Using the long brush with the hard shaft?bounddosster wrote:I use to fancy the art teacher, so if I'd been in that situation I may have upset the table.
Jenny.
Using the long brush with the hard shaft?bounddosster wrote:I use to fancy the art teacher, so if I'd been in that situation I may have upset the table.
and using long strokes, to begin with, but shorter strokes for the final finishing detail.bound_jenny wrote:Little Jimmy is a pretty good artist.
Using the long brush with the hard shaft?bounddosster wrote:I use to fancy the art teacher, so if I'd been in that situation I may have upset the table.
Jenny.
Now I need a cold shower to cool down.bounddosster wrote:and using long strokes, to begin with, but shorter strokes for the final finishing detail.bound_jenny wrote:Little Jimmy is a pretty good artist.
Using the long brush with the hard shaft?bounddosster wrote:I use to fancy the art teacher, so if I'd been in that situation I may have upset the table.
Jenny.
Dip it in the water pot, that'll cool you down a bit. Just make sure it is the water pot and not the paint pot.kinbaku wrote:Now I need a cold shower to cool down.
Notified too late :bounddosster wrote:Dip it in the water pot, that'll cool you down a bit. Just make sure it is the water pot and not the paint pot.kinbaku wrote:Now I need a cold shower to cool down.
Or this one.bound_jenny wrote:There's also paints for make fake tunnels on cliff faces, and some for various fake scenery.
There's a warning label on these paints (made by Acme Co.) that there's a risk that an actual vehicle (truck, train, etc) might emerge from the fake scenic element painted. One might end up like him:
There's also the camouflage paint used by some natives in a Lucky Luke cartoon, to make their horses invisible against the background.
*result of watching waaaay too many cartoons*
Jenny.
bounddosster wrote:Here is an interesting story, well perhaps not but I'm to tell it. It happened to me when I was an apprentice. My boss tried to pull the go out and buy a tin of tartan paint joke on me. I was wise to the joke. "Which tartan," I asked. he had a quick think and came back at me with the steward one of course, (his name was Steward and Steward was in the company name but he was not Scottish), "What are you painting with it?" I asked, " Just so I know what sort of paint to get". he told me it was for his office door. "OK" I said and I asked him for some money to purchase it, he gave me £30 (paint was a lot cheaper back then) and off I went off.
Just before knocking off time I returned and handed my boss a bag I told him he wouldn't believe the trouble I'd had trying to get the paint. He looks in the bag and there was a large tin of red paint, some smaller tins of blue, black, yellow, white, and green paint, and some masking tape. I then pulled out my pocket a photocopy I'd taken from a book in the library about how to paint strips on a wall. I handed it to him along with his change. The guys in the adjoining workshop had a good laugh, what my boss said is unrepeatable here.
I'd bought all the paint and been to the library all with an hour and spent the rest of a pleasant afternoon in the park with my girlfriend and some fish and chips on my boss.
The next morning I went into the as usual cold workshop feeling a bit smug when my boss calls me into his nice warm office. "I have a special job for you," he says and the sod hands me the bag of paint, "I want you to paint the office door royal steward tartan" and he goes out across the road to the cafe for his usual morning breakfast. My thoughts are also unrepeatable here.
I thought he'd got the better of me until one of the workshop guys comes to me and says he would give me a hand to take the office door off, "make it easier to paint" he says to me with a wink. He then tells me what to do.
You see the workshop heating system, a big hot air fan system had broken the previous year and my boss's solution was to have fitted some second-hand storage heaters, there was no way they would heat the workshop decently and the guys were not happy but the boss insisted it was alright. It was alright for him as he had a fan heater in his office.
Now I'd become a stooge for the workshop guys and I did as they said. The office door came off and they all helped me sand it down and I had started painting it when the boss comes back in. Meanwhile, the guys had taken the fan heater from the office and put it near me. The boss looks at me and looks at the heater and says "why" but before he can finish one of the guys says he will need that to help the paint dry. I'm now looking all innocent realising I'd just become a pawn in a much bigger game.
One of the guys whispers in my ear to paint slower, so I did. I eventually finished the red background coat and went on to another job. The guys sniggered every time the boss came out to look at the door and see if it was drying. I got to dinner time and the boss is back across at the cafe. When he came back the paint was even wetter as one of the guys had painted in again. It took the rest of the day to dry and the boss's office was very cold all day, plus he had had to put up with the workshop noise. The guys thought this was great I thought I'd better start looking for another job.
The next day, as I went into the workshop one of the guys, points to the office and the fact that the boss had come in early and refitted his door and taken back his fan heater. One of the guys walks up to me and says "best go see if he wants you to start on the stripes " been an idiot and still half asleep I did. My boss's response is unrepeatable here apart from the last line which was "and you can tell those ******* **** the new heater comes next week.
When I left eight years later the office door was still only red.