Chaos Reigns Supreme!



wish someone would hire me to make pictures all day long.

came up with this idea for the company car, I drive around. looks kinda cool, well.. off to bed, tomorrow will come up with the other side...maybe.


And then, sitting there, surfing thru images, It hit me! TIKI PARTY! a completely different direction for the other side of the car... why not?


here are the backgrounds:

doing some work for a friend...
having fun... what are you up to?

yea, it's kinda basic.. but, at least i am learning.

Here is the dining room, needs curtains still, but taking shape quite nicely.

found picture.
found it quite interesting and ready to go under a change.
so, this is what it turned into:

new art.. found images layered with known images...

so. I was totally geeking out and AADD'd myself nuts, but, call it quickie art, cheep [free]art, some creative use of the gray matter up yonder... but, it's midnight and there is work to be done, starting at 9am! So, mischief managed.

On December,23, 2008
Mrs. Sarah King, age 82, slipped away from this Earthly bond and paved the road for us. It was to be a happy day... Rachel and I were celebrating our 2nd year wed to each other, and, not to take anything away from it, I now share that date with my grandmothers death. She is the third of my grand parents to pass. My grandfather, Otis Jake King, who is 87, is in moderate health, though I don't know yet, till I am able to see him for myself, how this has effected him. I am sad. To recap this year; I was outsourced from my job, lost my dad's mother, lost my dog to old age, had a triumphant Renaissance Festival season, and now, my mom's mother. What a wild ride. Maybe next year, I will get to ride a roller coaster, it has been a while.

Era's cannot be measured pre-time, they are looked back upon, realized, and accepted as a time span. 14 years ago, a little, white, runt of a toy fox terrier became one with the world. I found him in a pet shop, in New Braunfels, Texas while I was going to college in the area. For a grand total of $125, I brought this tiny dog, a few bowls, a cage/crate, and some puppy food. He was so small, and slept all the time. When I found him, he weighed a total of 3/4ths of a pound. He truly was a gem. The shop operator showed me a book on that breed of dog, and he was, because of his colorings, considered rare. He was a white creamy color with some light golden liver spots. His ears folded over and was already neutered, though I would have liked to have had him studded out. I think he would have as well.

I carried him to school with me in my pocket of a blouse I had from the military service. He slowly grew, and had to move to the lower pocket of the shirt, then to my backpack. In total, he went to 2 years of college. Diamond Gem... Diamond, super D, Diamondo, chucha-cabre, and Fred, were all names that he carried over the years. Diamond appeared on the radio show "Welcome to Insanity" as a singing dog. We would hold his two favorite treats, cheese cubes or crispy bacon, and he would moan and make throaty sounds, but not bark, for them. We sat and recorded him, then put it over music, it was lots of fun.

Diamond had a great personality. His eyes showed much to those around him about his curiosity about things and the world. Diamond barked at butterflies in China, and chased anything that came into the backyard of my parents house. He was a smart dog too. He knew colors and small numbers.. and how to read a clock, both with hands and digital... we never figured out how or why.. he just did. He would pick out a colored ball, one that he was told to go find, and bring it back. Diamond tried to play catch.. it was more like trap the ball or chase it till it quits moving. He loved car rides. Not to stick his head out of the window... just the moving vehicle.

In the end, this last 4 months, he had lower GI problems, and was moved to soft foods so that he could get good food in him, and out again, with little problem. We could tell that he wasn't suffering, just having difficulties. His last days were filled with love while Rachel looked after him. In the last moments with us, he looked around, gave kisses and then in one last breath, passed with a heart attack, but continued to be held and loved for many hours.

Today, I took him to be cremated, and now is back home, resting, and watching me work at my desk.

so.. here i sit, wondering if my camp at fair has blown away to Oz, or is still intact, or scattered up in the trees. I wonder about my $27000 worth sound equipment has been damaged, especially at the joust field where it is closest to being in the weather. They say that we will still have rehearsals this coming weekend. My concern there is, if I go down... will I be able to get back. With all the places outta gas, and what looks like none coming either, just bad outlook for heading 256 miles down the road for a weekend, then back again... or not. Will I get stranded? will i become one of the victims? if i dont have a tent... then where will i stay? will i be able to find a tent to replace the one I had? will it be as good? as large? lots of questions about that all. The one that I had was awesome! it was 14ft long and 10ft deep, and i got it at wally world for $90!!! and that was 5 yrs ago. wow! how time has flown. I can still remember being back in the 100acre woods. celebrating life, liberty, and the need for law reforms while playing a drum or kicking back and discussing the world we live in. ahhh... cept for the 100acre woods being fenced off and most of the trees demolished, we still have our back lot areas where those topics will be trounced over and rehashed like no ones business again, and soon! fair starts up the second weekend of Oct. so, the day of fun is quickly approaching!

https://www.reconstructinghistory.com//rh004-14th-through-16th-c-peasant-man.php?s=&c=22&d=29&q=1&p=484&w=21

found this gem yesterday... they have a whole line.. think im gonna have to check into all this some more.

