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Jun. 6th, 2006
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The people you bump into in Claremont...
Jun. 6th, 2006 07:40 pmSo I'm there in the chemists, waiting for the line of people to thin. My eyesight is shit, so all I see is a reasonably burly/fit guy with blond hair, and his equally blond child, resplendent in Eagles regalia (That's a football club for those that are from somewhere other that Australia) and he's toting a high quality miniature football. This should have been a clue.
A dude is also there in a suit. He and the burly dude greet each other like they know one another. Me, I'm not paying attention to either of them, I'm peering at the fake tanning solutions and wondering why one would spend *that* much money to look orange.
I notice that the little kid and the dude in the suit are passing the footy to each other, IN the store. The Dad is there, on the phone, letting all this happen. I'm shocked. I think, "What kind of *asshole* lets his kid pass a football around IN a shop?" I glance at the dude properly, squinting to make out his face. His voice was certainly familiar. Oh!
It's Chris Mainwaring.
I was a HUGE football fan in my teens. He just finished off a pretty nice career in that time, and I'd met him once before. I've always thought he's a pretty good player, and as football players go, he's pretty approachable and friendly.
To his credit, he didn't let his kid toss the ball further than a metre, or near any of the stands. I still would have not let it happen. The dude in the suit asked the kid who his favourite footballer was. The kid says "Cousins" (Ben Cousins). Mainwaring makes a gag about who these kids have to look up to these days, but then he also makes a joke about not throwing stones.
So. I buy my pills. You know my memory, and with the codeine, it's worse. So I'm walking towards the front counter of the shop, humming along to the radio cause they're playing some good disco songs. Okay. I'm not humming - I'm singing. And I know the words. And I'm grooving a little.
Chris Mainwaring is at the front counter, and he chuckles and says, "I guess we're both from the old school, bopping away here." I laugh and said, "I'm definitely old school." Cause I so am. Then he makes his way from the shop with is kid (who is pretty adorable in his little mini Eagles uniform and miniature footy).
So yes. My brush with local awesomeness.
A dude is also there in a suit. He and the burly dude greet each other like they know one another. Me, I'm not paying attention to either of them, I'm peering at the fake tanning solutions and wondering why one would spend *that* much money to look orange.
I notice that the little kid and the dude in the suit are passing the footy to each other, IN the store. The Dad is there, on the phone, letting all this happen. I'm shocked. I think, "What kind of *asshole* lets his kid pass a football around IN a shop?" I glance at the dude properly, squinting to make out his face. His voice was certainly familiar. Oh!
It's Chris Mainwaring.
I was a HUGE football fan in my teens. He just finished off a pretty nice career in that time, and I'd met him once before. I've always thought he's a pretty good player, and as football players go, he's pretty approachable and friendly.
To his credit, he didn't let his kid toss the ball further than a metre, or near any of the stands. I still would have not let it happen. The dude in the suit asked the kid who his favourite footballer was. The kid says "Cousins" (Ben Cousins). Mainwaring makes a gag about who these kids have to look up to these days, but then he also makes a joke about not throwing stones.
So. I buy my pills. You know my memory, and with the codeine, it's worse. So I'm walking towards the front counter of the shop, humming along to the radio cause they're playing some good disco songs. Okay. I'm not humming - I'm singing. And I know the words. And I'm grooving a little.
Chris Mainwaring is at the front counter, and he chuckles and says, "I guess we're both from the old school, bopping away here." I laugh and said, "I'm definitely old school." Cause I so am. Then he makes his way from the shop with is kid (who is pretty adorable in his little mini Eagles uniform and miniature footy).
So yes. My brush with local awesomeness.
Good tutorials!
Jun. 6th, 2006 09:15 pmCreating grass...
Interesting look at how this guy does his work...
Page of different tutes here...
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Do you ever have those days where you look at what you paint and think, "Man, I just totally SUCK!"?
For me? ( This is one of those days... )
Interesting look at how this guy does his work...
Page of different tutes here...
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Do you ever have those days where you look at what you paint and think, "Man, I just totally SUCK!"?
For me? ( This is one of those days... )
