Seeking Amateur Airbrush Artist in Alpharetta Area
CaptW...@gmail.com
to provide a supercool custom paint job for a computer case.
I am willing to pay a reasonable price (we'll talk) and would
like to see some samples of your airbrush work.
kstahl
Just how amateur do you want? I've never used an airbrush before but I'm
willing to learn.
John Y. Iselin
Hunter is calling you Stall.
You only need to take a small step.
CaptW...@gmail.com
kstahl wrote:
> Just how amateur do you want? I've never used an airbrush before but
I'm
> willing to learn.
Not that amateur. I'm looking for samples of previous
work that will show one's talent. Perhaps I should have
stated pro-amateur or part-time professional.
Thanks for the reply in any case.
kstahl
>That is actually hilarious.
>Hunter is calling me.
>I only need to take a small step.
>
>
>
SATURNINUS No, Titus, no; the emperor needs her not,
Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock:
I'll trust, by leisure, him that mocks me once;
Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons,
Confederates all thus to dishonour me.
Was there none else in Rome to make a stale,
But Saturnine? Full well, Andronicus,
Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine,
That said'st I begg'd the empire at thy hands.
TITUS ANDRONICUS O monstrous! what reproachful words are these?
SATURNINUS But go thy ways; go, give that changing piece
To him that flourish'd for her with his sword
A valiant son-in-law thou shalt enjoy;
One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons,
To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome.
TITUS ANDRONICUS These words are razors to my wounded heart.
SATURNINUS And therefore, lovely Tamora, queen of Goths,
That like the stately Phoebe 'mongst her nymphs
Dost overshine the gallant'st dames of Rome,
If thou be pleased with this my sudden choice,
Behold, I choose thee, Tamora, for my bride,
And will create thee empress of Rome,
Speak, Queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my choice?
And here I swear by all the Roman gods,
Sith priest and holy water are so near
And tapers burn so bright and every thing
In readiness for Hymenaeus stand,
I will not re-salute the streets of Rome,
Or climb my palace, till from forth this place
I lead espoused my bride along with me.
TAMORA And here, in sight of heaven, to Rome I swear,
If Saturnine advance the Queen of Goths,
She will a handmaid be to his desires,
A loving nurse, a mother to his youth.
SATURNINUS Ascend, fair queen, Pantheon. Lords, accompany
Your noble emperor and his lovely bride,
Sent by the heavens for Prince Saturnine,
Whose wisdom hath her fortune conquered:
There shall we consummate our spousal rites.
-Shakespere (Titus Andronicus)
kstahl
John Y. Iselin
Make us really laugh...
Post a pic of yourself, kornholer.
I bet you make TToyd Packer look like Brad Pitt.
kstahl
>Everybody "gets" your "humor", Ken - they just can't quite bring themselves to laugh.
>I can make everyone really laugh...
>I'll post a pic of my myself since I am a kornholer.
>I want to make Buster Keaton look like Brad Pitt.
>
>
>
SCENE III The English camp.
[Enter GLOUCESTER, BEDFORD, EXETER, ERPINGHAM, with
all his host: SALISBURY and WESTMORELAND]
GLOUCESTER Where is the king?
BEDFORD The king himself is rode to view their battle.
WESTMORELAND Of fighting men they have full three score thousand.
EXETER There's five to one; besides, they all are fresh.
SALISBURY God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful odds.
God be wi' you, princes all; I'll to my charge:
If we no more meet till we meet in heaven,
Then, joyfully, my noble Lord of Bedford,
My dear Lord Gloucester, and my good Lord Exeter,
And my kind kinsman, warriors all, adieu!
BEDFORD Farewell, good Salisbury; and good luck go with thee!
EXETER Farewell, kind lord; fight valiantly to-day:
And yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it,
For thou art framed of the firm truth of valour.
[Exit SALISBURY]
BEDFORD He is full of valour as of kindness;
Princely in both.
[Enter the KING]
WESTMORELAND O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!
