New Brush And No Bush

I decided to get myeslf a new paintbrush because the old one I had for eight years looks pretty much busted, the brush tip has stiffened and it had turned sideways and it now works better off scratching your ear canal.

I got the old one for about 35 bucks, or something around that price because I don't spend much dough on my pursuit of art. The bookstore didn't have that same brush anymore or even anything about that size or price so I had to go to this other small art shop I've seen before because I swear they should have everything you can use to brush with from their display window, probably even those brushes drag queens use to swipe their faces with, because the art shop is surrounded by parlors run by drag queens and they could have gone inside the art shop asking for one, out of curiosity of course. Anyway the closest they had to the one I was looking for was around 80 bucks and I was having second thoughts about the price when the owner came in and saw me holding it, he started asking me if I paint and I told him I guess so and he continued smiling and asking me questions like where I go to school at. I didn't know what the hell he wanted to talk about and I wasn't in a mood to go talking especially about me and the arts because I am no artastic person who sees irrational meaning in the silliest of drawings, so I just paid for the paintbrush and left. He was no businessman selling brushes either, he could have helped me out by telling me what a great goddam brush it was at 80 bucks but he was an art-man, he wanted to know if I painted and maybe he's going to convince me to join their society of art-men who would talk about paintings over colored coffee. I am no art person, there is no traces of self expression in my paintings except that I was drunk and I only paint because I want to.

Anyway I wanted to try painting over the week to try out the new brush, I had some leftover acrylic paints I had from painting my gundam models and I decided to use them instead of watercolor, it took me four nights and a lot of liquor to get me to paint this.

You could probably see the person I had in mind, anyway it was a good brush to paint with and my drunken fist technique hasn't failed me yet, but I wasn't used to acylic paint, they dry fast especially over an airconditioned room, I have to make a new color palete every half an hour and it explains the different shades of color around his face, but its him alright, new brush and no bush.

Dimes and Nickels

I wantched this movie underworld a while ago, its a third movie in a trilogy and it had a lot of vampires and werewolves where a lot of them were getting killed in a slaughter fest that Im sure made it a hell lot better than twilight.

This isn't about the movie though, when I was buying movie tickets, the pricetag for a ticket is at 90 bucks and a half cents which is very troublesome paying because you always have to have loose coins to pay for the goddam extra penny than just pay them an outright 90 bucks. The clerk said its for charity that sometimes I wouldn't mind paying because I feel like saving the world, in a way.

But anyway the idea here is the value of the half penny itself that I had in my pockets on the way out of the theater. In this country we only have 6 coins in circulation, the first three coins are the smaller values of our currency in denominations of ones, fives and tens, each complete with a dead hero immortalized on its underside, which you might find useful in buying a stick of cigarette or for paying for public transport to get you around town. The lesser three coins are made up of the smaller denominations of the penny which are the quarter, the dime and the nickel, and unlike the other three you'll never find any dead person's mug on either side or find these coins of any use by themsleves, particularly the dime and the nickel because you can't buy anything with them, you could still save a couple of quarters and get yourself a spearmint before anybody notices you breathe of alcohol at work.

The dime and the nickel are about the same size and they have this sort of light metallic red shade, you could guess its a bronze alloy with plastic or something useless to make up for its also useless value, the nickel though has a hole in the middle because they both look all the same and nobody bothers to check the value on these coins if not for the hole, much less pick them up on the streets, you could see a piece or two on the sidewalks say about every 20 meters and nobody picks them up, they'd figure out they're wasting their time even before they could make a penny out of it. Its not even worth buying a piggybank, once you've filled it with dimes and nickels and break the porcelain, everything inside would just be enough to buy you a new goddam piggybank and start collecting all over again.

Anyway, I could still use the 5 dimes in my pocket to pay for the 50 cent in the ticket pricetag the next time I would watch a movie, the trouble with these coins is that they're so easy to lose, and if I just lose one of those 5 dimes, I can't use them to pay for the charity part of the movie ticket, but then I can just walk around a couple of meters and maybe I could just spot one on the floor.