Ike has made a turn north and is heading to Houston! oh yea! well... ya'll have fun with that. As for me, well... even this dyed in the wool brave heart won't be fending off any long term rain squall. Since I can't really perform my job, due to mud, electronics, and water... not a good mix what so ever... I have decided not to pursue a TRF rehearsal weekend. While yes, it would be fun to go, get soaking wet, roll around in the mud, hang out with friends and play music all weekend, that isn't productive and in the end, would just cost me more $ than I really need to be spending. Stephen headed up here last night from Passadina, and is surfing the couch for the weekend. Rachels mom came up a few days ago and yesterday got a job. She would have been up here anyhow with this storm, but in getting a job, will be here a while longer so she can get a few checks under her. As for me and the job hunt... i go thru the paces of sending in resumes. I have had a total of 2 interviews since march... nothing more or less... even though I have put in well over 1000 resumes. oh well, guess i will jump on the band wagon and blame the economy, recession, global warming, people with nipple piercings, and grackles (black noisy poop on everything swarm in masses). bout it on that front, will update as more info becomes available.

oh boy.. Im excited.

So... I don't know if i am going to go down to faire this weeekend to work on the Falconers stage or not, least that is the one that we have slated to "finish" this weekend...

Joust - with 1 amp in the shop, other wise that stage is ready. over 10,000Watts of speaker power.. 3 stage, mics 5 wireless, horses, knights, maidens, and a bunch of mud! weeee fun!

The Odeon, yea, like that takes alot of time to put together, hard thing there is the speakers in the walls... fighting weeds, skeeters, and hornets. fun.

Sea Devil Pub - YEAH! we got to move the speakers into the "windows of the house, where I wanted them 6 yrs ago"!!! that is done and wrapped up, just have to add wireless units for the actors.

Castle Stage... gawohd will you please tear down this ugly old falling apart, sad site set for a stage!!! peavey unit (600W) and a couple speakers.. cheep wireless units for the acts here and were done.

Globe Stage... um... see castle stage... same same all the way around.

Front Gate / Dragonslayer - this one is gonna be fun. We are gonna have to move a whole system, into "the room" hehe... well, for Mike, things could be worse?!!!


bout it from the Relms of New Market City.

your sound guy
~Sir Basic

I'm going to smile like nothings wrong,
talk like everything is perfect,
act like it's all a dream,
and pretend it's not hurting me.

been mulling over this picture... have not come up with a piece of the story for it yet, but it will fit in there somewhere, bout this time in my process that i start working up a new picture, things seem to happen better that way, usually work on 3 at a time and something surfaces. as to a question i got on the blogsite, (if you post there, it's moderated, i do answer them, and unless it is totally freekin cute, it will not appear there.) other than the 'cover', which is the first picture - scroll down till you get to the end, which is the beginning... the pages are not in order, yet. and, some of the pages i develop, may be, in the editing, used for other things, other ways, someplace else... but your getting to see them as they happen, in the order that they happen in, my gift to those of you who care. Anyhow, thanks for the support and kind words... now it is back to photoshop, surfing the net, and copy/paste oblivion!

http://therabbitstail.blogspot.com

-Chris

NEW STUFF! send me a message, and I will give you the details on how you can be wearing one of these nifty BubbaGoth T-shirts!

Thanks!

So, I sit here yet another day, plugging away at all of the "find work here".com websites... as of today I have officially posted for 1000 jobs, mostly in Texas, mostly, here in DFW metro & surrounding counties. Last week, one of the first jobs I posted for, with the UT/Arlington College systems, finally got around to sending me a "thanks but we filled that job" letter. That was nice of them. But, not 1.... not a single place has granted me even a phone interview! Not even the jobs that I posted for, through the "work in Texas" TWC site! I'm about to the BLAH stage of this. Is the job market so over-saturated with graphic artists? I mean, damn... 1000 jobs posted for! christ on a cracker! One would think that at least 1 place would grant an interview! is 15 yrs in the print industry, over qualified? I posted for a job at a t-shirt/silkscreen production plant... I am qualified ... I have worked that industry... I have portfolio to back it up... and ... um... NOTHING! not even a postcard rejection letter, and this place sends me christmas cards!!!! They "Asked" me to send them a resume... 3 weeks ago... then I see that job on monster!!! so, I posted for it again... that was a week ago... and guess what... today... it was updated on monster as they are "still looking"!!! I think I should send them flowers with my resume attached to it... GRRRRRR.

oh well... life2.0

Myan calender says May 12 - 19, 2012 is the end date?! Think TWC pay will hold out till then? Ghawd knows I have paid into that system long enough to reap the benefit of that length of time.

