A fireman is polishing his fire engine outside the fire station when he notices a young girl coming down the street in a little red cart with little ladders hung on the side and a garden hose tightly coiled in the middle. She is wearing a fireman’s helmet and has the cart tied to both a dog and a cat.
Playing the part, the fireman walks over to take a closer look.
“That’s a lovely fire engine,” he says admiringly.
“Thank you sir,” replies the little girl.
The fireman takes a closer look and happens to notice that the little girl has tied one of the cart’s strings to the dog’s collar and the other to the cat’s testicles.
“Little colleague,” says the fireman, “I don’t want to tell you how to run your fire engine, but if you were to tie that rope around the cat’s collar, I think you could probably go a lot faster.”
The little girl pauses for a moment, looks at the wagon, at the dog and at the cat, then shyly looks into the fireman’s eyes and says, “You’re probably right, but then I wouldn’t have a siren, now would I?”
Okay. So now I have my scanner. Which means I can put a black pen on paper and make a quick scribble in say ten to fifteen minutes. Then I take that sketch home with me, pop it into the scanner and bring the black and white digital copy into Photoshop, where I get to play brush master and bring the black and white to life.
The result?
Not bad for my first effort back behind the pen if I say so myself. Juices of creativity, flow damn it flow! ;)
Despair — 21 April 2010. Black Pen on Paper. Digital Colouring.
This actually happened to Chantelle while she was happily sitting alone, working away in her office one day. As the uncomfortable feeling of trapped gas slowly rose up inside her, she decided the best course of action was to allow the eruption of this unnatural trapped air and so bellowed out a mighty burp – which of course was exactly when the guest standing behind her in the office door decided to pipe up.
Just got back from a quick lunch time gym session now, and I must say, this is the first time I’ve ever had to watch tennis with the sound on mute! The reason?
Victoria Azarenka.
This 20 year old Belarusian girl must have the most annoying playing screech in the current game! Seriously, it sounds like someone is stepping on a puppy dog’s tail or strangling a mournful pigeon every time she swings her racquet at the ball!
C’mon now, I can’t believe that none of her opponents have ever thrown their racquets at her yet! Or could it be that her sonic banshee screech is affecting their aim? O.o
Like stepping on a puppy dog's tale...
Related Link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Victoria_Azarenka