Sunday, February 6, 2011

Throg statue Part 1

I was looking forward to watching the Superbowl today, not because of the game, but for the half time show and the commercials (maybe one day when I get MUCH older, I would understand the game more).

I really wanted to watch the Captain America and Thor trailer because frankly, watching it on a same 12.1” laptop is not as great as it versus the TV. 

This weekend, I picked up a few comics and came across Lockjaw and the Pet Avengers and the cover had Puddlegulp/Throg.

Making sculptures is fun, however, I don’t think I’m at that level to sculpt people (trust me, I tried) so in anticipation for the superhero movies, I decided to make a Throg. Tried looking on google and ebay for “sample” Throgs, but there wasn’t anything interesting. I did find a link where the creator sculpted a cool Throg hanging on a column like Spiderman, however, I can’t find my way back to that link.

Here's my attempt on making a Throg statue.

Drew a picture I saw on the comic:


Made an armature (skeleton) and started to cover with polymer clay (Super Sculpy in this case):


Couldn’t make him stand (especially when the Mjolnir is melting) so made a stand so It looks like he’s taking it from the rubbles (like in the trailer sans Throg):


Throg’s face:


Stuffed him in the oven for maybe an 1.5 +hrs an painted with acrylic:


A brighter version:


Now that I already saw the trailers and that the game ended (yay Packers!) didn’t have the eye sight to watch Glee, so the finishing touches will be done tomorrow.

Stay tuned (hopefully I wouldn’t lose interest and blog about something else)!

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Covered in a white blanket of winter ...

The whole city was covered in white on this cold Groundhog Day. Our little furry meteorologists from both the Atlantic coast and in good ol' province of Ontario predicted that we would have an early spring (thankfully they didn't tell us this last night or all their credibility could have went down the drain).

We were suppose to expect about 30 cms of snow, however it looks more like close to half. I think the gusting wind took it over to Lake Ontario so we don't complain as much. Every year it seems like people forgot how to drive when snow magically appears. Drivers forget to yield to the various road signs, stop in the middle of an intersection when the red light hits. Some even drive REALLY slowly as if a fairy godmother sprinkled her magic fairy dust across Toronto, and instead of getting pumpkin coaches, we get a bunch of grannies.

It's home time in Toronto and it looks like a mess, not because the city didn't clear the upset of old man winter (an estimated 5 million dollars as per today's Metro) but sadly, snow doesn't stay so white and pure when everything and anything is mushing into it.

Well, tomorrow's another day. And for those celebrating the year of the rabbit, happy new year! Wishing you health, happiness and prosperity for the new year! Holler to the rabbits! This year is our year to shine!

(new years post to follow)

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Tuesday, February 1, 2011

How TV pretty much took over my life (and then some) part use

I know I was suppose to talk about Tiger Moms, but I think there's still time to talk about that after all the hype is gone.

It's a Tuesday night, and I'm at home, watching Law & Order SVU. My dog, an American Eskimo, is running around the house like a madman frantically hiding from the big sharks. 6 hours from now, our busy city is gonna be even more busier with 30 cm of snow over it. Too bad there's no such thing as a snow day in the working world.

I didn't have a lot of friends when I was a kid. I was (and still am) an only child with a TV who taught me everything about the outside world. For example, Sesame Street taught me my ABCs in American (I only know my Zees and not my Zeds). I am still cringe when I see the chattering teeth on their old episodes (my mom still taunts me about it). Thankfully, the DQ mascot is only a pair of lips.

TV also taught me not to trust anyone as people always had their hidden agendas to deal with. Especially if the person is too good to be true, they are the most devious of them all.

And the coolest thing of all, cartoon characters never die no matter the cause of injury. Homer fell into the Grand Canyon, hitting each and every jagged edge, and all he had were scratches. Wouldn't life be great if you had the near immorality of Homer Simpson? Do anything you want and only come out of the situation with only some bruise and scratches! I think the world would be full of only stunt people, doctors and insurance adjusters.

Gonna continue to watch SVU which taught me that everyone is innocent until proven guilty (especially when there is insufficient evidence or if evidence has been tampered with).

"I've trusted you for years. What's that got me!"

Tata for now!