Looks like I am not the only one feeling the economy crunch of needing a job.

Welcome
Congratulations on your decision to adopt a Rennie! Many of these fascinating creatures are in need of good homes where they will be loved and cared for. While keeping a Rennie can be expensive, time-consuming, and sometimes confusing, the results can be well worth all the effort. A well turned out Rennie who is happy and healthy is amazing to watch in action. The guidelines below will help you care for your new charge, but they are only guidelines. Every Rennie is quite unique and you should get to know your Rennie's personal quirks, preferences and skills.

Introduction
The most important step in caring for your Rennie is selecting the right one. Rennies come in many varieties. You will find them of both sexes, and in every imaginable size, color, age, health and plumage. But, far more important than their physical differences are the differences in their personalities. Every Rennie has a very unique set of skills, preferences and attitudes, and you need to take these into consideration as you make your choice.

If you have a nervous condition, a Daredevil Rennie is not for you. Likewise, do not adopt a Fighter Rennie unless you have a large yard in which he or she can chase around other Rennies with a sword. If you have small children in the house, you might prefer to adopt a Rennie other than the Arms Collector, and if you like your nights silent, keep in mind that Stitching Rennies are known to stay up quite late, whirring away at their machines, punctuated by occasional loud bouts of cursing.

Food & Drink
Once you have selected a Rennie and brought him or her home, your first concern may be, "What do I feed this strange creature?" Luckily, most Rennies are not picky about what they eat, and indeed, will consume with relish most anything you offer them. Do not be afraid to offer your Rennie exotic or strange foods. They have a highly devolved sense of adventure and will likely at least try whatever it is. Keep in mind, that through some strange quirk, your Rennie will enjoy almost any food more if it is presented on a stick.

Your Rennie requires large quantities of water. Your Rennie will want large quantities of liquor. There is a very fine balance between the two that you must find to keep your Rennie (and in cases of more belligerent Rennies, yourself) happy and healthy.

Rennies are very affectionate creatures, and will often cuddle and love on you for treats. Favorite treats tend towards chocolate or nice liquor, though your Rennie may have different favorites. Recently, several varieties of Rennie have devolved a taste for Sushi, so you may wish to try that as well.

Sleep
While your Rennie may seem to have inexhaustible supplies of energy, they need a good nights sleep like any other creature. When they are having fun, but are exhausted, usually at the end of a faire day, they may behave much like a 4-year-old, insisting on staying up and playing, "just a few more minutes." It is advised that you be firm with your Rennie and insist that they come home and go to bed. It is also advised that this will almost never work, and when it does, Rennie goodbyes have been know to take upwards to two hours at a large gathering. Sit down near the door and have another drink.

Grooming
Rennies take great joy in grooming both themselves and others and can take hours to prepare in the morning. Rennie females, in particular will often need the help of others in preparing for the day. While they may seem inconsequential or frivolous to you, each pin, knot, and accessory is very important to your Rennie. When your Rennie is being slow in the morning, exhortations of "Hurry up!" will not speed matters along. "What can I hold/tie/pin/ pull/lace? " will work much more efficiently.

That being said, by the end of that self-same day, your Rennie may be unrecognizably dirty, disheveled and grungy, though likely quite happy. While Rennies appreciate and enjoy a shower or bath every day, like sleep, this is not always something they feel is required. If your Rennie shows no inclination to bathe after a long day, helping them undress and drawing a bath or starting the shower for them may encourage them to get clean.

Please note that your Rennie will take great joy in all their clothing and accessories, and will constantly want to be adding to the horde. Every once in a while, please go through all your Rennies "garb" with them and help them to let go of pieces they no longer wear. Promising to donate the pieces to another Rennie will help ease the pain of separation, as will offering to replace it with something the Rennie likes better. New garb can work as a treat even better than chocolate or liquor.

Under no circumstances get rid of anything from a Rennies garb without their knowledge and permission unless you want your sweet happy Rennie to instantly transform into Furious Rabid Fighter Rennie and attempt to take of your head.

