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Aug. 14th, 2008 06:53 pmIf you turned the sugoroku box on end, it would look kind of like this. It's sitting on the worktable sucking all the light out of the room.

I managed to paint around the cart-wheels on the one end and clean up the blotchiness.
I hope - I'll have a better idea when it's dried. I also put another coat on the opposing end and did touch ups on edges and corners. I know better than to attempt to do any more gold-work until Saturday. Everything gets to dry thoroughly and I will attack it when I am not exhausted.
Why am I exhausted? The Olympics. I have to be at work at 7 AM and the stuff I WANT to watch is usually on so late I have to either hold my eyelids open with toothpicks - or miss the drama. Got some diving, got a bit of equestrian the other night on Oxygen before I had to motor off to taiko. Plenty of swimming coverage and Phelps-mania to go around. Good for him. He's got a gift.
I have seen hardly any gymnastics and I swear, I'm gonna On Demand a Generation Kill re-run instead if they run yet another interminable women's beach volleyball match tonight. I'd rather watch First Recon swear and shoot their way across Iraq than be put through yet another hour of women pulling their bikini bottoms out of their butt cracks.
Most beautiful thing I've seen on the Olympics coverage so far? Would you believe the Chinese women's crew team? They had some rowing races on last weekend and the power and one-ness of their rowing just blew me away.
Lastly, I think it is cruel and unusual punishment to watch Anthony Bourdain consume the lovingly created sushi served, one exquisite piece at a time, by 80-something master chef Ono Jiro at Tokyo's Sukiyabashi Jiro. THAT'S what I call food porn.

I managed to paint around the cart-wheels on the one end and clean up the blotchiness.
I hope - I'll have a better idea when it's dried. I also put another coat on the opposing end and did touch ups on edges and corners. I know better than to attempt to do any more gold-work until Saturday. Everything gets to dry thoroughly and I will attack it when I am not exhausted.
Why am I exhausted? The Olympics. I have to be at work at 7 AM and the stuff I WANT to watch is usually on so late I have to either hold my eyelids open with toothpicks - or miss the drama. Got some diving, got a bit of equestrian the other night on Oxygen before I had to motor off to taiko. Plenty of swimming coverage and Phelps-mania to go around. Good for him. He's got a gift.
I have seen hardly any gymnastics and I swear, I'm gonna On Demand a Generation Kill re-run instead if they run yet another interminable women's beach volleyball match tonight. I'd rather watch First Recon swear and shoot their way across Iraq than be put through yet another hour of women pulling their bikini bottoms out of their butt cracks.
Most beautiful thing I've seen on the Olympics coverage so far? Would you believe the Chinese women's crew team? They had some rowing races on last weekend and the power and one-ness of their rowing just blew me away.
Lastly, I think it is cruel and unusual punishment to watch Anthony Bourdain consume the lovingly created sushi served, one exquisite piece at a time, by 80-something master chef Ono Jiro at Tokyo's Sukiyabashi Jiro. THAT'S what I call food porn.