Location:Undisclosed location

Monday, January 31, 2011

Neighbours, you’ll learn to love them (eventually)…

It’s always good to have a friendly and helpful neighbour. I think my neighbour is the greatest because he’s basically a jack-of-all trades and he tells interesting stories about life before retirement.

Sadly, when you buy a house, they always state that the house is “as is” condition. I always thought that meaning “unless the house can be physically moved elsewhere, you are stuck in this position as is … too bad, so sad, get use to it because you can’t afford any better!”. I think its funny when you see a house in your neighbourhood that just got off the market, and a few months later it goes back in … Haha, can I blame the neighbours on this one?

Television also depicts the “neighbour” in a variety of ways. There’s Wilson from Home Improvement that gave helpful advise to Tim, but you’d only see his bucket hat and his eyes. Homer (Simpson) was watching Home Improvement where Tim ran down Wilson with a lawnmower!

Speaking of The Simpsons, Homer (and family) always has reliable Ned Flanders, the number 1 teachers pet of the man upstairs, to “borrow” stuff from and totally take advantage of. By the way, why does Flanders has a beer gut with his sweater on, but has a six pack sans sweater? That just doesn’t make sense. My favourite quote from Flanders is when the Simpsons went skiing and Homer came across Flanders and his fairly revealing ski suit. And the only time Homer need his brain to tell him what to do when rapidly accelerating down the slopes, all he can picture is Ned, shaking what his mother gave him, saying “It’s like I’m wearing nothing at all, nothing at all, NOTHING AT ALL!”

And there are neighbours with all their dirty laundry (figuratively, not literally). Look no further than the suburbia of Wisteria Lane, where secrets and neighbours are never a good mix (unlike their booze cabinets). Seriously, the show is like a soap opera but funny and less people enjoying themselves. All the housewives on the show are usually miserable (Gabby wants monetary goods and Carlos at the same time, Lynette had too many curve balls thrown at her, Bree lost her lover, her company and her husband, Susan …well …. is just Susan). FYI, I didn’t catch up to this season’s episode, so bear/bare (???) with me if the info is outdated.

I can go on, but I can’t. My brain is going “type, type, type”, but my eyes are slowly closing shut like my garage door!

Tone in next time when I try to over analyze Tiger Mom and asians depicted in the media! And FYI, my mom is NOT a 100% Tiger Mom … she did not force me to play piano or violin … I played trombone voluntarily and it drove her nuts!

Tomorrow’s another day!

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Interesting sign of the month…

Hello blog world! It’s been a long while (approximately 1 year and 1 month). Life’s been busy with having a job, but sadly, no social life to counter-balance. And, having to stare at a computer after work after staring at it during work does not sound so appealing, especially since my eye sight have gone blurry from working. But, I made a promise to my dear friend Joan @ Kukukawaii that I would eventually re-boot my blog when she starts (Joan is going to pursue something she enjoys, which sadly does not involve prospectuses or circulars).

So I have some catching up to do as she already made 2 entries. And since technology made it possible for you to blog without the need to sit in front of a computer at anywhere, anytime, this may be the best time to add “express yourself” on my new years resolution (along with losing weight, having a life, and getting rid of debt).

Here is a picture that I thought is interesting and sad:


The first thought in my mind was LOL, someone either had a Sharpie in their pocket and when there was no soap, they decided to write a note OR someone was annoyed that there was no soap, went back to the office, got a pen and came back to write the note, hoping that this would incriminate (maybe encourage is a better word) the caretakers. I hope it was the 1st option because the latter would mean germs everywhere (like we need more people sick)!

My second thought is that they had to CAPITALIZE the word “SOAP”. The note would do as good if “soap” was not capitalized. This note sounds sketchy on so many levels: i.e. did the cleaner caretaker put something else in lieu of soap? ARGH, I use that soap dispenser!!! (note to self, bring own soap from now on).

That note in turn probably gave more work for the caretaker because he/she probably had to their gloves off to remove the tape and ending up cleaning the mirror because of the leftover tape residue and the fingerprints it took to put them there.

Well, its time to turn in, and dream about new, exciting things to blog about. Most like its gonna be a nightmare abut work.

Goodnight blog world!