clperdue4342

Jan 17, 2019

Buckle Down

Dirt Cup, my first born son, sent me a picture of a belt buckle. The buckle had what looked like a cross between an A4 and a T45 on it; like a jet in a coloring book. And it had "NAVY" printed on the fuselage. This buckle he presented was a custom piece, I could tell by the tool marks in the artwork. And it belonged to a pilot, an attack pilot, to be specific, it said so on the buckle; an announcement at the entrance of his pants. Pilots are like that, they can't wait to tell you they are pilots. I don't know why they don't just wear their fucking helmets full time, walking around like gang of cue balls wearing sunglasses. If Dirt Cup had been writing this post he would have led with that info: "I'm a pilot." That's probably all he would have written, and if I asked why, he would say, "what else needs to be said?" They're all insulting, arrogant drunks.

But I digress...

The belt buckle.
He wanted something of a similar design to the picture he sent me, a belt buckle custom to his profession. Well, Dirt Cup is a Marine and he doesn't fly a coloring book jet. And he didn't want any of that Navy shit on his buckle. But he definitely wants the part about being an attack pilot (*shotguns beer*throws can at girl*). So I came up with this:

The top ribbon on the buckle will have the term "DIRT CUP" embossed and centered. The bottom ribbon will have embossed "ATTACK PILOT". I'm assuming if Dirt Cup meets a midget and they didn't notice the fucking helmet on his fat head, they can look to his belt buckle and know this guy is about to shotgun a beer and throw the can .

Bonus movie opening:

INT. BAR:

Shitty disco music plays over loud speakers. The bar is packed with a noisy, mingling crowd. Lots of Filipino women and dumpy sailors mill about. DIRT CUP leans against the bar with a long neck beer bottle dangling from his hand. A GIRL slips up to the bar to order a drink.

DIRT CUP
I'm DIRT CUP.

New Year

Mid way through 2018 I quit the news; I threw that shit away. It's nothing more than unimportant gossip and frivolous screeching "LOOK! LOOK! LOOK WHAT HE SAID! LOOK WHAT HE DID! COVFEFE!!". I still read headlines daily (so you better make them count), but I recognize there's nothing of import; nothing of real substance; the whole process takes me five minutes. Biggest news of 2018? The fed coming off of that prime rate of zero(ish) percent life support it's been on for a decade. The economy is fucking roaring. But you have to look for that news; it doesn't lead despite it's importance. Beyond that its just unbridled, hate, excessive admiration, and an army of attention whores.

*Hang with me. I'm going somewhere with this.

I remember when I first got on facebook. I was blown away. In the year leading up to facebook, if you asked me how many people I know I would have guessed forty, maybe fifty. Well it turns out I know about ten times that many. I actually know them. Grade school, Marines, college, work in Los Angeles, Memphis, Austin; I have facebook friends from every phase of my life. In the beginning I was overwhelmed. Well now I'm underwhelmed. I'm glad I made some connections, and not so glad about others (there's a cat-killer lurking there and I had almost overcome that horrible event). Now that platform is a distraction. In fact, all of them are distractions. And news that I loathe to hear sneaks in at me through social media. I don't want it. So I'm throwing that shit away too.

It's a new year. I'm going to read more books, draw more shitty cartoons, write more uninteresting, self-serving diatribes that no one reads, build more furniture. I'm going to watch more Netflix and Hulu. I'm going to ride my bike. I'm not going to stare at my phone; the screen is dark right now and I can see that greasy, single-finger swipe running right down the middle of it. You can look at your phone if you want to, but if you do it while you're sitting across from me, I'll fart in my hand and throw it at your face.

cp

Nov 30, 2018

Flies and Soup

So, what now?

cp

Aug 17, 2018

BRB

I have another project to attend to. No, it's not the wall unit from last week (Wifey has a sad), but the job I took on will pay for that wall unit and then some (Daddy has a happy). Also I have a deadline and a lot of work to do. So I'm sending Farty McFly on sabbatical. Don't worry, he'll be back.

In the meantime I'll post snippets of the woodwork here.

Cheers,
cp

Aug 10, 2018

East Wall Cabinet

Cartoons are only part of it. I said so in the beginning. This is the "doer of stuff" category.

Some years ago (2015), I built a cabinet on the north wall of my living room. I was to start immediately on the cabinet to fit on the adjacent wall. Three years feels immediate enough.

Modern building tools have allowed me to model this project and make my mistakes without cost. The first step is to build it to spec in sketchup, which is what you're looking at above. It's actually built to scale! So now I disassemble the cabinet and lay it on ePlywood to determine what building supplies I need to buy.

Stay tuned!