For a guy with nothing to do, I've got too much to do

Last night I told Justin of my plan to make paintings for my livingroom. He suggested I check out the Rasterbator. I did, which may have been a mistake: now I want to paint and use the Rasterbator.

This afternoon I went to Michael's and picked up a three-pack of canvas panels, a set of starter acrylics, some brushes, and a palette. The cashier and another woman in line were impressed with the entire enterprise, but personally by this point I've passed from "impressed with myself" to "cognizant of the foolhardiness of it all".

While waiting for the bus I sketched some ideas for paintings, so at least I'll not suffer from painter's block.

I'll also not suffer from Rasterbator's block, as I've decided on two images:




(I like the rock and roll.)

Rasterbated, they come out to a total of 108 pages. I still want to look for a good screenshot of Joe Strummer from Rude Boy, but the London Calling picture is a solid back-up plan.

And there are still the five Walkmen waiting to be gutted and turned into iPod cases. Busy busy.