KING HENRY V What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin:
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England:
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
[Re-enter SALISBURY]
SALISBURY My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed:
The French are bravely in their battles set,
And will with all expedience charge on us.
KING HENRY V All things are ready, if our minds be so.
WESTMORELAND Perish the man whose mind is backward now!
KING HENRY V Thou dost not wish more help from England, coz?
WESTMORELAND God's will! my liege, would you and I alone,
Without more help, could fight this royal battle!
KING HENRY V Why, now thou hast unwish'd five thousand men;
Which likes me better than to wish us one.
You know your places: God be with you all!
[Tucket. Enter MONTJOY]
MONTJOY Once more I come to know of thee, King Harry,
If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound,
Before thy most assured overthrow:
For certainly thou art so near the gulf,
Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in mercy,
The constable desires thee thou wilt mind
Thy followers of repentance; that their souls
May make a peaceful and a sweet retire
From off these fields, where, wretches, their poor bodies
Must lie and fester.
KING HENRY V Who hath sent thee now?
MONTJOY The Constable of France.
KING HENRY V I pray thee, bear my former answer back:
Bid them achieve me and then sell my bones.
Good God! why should they mock poor fellows thus?
The man that once did sell the lion's skin
While the beast lived, was killed with hunting him.
A many of our bodies shall no doubt
Find native graves; upon the which, I trust,
Shall witness live in brass of this day's work:
And those that leave their valiant bones in France,
Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills,
They shall be famed; for there the sun shall greet them,
And draw their honours reeking up to heaven;
Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime,
The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France.
Mark then abounding valour in our English,
That being dead, like to the bullet's grazing,
Break out into a second course of mischief,
Killing in relapse of mortality.
Let me speak proudly: tell the constable
We are but warriors for the working-day;
Our gayness and our gilt are all besmirch'd
With rainy marching in the painful field;
There's not a piece of feather in our host--
Good argument, I hope, we will not fly--
And time hath worn us into slovenry:
But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim;
And my poor soldiers tell me, yet ere night
They'll be in fresher robes, or they will pluck
The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads
And turn them out of service. If they do this,--
As, if God please, they shall,--my ransom then
Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour;
Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald:
They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints;
Which if they have as I will leave 'em them,
Shall yield them little, tell the constable.
MONTJOY I shall, King Harry. And so fare thee well:
Thou never shalt hear herald any more.
[Exit]
KING HENRY V I fear thou'lt once more come again for ransom.
[Enter YORK]
YORK My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg
The leading of the vaward.
KING HENRY V Take it, brave York. Now, soldiers, march away:
And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day!
[Exeunt]
King Henry V, Act IV Scene III-Shakespere
(Per Andy's request)
Rus...@gmail.com
He's been around for quite a while and seems to fade into he shadows
after a while.
Don't you think any kind of response just encourages his behaviour?
kstahl
Right now I'm having fun posting snippets of literature from my
collection. Bad apples never seem to disappear however.
John Y. Iselin
Get a clue...
People like Stall, no friends, no wife, no life,
would rather have negative attention
than no attention at all.
kstahl
>Yo! yo! I am a hopeless fuckwit
>without a clue...
>People like me with no friends, no money, no life,
>would rather have negative attention
>than no attention at all.
>
>
>
If those who are excellent find no preferment,
The people will cease to contend for promotion.
If goods that are hard to obtain are not favored,
The people will cease to turn robbers or bandits.
If things much desired are kept under cover,
Disturbance will cease in the minds of the
people.
The Wise Man's policy, accordingly,
Will be to empty people's hearts and minds,
To fill their bellies, weaken their ambition,
Give them sturdy frames and always so,
To keep them uninformed, without desire,
And knowing ones not venturing to act.
Be still while you work
And keep full control
Over all.
--Tao Te Ching
Andy Walton
John Y. Iselin <zza...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> People like Stall, no friends, no wife, no life,
> would rather have negative attention
> than no attention at all.
And so the pot calls the kettle round.
--
"The idea of going completely crazy on laughing gas in the middle of
a DAs' drug conference had a definite warped appeal. But not on the
*first day,* I thought. Save that for later.
-- Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
--------------------------------------------------
Andy Walton * http://atticus.home.mindspring.com/
John Y. Iselin
Bhhhhhhwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!
Call Kirsty Alley.
She's tired of being the fattest one one her show.
Andy Walton
Y. Iselin <zza...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> And the 5'6" 350#er calls the kettle round.
More like eight feet, three tons, made of a brass-plutonium alloy.
You aren't the only person who can make shit up.
--
"They used to photograph Shirley Temple through gauze. They should
photograph me through linoleum." --Tallulah Bankhead
John Y. Iselin
But you won't prove me wrong.
Andy Walton
Y. Iselin <zza...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> Deny all you want, lardass.
> But you won't prove me wrong.
You claimed that I'm 5'6" and 350 pounds. Stats you made up.
Pick your favorite escrow agent. I'll put up five thousand US dollars
that say you're wrong. Proving it will be trivial. If you're convinced
you're right, it's free money. Otherwise, I'll get to foreclose on your
doublewide.
I won't hold my breath.
--
"Five tacos, one taco burger. Do you know where the American Dream is?"
-- Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
kstahl
>In article <1110327448....@o13g2000cwo.googlegroups.com>, John
>Y. Iselin <zza...@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
>
>
>>Deny all you want, lardass.
>>But you won't prove me wrong.
>>
>>
>
>You claimed that I'm 5'6" and 350 pounds. Stats you made up.
>
>Pick your favorite escrow agent. I'll put up five thousand US dollars
>that say you're wrong. Proving it will be trivial. If you're convinced
>you're right, it's free money. Otherwise, I'll get to foreclose on your
>doublewide.
>
>I won't hold my breath.
>
>
>
You expect someone who is a known coward to actually stand up and defend
the things that he says? Do you know how daft that is? Yacub/Nada is all
words and no action. Besides, he wouldn't even have $5K available.
TheNIGHTCRAWLER
Know a guy who did quite a few Motorcycle Gas tanks.
Side for now or full-time?
He's free on nights that I know of. I'll donate a case for painting.
Talk tomorrow.
NC
(Just putting pieces that work together. Paint's on you for my casa?
:-)
TheNIGHTCRAWLER
>In article <1110325969....@l41g2000cwc.googlegroups.com>, John
>Y. Iselin <zza...@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
>> And the 5'6" 350#er calls the kettle round.
>
>More like eight feet, three tons, made of a brass-plutonium alloy.
>
>You aren't the only person who can make shit up.
Easy now. I know I wasn't the only vamp growing up here in the groups.
Hehehehehe.....
Formidable is for later.
22lb lobster shifted gears and died from the experience. Bad things
happen to good people, on occasion. An extremely rare disease, I'll
admit, and you only have one chance to experience it.
FREEDOM.
Tore down my first laptop today. But, really, it's important to leave a
person's feelings intact long enough that they can can take the hit when
it comes.
Gas prices are about to go out of sight, by the way.... Softens the blow
but doesn't fix the problem.
NC
(Somebody's gotta represent... )
John Y. Iselin
I may have been a few inches off.
I may have been a few pounds off.
The facts remain:
You are a disgusting mass of blubber.
Your girth is creeping up on your height.
All your intellect cannot stop you from stuffing your face.
Prove me wrong, fatass
John Y. Iselin
Pick your favorite escrow agent...
kstahl
>I don't even have $5K since I am a kornholer.
>Otherwise I'd be dumb enough to pick my favorite escrow agent and stop being a coward and declare my real name
>
>
>
14
They call it elusive, and say
That one looks
But it never appears.
They say that indeed it is rare,
Since one listens,
But never a sound.
Subtle, they call it, and say
That one grasps it
But never gets hold.
These three complaints amount
To only one, which is
Beyond all resolution.
At rising, it does not illumine;
At setting, no darkness ensues;
It stretches far back
To that nameless estate
Which existed before the creation.
