: I am not proud of these, I just want you to understand what a little c*nt I was). Anyway, the boys in blue turned up eventually and we'd jump the fence and leg it in 5 different directions, meeting up later to laugh about how dumb the coppers were. Now we all got caught once or twice, and got a bit of a boot up the backside and were sent on our way

This one time, at band camp.... well not quite, but this one time, a neighbor actually saw us jumping the fence and called the cops way before we were ready, I was under a car jamming a couple of fish heads in the gap between the muffler and the body when I felt a set of hands grab my ankles and start dragging me out from under the car, and I got this chill up my spine. I knew it, I was busted.
I got myself a very stern talking to by constable Goodyear** on the ride back to the station, and another by Sergeant Yellow*** when I got there. But neither of those could prepare me for the flogging I got when I got home from my old man, after picking me up from the cop shop at 2 am. I had forgotten that he was due back home from a week at the farm. Needless to say, I grew up alot that night. I realised that at 15, I was nowhere near as tough as I thought I was.




* wheel of Goon: A game where you tie the bladder from a cask/box of wine to a clothes line, spacing yourselves around the outside of the clothesline and then spin it. Who ever it lands on must take a skul (swig), small swigs are called by the others pointing an elbow at you (pointing with your finger earns you an immediate skul) and saying "Bullshit!", the person called out must then put his hands behind their backs and drink while the person operating the flagon (wine bladder) sings:
Here's to XXXX, he's true blue
He's a pisspot through and through
he's an arsehole so they say
he tried to go to heaven but he went the other way
Drink it down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down etc getting faster and faster before ending in the obligatory drunken "YEEEAAAAAARRRGH"
and so it continues untill the flagon is empty, or no one remembers the words

** Constable Goodyear: A ride in the back of a divvy van (paddy wagon etc.) taking the twistiest and bumpiest way possible, at speed, with the spare tyre in there with you

*** Sergeant Yellow: getting a phone book placed on you, then copping a few quick shots with the baton, still hurts like hell, but doesn't leave a bruise.]]> Mon, 07 Jan 2008 05:30:37 -0800
You know those loner kids at school? The ones even the eggheads shy away from? That was me. Goofy looking kid, head too big for his body, tall and lanky and looked like I was made totally up of knees and elbows.

We bounced around a bit growing up, heading from school to school, I got sick of making friends so retreated into my drawing and exploring the bush, and stayed there. Now don't go the whole "awww, poor Wokka" bullshit, I liked it better that way, I still do. I can count my friends on one hand, but they are all true friends, who would (and have) drop everything the second I needed help. The "Handbrake" doesn't really get this, being a social butterfly. Don't get me wrong, we head out a fair bit, meet up with friends and have a good night, but some of the best days of my life were spent right out the back of a small country town, with my dog on the back of an ag-bike, a rifle and tools riding fences. I still try and head out 4 times a year, every one at work can't understand why, for a holiday, all i want to do is head out and work on the farm.

tbc....]]> Sun, 09 Dec 2007 13:33:48 -0800