But this is still fantastic news.
Tag: wrestling
Best link ever
Seriously, this is perhaps the greatest link in the entire world that I have ever seen. At first, I was going to actually defiantly hotlink directly to the artwork, but if anyone is really crazy enough to track me down for doing such, it might as well be him.
Former pro-wrestler, and world-renown nutjob, (the Ultimate) Warrior apparently has picked up oil painting. For the low, low cost of starting somewhere around $2,500 (I shit you not), you can get some of his actual work!
My name is Warrior. I am a self -taught artist. I use oils and my only tool is a knife.
And that’s only the beginning. If you take the time to read, you can also find this little nugget of technique:
The paint on my paintings is an inch to an inch-and-a-half thick in some areas.
This information is very much not surprising, if anyone can recall the intensity and insanity of him in the ring, take that, and apply it to him while he’s wearing a beanie, smock, and carrying an oversized pallet in his left hand. Seriously, I have to imagine in order to support clumps of oil paint ranging from a half to a full inch thick, he has to be painting on like drywall, instead of canvas.
And I thought the Warrior said that “queering doesn’t work?“
Ye old fashioned photo dump
I’ve been a bad, bad brogger. I’ve let far too much time to pass since I last posted. But like in the olden days, ten days isn’t that bad. I used to make posts once a month once things got bad. I have my reasons though. The chief one being that the baseball season has begun once again, and that has consumed a great deal of my time. It’s not like I haven’t been writing all these days, it’s just not on my personal brog. Enjoying the exposure I can get writing for a site, I’ve been doing plenty of sports-humor writing over at the site in which I’m one of the authors, Talking Chop. Anyway, if you actually are curious to know the kind of shit I do there, under a pseudonym, no less, take a gander here.
But anyway, in all these last ten days, there have been plenty of photographs taken. Easter Sunday’s egg painting, the Atlanta Braves Opening Day that saw the wonderful magic of the debut of the phenomenal Jason Heyward, my evening up in Lawrenceville to catch the Opening Day of the minor league Gwinnett Braves, and most notably, my day trip into Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, where I paraded around as, and met wrestling legend, Sergeant Slaughter. At a baseball game, duh. Oh yeah, you better believe it.
Anyway, I’ll have some more stories to share soon. I’ve done a little bit of writing here and there, and I’ll take the time to be a good brogger again shortly.
Steak prevails
I’m trying to bury the vitriol of real life, and send my mind back to a place where I had fun – this past weekend.
Photos: Steak vs. Career Weekend
It does feel like it’s been a while since I last took my camera anywhere, doesn’t it? I guess being the on-and-off employed hermit that I am these days, I’m not afforded such photographic luxuries lately.
Anyway, this past weekend was the yearly tradition that has known no boundaries – Wrestlemania. The weekend itself was not too shabby, despite many factors that tried to make it so, but in the company of good friends and family, fun prevails. As time permits, I’ll likely delve into the stories behind the photographs, but for time being, here are the photos from my weekend. Which was good, but man, I have to admit that everything before my trip, and certainly on the tail end of things has me really hating life right about now.