Communicating with Your Rennie
Rennies are extremely intelligent, and will likely understand everything you say, possibly in several languages. It is far more likely that you will not understand your Rennie when they are speaking in BFA, Gaelic, Romany or some other obscure or not so obscure language. Also, they can get quite animated when speaking about their favorite hobbies or most history. The correct response to almost anything from, "I can't do French seams in the gussets in that camica because the twill is too thick to turn twice," to "Henry VIII and Cardinal Richelieu weren't even alive at the same time, and France and England were at war in 1620! They can't put the Musketeers in England!!!!" is a nodding of the head and saying, "Yes, yes, of course."

There are two terms your Rennie may use frequently that you will need to be familiar with right off. The first is a loud exclamation of "HUZZAH!" This is a Rennie sound of joy and excitement, something you wish to hear often. The second is "privy." Your Rennie is asking where the bathroom is, and you'd best show them quickly unless you want to be cleaning up Rennie messes. Eliminating in garb can be a difficult and time consuming process.

All other terms can usually be picked up with familiarity.

Your Rennie and Play
Rennies have a highly devoloped sense of play and will often play any opportunity they get. The idea of what is play varies greatly from one Rennie to the next, though they will almost always be happier to play in groups. Some may enjoy contact juggling, some fencing, some equestrian pursuits, some computer games. However nearly all Rennies, whether or not they are skilled, thoroughly enjoy the arts of Music and Flirting. Given a good tune and the opportunity to sing, stomp or clap along, most Rennies will be quite happy. Likewise, what may seem to the untrained observer as heavy duty sexual harassment is usually two Rennies who have missed each other's company greeting one another. Unless your Rennie looks truly upset, it is better to leave him or her alone in these situations. See more under the Breeding section.

Your Rennie also loves toys. Amongst Rennies, favored toys may be sharp, shiny, pointy, sparkly, made of wood, leather, metal, pottery or fur. Get to know your Rennie to discover his or her particular preferences.

Illness, Injury, and Keeping Your Rennie Healthy
For some reason not yet determined by modern science, Rennies seem to have a slightly greater concentration of diseases, which range from irritating to debilitating, than those not of the breed. Common ailments can include hypoglycemia, fibromyalgia, MS, diabetes, osteoporosis and a range of bum knees, trick elbows and the like. These will likely only slow your Rennie down, not stop them completely. Your Rennie and others around him or her are usually well advised on the maladies in the group and will band together to take care of one of their number that is ill or injured, so that they can all return to the fun as soon as possible.

An injured Rennie is for some reason fairly happy. They do like to show off gruesome scars and talk about their gory wounds. Should your Rennie become injured, your best course of action is to simply dress the wound, give them a drink of water and then your Rennie will go back to whatever it was doing. Except in the cases of extreme injury, they tend to be a hardy breed.

To keep your Rennie as healthy as possible, make sure that he or she drinks plenty of water, gets lots of rest and exercise and limit their consumption of fried food on a stick. Keep the supplies for dealing with heat stroke, sunburn, dehydration and hypothermia on hand, as these are the most frequent complaints. Make your Rennie wear sunscreen. He or she will protest this. Make them do it anyway. Make them reapply frequently and when they get burned anyway, make them put on Aloe gel. They will protest this as well. Insist. While Rennies are extremely intelligent, sometimes they're not very smart.

Breeding your Rennie
Nearly all Rennies love children, whether or not they have one of their own. They like to play with children, talk to children and show children things that interest them as adults. The adult Rennies overdeveloped sense of play makes them perfect companions for children, barring a tendency amongst the entire breed to curse. A Rennie child very nearly is raised by a village and may have dozens of Aunties and Uncles not related to them by blood scattered all over the continent.

Despite decades of observation by many interested parties, no one has yet determined a successful program for breeding Rennies. Their sense of high drama, passionate natures, and overly affectionate friendships have clouded the issue so deeply that it is still a mystery how they manage to breed at all. So, should you wish to breed your Rennie, it is suggested that you adopt an already mated pair. Even that is no guarantee of success.

You Rennie may have its own ideas about breeding. The best course of action to take should this happen is to stand back and observe your Rennie closely. In the event of a heartbreak step in and feed your Rennie his or her favorite treats. While this will probably not heal your Rennie, it will make them more pleasant to be around until they find another potential mate.

Conclusion
While the above may make adopting a Rennie seem daunting, it is an enterprise with great rewards. They are attractive, affectionate creatures, who will brighten your life for many years to come.