Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Thresher shark and repartee...

A Young Turk sets the coordinates for an encounter with a seasoned, slightly rumpled purveyor of most things almost in focus (the little immigrant peering through life's foggy blur into the future of things).  A jumble of say what? standing in line at the Sea Salt Eatery with catfish po'boys dancing in respective craniums...crawling out from a Cassavette's movie with talk-overs and surprised looks from gawkers and sideways talkers.  The swirl of an eddy from Werner Herzog's Aguirre, der Zorn Gottes and the trapeze artist in Wim Wenders' Wings of Desire...I seem to have lost the thread...the thresher thread. we are...

Howdy Mikey-

Here are the much ballyhooed preliminary cartoons for so called Xmas gift for woman with a penchant for Thresher Sharks...dumplings optional.  First foray is sometimes the best...sometimes there are reconfiguring and pencil gymnastics, modifying and mollifying, as the case may be.  I usually keep fine-tuning up until the last moment...generally in my underwear and under the tutelage of Celebration Ale.  So...this being the first warning of impending back and forth, with gleeful shenanigans lurking around every so called corner.


Good work, fine fellow.
These cartoons excite me immensely. I really like the sense of movement and violence in the second toon. The last toon has a nice benevolent quality, and I think the first is somewhere between the two, an ominous prowler. Now seeing as Miss Fitzpatrick does indeed have a penchant for Thresher Sharks, I'm almost leaning toward the second toon, as it may best capture the true nature of the Thresher. But alas, I need to think this over still. What are your thoughts? I don't think further configurations are necessary; all three are great.
In the meantime, I'm trying to come up with a short-silly-little poem to accompany this. Here's what I have off the top of my head:
way down yonder, my dear
at the bottom of davy jones locker, i fear
there resided a shark, in the dark
who was on the threshold of a lark
when by a stroke of magic
he became a work of art
I'm tinkering with this as I work; if the tinkerer has any tinkering suggestions, let me know.

As for the glass, it looks wondrous.

I looked through a trough of images just now, yes? and agree with you that these three offer enough jabberwocky to go around.  Of course the lines will continue to be fine tuned, eh? until a light goes on inside my cranium.  I like your take on the three cartoons...we will continue to percolate and see what emerges, co?  I'm guessing Miss Fitzpatrick is going to dig the short poem of silly writty...and I'm guessing you are no longer at work tinkering or tinkling in your own men's room.  to be continued...

G'morning, Brian.
After a night of deep, dark sleep, I must say my attraction to toon two is even greater. How's the lightning storm in your cranium? Do you think one of the toons is particularly well-suited to a stained-glass creation?

Gluten-free morgen meine fine feathered fiend-

I'm making a little pollen laden honey bee right now...then it's to the post office, New French Bakery for crusty/chewy bread for this evensong, and of course--Zipp's!  and then...I think I will play with the tale of Thresher's uncanny tail!  I'm going to modify the lines in between no. 2 (your head-nod), and no. 1 (Michelle's thumb-up) for an option I will call no. 1 1/2.  as far as stained glass is concerned, eh? they should all translate into stained glass with nary an accented misstep.  so...I will plan on bringing sketches and glass samples to tonights' festivities.  and don't forget to hit the big wide strum, pal.

A hybrid sounds most interesting, my dear toon-tinkerer, somewhere between the prowl and attack, with the violence slightly diminished and the hunt heightened. I'm all thumbs and nods. I look forward to the prospective sketches and festivities that the evening will bring. I'll be fetching the Concertina-man after work ~ what time will you be arriving at the gathering? What time should the 'tina and I arrive?
toodles and pips,
Mikey's always interesting to throw another toon into the melange, yes? even if you stick with an earlier one!  it's the percolating system, you know?  Tonight's official kick-off is 6:30...plan accordingly with accordion-like maneuvering.  Bee's in the box, and now to exit this box for adventure driving (hopefully no one will hoist their middle finger in my direction on this outing) through the bowels of South Minneapolis....

Well, well, my fine voyeuristic friend.
I see you're watching me through a foggy haze.
Keep in mind, I'll be doing the finger-hoisting if the evening is without Threshers, Celebrations & crusty chewies. Until then, I hope the bowels of S. Minneapolis aren't rumbling too much and, moreover, hopefully there's much merry-making and revelry of the thresher-variety in your layer of tinkering.
I'll be curious what kind of tunes will be bouncing off your walls with this one...

Full steam ahead!  pattern is eager to realize actual glass pieces...let the shards begin to fly ("Where's my safety goggles," he googled with slight smile peering from unkempt tendrils)...

Dear Mikey,

Gray glass is in the so called can...tomorrow the white underbelly and the copper foiling convention!  The snapshot is to give you a rough idea of the process--it's a poor-man's light table with crummy lighting!


Hello there, Brian.
Once again, you've tantalized me with your tinkerings. Crummy lighting included, this looks great. Looks like he bursted right out of oceania. Keep me updated and snapshot, sir, as this all excites me ever so.
G'day and g'luck,

Copper foil fantasy is about to commence--Fellini's Hat Band in the background coaxing Nino Rota.  Then march in place as the solder serenade initiates...segue clean-up mazurka and await the inevitable high fives and bum pats--eheheheheh.  ummm...don't be alarmed by little black dots on a few of the pieces--they will not be there after soldering.

Hello again, amigo.
Has the Thresher waltzed into near completion? I'm eager to see the results of the copper foiling and soldering, so as to procure high fives and bum pats in all their glory. Every update is looking more frightening (and beautiful).
Once this one is in your proverbial bag, we'll have to meet up and drink up (on me, of course). Perhaps tomorrow evening...perhaps another usual, no hurry.
~ Mikey

Hola Young Turk-

I'm baking the eye onto the head...when that is out of the proverbial oven, the soldering festival will be in full swing--another couple of hours, and the bag will be reading proverbs and other exclamations.  Is tonight out?  I have a couple of large Tripel Karmeliets that could be paired with a pizza at your place for good effect.


I'd love to indulge in Triple Karmeliets and pizza, but alas, tonight is out. Any chance that combination would work tomorrow evening? ___ Holly Ave is calling your name...
Do let me know, sir.

Proceed with indulgement ceremony for tomorrow night...I provide the slurp, and you provide the burp!  Time of festivities?

So anyway...the light outside was practically gone when I snapped these fotos, resulting in strange color anomalies.  It should prove equally funky at night as in daytime...that's what the brochure says, hein?

Hello my short statured (or is that saturated?) other words--Howdy Mikey!

I was reading a description for one of my leaves...

...and thought you might enjoy a reference to a swarthy complexion--ahahahah!  Well....where be the Thresher lurking?  are you still pleased? did you hope it would be larger?  are your palms itchy?  say what?  Seems another outing is in order?  Tripel K on tap at the Glockenspiel with Dave Boquist doing the pouring!  Good day...

Brian (short limbs and fierce disposition)

ps...I just sold a couple of bugs and was able to incorporate this into the acknowledgement letter to the customer...

"Riding the euphemistic rail on the same day that George Francis Bornemissza (Hungarian-born entomologist) was born. In other words...they will be on the way tomorrow"

...and a year later...

Of course every commission is different...and they're all enjoyable in my so called book (Ecclesiastes and excerpts from Anselm's Ontological Argument).  Some are straightforward with hardly a blink of the eye.  And some have more zig zags than a cartoon character chasing flies (whatever that means, eh?)!  I'm sitting here waiting (clothed and in my right mind) for your call to action!  Keep the aspidistra flying, and happy trails....

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