Describe it as form yet unformed;
As shape that is still without shape;
Or say it is vagueness confused:
One meets it and it has no front;
One follows and there is no rear.
If you hold ever fast
To that most ancient Way,
You may govern today.
Call truly that knowledge
Of primal beginnings
The clue to the Way.
--Tao Te Ching
Andy Walton
<kts...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> You expect someone who is a known coward to actually stand up and defend
> the things that he says?
Not really.
I have the strange compulsion to acknowledge the local braying ass
every couple of years or so. Last night was one of those times. I've
mostly gotten it out of my system.
> Do you know how daft that is? Yacub/Nada is all
> words and no action. Besides, he wouldn't even have $5K available.
Seizing his trailer under color of law would be fun. I have no use for
it, and would probably donate it to charity. All of which is
hypothetical, because Dr. Jagoff has never once backed up his
ill-considered words.
--
"There's so much comedy on television.
Does that cause comedy in the streets?" -- Dick Cavett
Andy Walton
Y. Iselin <zza...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> Want to bet $5K, kornholer?
You're so addled you can't even keep your own made-up vocabulary
straight. "kornholer" is Ken Stahl. I'm "Tucks." Or "Popnecker," the
derivation of which only makes sense in your own addled mind. Sweet
Jesus, you can't even keep track of your own idiocy.
> Pick your favorite escrow agent...
My e-mail address is public knowledge, and has been so for more than a
decade. Drop a line. Name a time and place and I'll make the
arrangements. Of course, I'll have to guard my bets because I know you
won't show.You're an exceptional chickenshit even by the cowardly
standards of usual practice on Usenet.
Bring cash or certified funds. Your credit is on a par with your
credibility, thus worth approximately half a flyspeck on a ten-ton pile
of horseshit.
--
"I think the development of an artificial intellect could have a tremendous
impact on society. It may also help me sell more of my roll-up plastic
lighted portable disco dance floors." -- Hugh Loebner, in Wired, 5/95
kstahl
>In article <sPmdnbjtsJw...@comcast.com>, kstahl
><kts...@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
>
>
>>You expect someone who is a known coward to actually stand up and defend
>>the things that he says?
>>
>>
>
>Not really.
>
>I have the strange compulsion to acknowledge the local braying ass
>every couple of years or so. Last night was one of those times. I've
>mostly gotten it out of my system.
>
>
>
>>Do you know how daft that is? Yacub/Nada is all
>>words and no action. Besides, he wouldn't even have $5K available.
>>
>>
>
>Seizing his trailer under color of law would be fun. I have no use for
>it, and would probably donate it to charity. All of which is
>hypothetical, because Dr. Jagoff has never once backed up his
>ill-considered words.
>
>
>
That is how it is with nasty trolls that have pathetic lives. Cowardice
becomes a way of life and Nada is the poster boy for all cowards.
TheNIGHTCRAWLER
I'll count this as a joke.
Some people like painting, some enjoy toying with PCs and you can see
people shine in what they enjoy doing. Usually, because they yell and
scream the loudest when in their highest form working on a project. And
still won't let anyone else touch it. Hehehehehe...
NC
(Certifiable, never certified.)
John Y. Iselin
Check again for my reply to you, FatAss.
John Y. Iselin
> has never once backed up his ill-considered words.
Sue me then, FatAss.
Put your money where your mouth is, Popnecker.
If you can stop shoving food in it for a second.
Andy Walton
John Y. Iselin <zza...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> Sue me then, FatAss.
> Put your money where your mouth is, Popnecker.
> If you can stop shoving food in it for a second.
You first.
You know my name. You have a real e-mail address. I'm a real person. I
have no such information on you; you're a work of fiction. I'm not
going to waste my time trying to nail Jell-O to a tree.
Simple proposition. You made specific claims about my height and
weight. Prove them, and get five grand. Don't, and be exposed as the
liar you know you are.
I've already achieved the second part. All I have to gain from pursuing
the first is a worthless IOU.
--
"Five tacos, one taco burger. Do you know where the American Dream is?"
-- Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas