Cop Loving Scum
The Sculptor does pottery too and today she gave me a belated BD present of these two really fine super-fine planter pots she made. I'm gonna hate to put dirt in them. I told her I had some time today so I should start tape and floating that little ceiling of hers. She gave me a key and I went over there after she left for work and accidently hit her dog, Sam, in the head with a four foot aluminum level. I didn't mean to hit you in the head, Sam. The rock hanging done by an ambitious electrician, was kind of shitty but hopefully my floating will be less than shitty, although I'm not sure it will be. I taped it and put on the first float today.
Then I crossed the street and started painting the inside of my Rocheblave house. The front two rooms are a kind of putty brown (which looks less crappy than I thought it would against the stained woodwork) and the bedroom is green and the hallway will be a darker green and the bathroom will be even darker green and the kitchen is staying that three year old shocking yellow orange color that would probably be ok if I hung upper cabinets (which my kitchen does not have because I am a cheap cheap bastard) and some other stuff to cover the walls so the orange yellow only peeked out instead of what it does now--kablammo, right in your face. Anyway, I'll finish it up tomorrow, except for the front room, which will only be cut in once. I will need another gallon of that putty brown color.
The bedroom is finished except for painting the baseboards and that's where I'm at now, drinking Red Stripe, luxuriating in the green. I'm not ashamed to say this, I like green.
I walked over to Betsy's and had breakfast at 6:15 this morning and Betsy should of had my interior designer because that blue is too blue. The first job I did after going back to work for bossman was finishing up a flood job and the whole inside of the house was that blue and I can't take it, I'm cracking up over that blue, totally freakin'. It's not that bad really. Yes it is. Aren't you painting the Dumaine exterior blue? Well, exteriors are a different thing, and uh, actually, the blue going on there is of the teal family. Teal! You hear me?
A woman honked at me from the Iberville corner and then pulled up in front of my driveway sometime this morning after breakfast but before I actually started doing anything, or maybe I had removed all the switch and receptacle plates and moved stuff around, away from the walls, and feeling accomplished, was just wandering around Louisville central. Say every hateful thing you want to say about me, but I like being honked at by women. I think it is politically correct.
I walked out to the street feeling the thrill of incipient adventure. The woman was about sixty, with white skin and hair colorized from the blond box. She was upset and rather animated. I was neither, as befits my station as lord of Louisville.
She wanted to know where the PIB (Public Integrity Bureau) was and I pointed to a building front one block away. She really was upset and needed to warn me about bad cops, I should know about bad cops. She had no way of knowing from my appearance that I am a cop lover. I mean, I've cussed a few, probably have some more of that in my future, and even though I am myself, as a long-haired, skinny, therefore drug addled appearing miscreant, not probably loved at first sight by most cops, still, I have only a modest patience with people who go on about cop mistreatment after they've broken some law. I know a woman who as a teenager was hanging out with some people from a minority group, and taking up for this minority group being hassled by a bad cop, was beaten quite severely with some scrap lumber, and hospitalized with potential brain damage. I've never heard this woman speak a negative word about cops in general, or for that matter, about the cop who beat the shit out her. It was to her, I think, just a bad thing that happened, and which she survived. If you think her lack of outrage is because she got her spirit beat out her I can only assure you that does not describe this woman. And uh, anyway, the bad cop was not loved by his peers and something permanent bad happened to that cop some time after the incident.
So the lady ran a red light and/or a stop sign and the cops were rude to her, threatened to take her to jail, and this same type of thing had been reported on the TV news, overzealous traffic stops, blah, blah, something has to be done. I listened politely, offering no opinions, cop-loving scum that I am.
I think I'll insert this now--I have "met" some cops I didn't really enjoy, much less loved.
Anyway, I didn't like to see the woman so upset. It upset me. Then she made an anonymous reference to Paul Hardy, hitman for some bad cops back in the nineties. Back then a woman had made a complaint to the PIB about a certain Len Davis, a cocaine warehousing cop who she had witnessed beating up a citizen, and word got back to Len, which is really bad form for the PIB, and Len asked Paul to kill her and while being recorded on an FBI tape Paul calls back saying he had done so, and he had. And he's on death row, the woman said. Yeah, I was here then, I told her. Good, she said. I guess she thought she might get whacked for complaining about overzealous traffic cops. Law abiding people on Dumaine who knew Hardy, not specifically as a hitman but as an area property owner, called him, Paul, with fondness, just to throw out there, everybody has admirers.
Right after this incident with the upset woman, I was Uptown getting paint and got stuck behind some college girls in a new convertible who were making an illegal left at Louisiana and St. Charles. What is so hard about making a U-turn and a right, for a left turn, in New Orleans? Nothing, there's nothing hard about it. Make my blood boil, petty criminals. Truly, where are the bad cops when you need them?
One coat cutting and no boxing the paint? It may be a personal job but surely you deserve the same quality I assume you provide your clients.
Diane asked me to ask you if you need 2 gallons of the green paint I was going to use in my our office. It's a strong olive, bordering a bit on neutral. Maybe a touch more brown that the stuff below, depending on your monitor. Anyway, we decided not to use those two gallons.
I told her you probably had your own supply chain.
By the way, I've got a few quarts of eggshell in various neutrals of the green to blue range of the color wheel..
No sir, I mean yessir, Mr. Steve. As I may have mentioned I just ran out of paint. When I said cut in once I meant cut in once and not rolled yet. Absolutely sir you're getting two cut in's, no two ways about it. And look at you slinging that painter's jargon around, boxing the paint, I oughta box your ears for that. Actually my house is so small I'm getting two coats out of each color with just one gallon (except for the brown), so no boxing, but I am cutting it with a little water because I'm using premium Benjamin Moore (while at work we use contractors grade Sherwin Williams for walls and exterior latex gloss BLP for interior and exterior wood) and it stands it.
Mark, could you get that paint here in the next couple of hours, trying to finish up here, that green looks pretty similar to what I'm using, except for bathroom which will be much darker. Sorry D won't let you ever do any damn thing you want, ever. Tell her the green looks nice, on Rocheblave, 1500 miles away, which I guess is as close as you're ever going to get to it.
Live From The Louisville Public Access Television Studios Its The Paint Box with JimL. Join JimL With His Special Guests -- Steve and Mark. Todays Fresh Coat Behr Paints Topic Of The Day - Ceiling Your Fate aka What Would Michaelangelo Do To This Crown Molding?
So Kick Off Your Boots, Lay Out Some Tarp, Breathe In The Fumes, Cut In A Line or Two And Roll Your Way Back Home Again. Its The Paint Box.
Thank you Dave, today we're in the hallway rolling another shade of green on the walls, which from here lying in the bedroom, appears identical to what's in here, but it ain't, it's lighter in the hallway (despite what I said in the post) so keep that in mind, things are not always what they seem.
While the paint dries in the hallway, why don't we move into the bathroom and start cutting in with that last and darkest shade of green, come on, join me, be apart (of today's program). And remember folks, if you got beer, bring it.
I just kicked over a gallon of the bathroom paint onto a drop cloth in the hallway. Scooped most of it up though. Second time this week I've turned over a pot, first time on Monday knocked one off a step ladder, splashing it all over some cabinets. Second coat this hallway, and roll out that bathroom one time and that's it for today, before I F*** something else up.
i hope the camera was rolling we can use that for the out takes montage. oh it wasnt? can you do it again? action!
Well, The Paint Box is great since I am unable to be there for the transformation of Rocheblave. Are you really getting to the bathroom too? You acted as if that was not gonna happen, no way. Wish I was there to bring you the much deserved beer, jimlouis. I know you're tired and have too much to do at M.'s on top of toiling away for the Bossman.
I would have understood if you didn't get to it at all. Little nervous about the 'less crappy' comment on the front rooms.
Can't wait to see it. Dare I ask what the term 'boxing' means in the world of painting professionals?
Okay, done. Tomorrow we'll second coat that bathroom, which is actually dark slate blue black green and call it finished. To reward myself have a few movies borrowed from the chauffeur and you guessed it, yes, I have Gigli, so big night for me.
Boxing is mixing all the various gallons of same color together just in case the guy at the store didn't mix it uniformly or if you got different batches from different sources.
Sorry Bill, I think the cameraman was out back smoking a doob. Trust me though, I can do it again.
oh boxing is it? i knew about that but i didnt know it was called anything.
Hey, JimL, speaking of jargon, have you heard the term "holidays" for light or missed spots on a uniformly painted wall? (I'm testing the veracity of an acquaintance's painting knowhow.)
Yes, holiday is the term for that.
Thanks, it's a great term, I think. Such a nice way to describe what is essentially a fuckup.
painters have 10,000 words for f.u.s - like crazing, wall buggers. over 10,000, easy.
Notice that JimL used the term "pot" and not "bucket"
Further evidence of his mastery of the craft.
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The Sculptor does pottery too and today she gave me a belated BD present of these two really fine super-fine planter pots she made. I'm gonna hate to put dirt in them. I told her I had some time today so I should start tape and floating that little ceiling of hers. She gave me a key and I went over there after she left for work and accidently hit her dog, Sam, in the head with a four foot aluminum level. I didn't mean to hit you in the head, Sam. The rock hanging done by an ambitious electrician, was kind of shitty but hopefully my floating will be less than shitty, although I'm not sure it will be. I taped it and put on the first float today.
Then I crossed the street and started painting the inside of my Rocheblave house. The front two rooms are a kind of putty brown (which looks less crappy than I thought it would against the stained woodwork) and the bedroom is green and the hallway will be a darker green and the bathroom will be even darker green and the kitchen is staying that three year old shocking yellow orange color that would probably be ok if I hung upper cabinets (which my kitchen does not have because I am a cheap cheap bastard) and some other stuff to cover the walls so the orange yellow only peeked out instead of what it does now--kablammo, right in your face. Anyway, I'll finish it up tomorrow, except for the front room, which will only be cut in once. I will need another gallon of that putty brown color.
The bedroom is finished except for painting the baseboards and that's where I'm at now, drinking Red Stripe, luxuriating in the green. I'm not ashamed to say this, I like green.
I walked over to Betsy's and had breakfast at 6:15 this morning and Betsy should of had my interior designer because that blue is too blue. The first job I did after going back to work for bossman was finishing up a flood job and the whole inside of the house was that blue and I can't take it, I'm cracking up over that blue, totally freakin'. It's not that bad really. Yes it is. Aren't you painting the Dumaine exterior blue? Well, exteriors are a different thing, and uh, actually, the blue going on there is of the teal family. Teal! You hear me?
A woman honked at me from the Iberville corner and then pulled up in front of my driveway sometime this morning after breakfast but before I actually started doing anything, or maybe I had removed all the switch and receptacle plates and moved stuff around, away from the walls, and feeling accomplished, was just wandering around Louisville central. Say every hateful thing you want to say about me, but I like being honked at by women. I think it is politically correct.
I walked out to the street feeling the thrill of incipient adventure. The woman was about sixty, with white skin and hair colorized from the blond box. She was upset and rather animated. I was neither, as befits my station as lord of Louisville.
She wanted to know where the PIB (Public Integrity Bureau) was and I pointed to a building front one block away. She really was upset and needed to warn me about bad cops, I should know about bad cops. She had no way of knowing from my appearance that I am a cop lover. I mean, I've cussed a few, probably have some more of that in my future, and even though I am myself, as a long-haired, skinny, therefore drug addled appearing miscreant, not probably loved at first sight by most cops, still, I have only a modest patience with people who go on about cop mistreatment after they've broken some law. I know a woman who as a teenager was hanging out with some people from a minority group, and taking up for this minority group being hassled by a bad cop, was beaten quite severely with some scrap lumber, and hospitalized with potential brain damage. I've never heard this woman speak a negative word about cops in general, or for that matter, about the cop who beat the shit out her. It was to her, I think, just a bad thing that happened, and which she survived. If you think her lack of outrage is because she got her spirit beat out her I can only assure you that does not describe this woman. And uh, anyway, the bad cop was not loved by his peers and something permanent bad happened to that cop some time after the incident.
So the lady ran a red light and/or a stop sign and the cops were rude to her, threatened to take her to jail, and this same type of thing had been reported on the TV news, overzealous traffic stops, blah, blah, something has to be done. I listened politely, offering no opinions, cop-loving scum that I am.
I think I'll insert this now--I have "met" some cops I didn't really enjoy, much less loved.
Anyway, I didn't like to see the woman so upset. It upset me. Then she made an anonymous reference to Paul Hardy, hitman for some bad cops back in the nineties. Back then a woman had made a complaint to the PIB about a certain Len Davis, a cocaine warehousing cop who she had witnessed beating up a citizen, and word got back to Len, which is really bad form for the PIB, and Len asked Paul to kill her and while being recorded on an FBI tape Paul calls back saying he had done so, and he had. And he's on death row, the woman said. Yeah, I was here then, I told her. Good, she said. I guess she thought she might get whacked for complaining about overzealous traffic cops. Law abiding people on Dumaine who knew Hardy, not specifically as a hitman but as an area property owner, called him, Paul, with fondness, just to throw out there, everybody has admirers.
Right after this incident with the upset woman, I was Uptown getting paint and got stuck behind some college girls in a new convertible who were making an illegal left at Louisiana and St. Charles. What is so hard about making a U-turn and a right, for a left turn, in New Orleans? Nothing, there's nothing hard about it. Make my blood boil, petty criminals. Truly, where are the bad cops when you need them?
- jimlouis 5-13-2006 6:41 am
One coat cutting and no boxing the paint? It may be a personal job but surely you deserve the same quality I assume you provide your clients.
- steve 5-13-2006 8:02 am [add a comment]
Diane asked me to ask you if you need 2 gallons of the green paint I was going to use in
myour office. It's a strong olive, bordering a bit on neutral. Maybe a touch more brown that the stuff below, depending on your monitor. Anyway, we decided not to use those two gallons.I told her you probably had your own supply chain.
By the way, I've got a few quarts of eggshell in various neutrals of the green to blue range of the color wheel..
- mark 5-13-2006 10:32 am [add a comment]
No sir, I mean yessir, Mr. Steve. As I may have mentioned I just ran out of paint. When I said cut in once I meant cut in once and not rolled yet. Absolutely sir you're getting two cut in's, no two ways about it. And look at you slinging that painter's jargon around, boxing the paint, I oughta box your ears for that. Actually my house is so small I'm getting two coats out of each color with just one gallon (except for the brown), so no boxing, but I am cutting it with a little water because I'm using premium Benjamin Moore (while at work we use contractors grade Sherwin Williams for walls and exterior latex gloss BLP for interior and exterior wood) and it stands it.
Mark, could you get that paint here in the next couple of hours, trying to finish up here, that green looks pretty similar to what I'm using, except for bathroom which will be much darker. Sorry D won't let you ever do any damn thing you want, ever. Tell her the green looks nice, on Rocheblave, 1500 miles away, which I guess is as close as you're ever going to get to it.
- jimlouis 5-13-2006 5:45 pm [add a comment]
Live From The Louisville Public Access Television Studios Its The Paint Box with JimL. Join JimL With His Special Guests -- Steve and Mark. Todays Fresh Coat Behr Paints Topic Of The Day - Ceiling Your Fate aka What Would Michaelangelo Do To This Crown Molding?
So Kick Off Your Boots, Lay Out Some Tarp, Breathe In The Fumes, Cut In A Line or Two And Roll Your Way Back Home Again. Its The Paint Box.
- dave 5-13-2006 6:37 pm [add a comment]
Thank you Dave, today we're in the hallway rolling another shade of green on the walls, which from here lying in the bedroom, appears identical to what's in here, but it ain't, it's lighter in the hallway (despite what I said in the post) so keep that in mind, things are not always what they seem.
While the paint dries in the hallway, why don't we move into the bathroom and start cutting in with that last and darkest shade of green, come on, join me, be apart (of today's program). And remember folks, if you got beer, bring it.
- jimlouis 5-13-2006 9:47 pm [add a comment]
I just kicked over a gallon of the bathroom paint onto a drop cloth in the hallway. Scooped most of it up though. Second time this week I've turned over a pot, first time on Monday knocked one off a step ladder, splashing it all over some cabinets. Second coat this hallway, and roll out that bathroom one time and that's it for today, before I F*** something else up.
- jimlouis 5-14-2006 12:25 am [add a comment]
i hope the camera was rolling we can use that for the out takes montage. oh it wasnt? can you do it again? action!
- bill 5-14-2006 12:28 am [add a comment]
Well, The Paint Box is great since I am unable to be there for the transformation of Rocheblave. Are you really getting to the bathroom too? You acted as if that was not gonna happen, no way. Wish I was there to bring you the much deserved beer, jimlouis. I know you're tired and have too much to do at M.'s on top of toiling away for the Bossman.
I would have understood if you didn't get to it at all. Little nervous about the 'less crappy' comment on the front rooms.
Can't wait to see it. Dare I ask what the term 'boxing' means in the world of painting professionals?
- Laureen (guest) 5-14-2006 1:13 am [add a comment]
Okay, done. Tomorrow we'll second coat that bathroom, which is actually dark slate blue black green and call it finished. To reward myself have a few movies borrowed from the chauffeur and you guessed it, yes, I have Gigli, so big night for me.
Boxing is mixing all the various gallons of same color together just in case the guy at the store didn't mix it uniformly or if you got different batches from different sources.
Sorry Bill, I think the cameraman was out back smoking a doob. Trust me though, I can do it again.
- jimlouis 5-14-2006 1:30 am [add a comment]
oh boxing is it? i knew about that but i didnt know it was called anything.
- bill 5-14-2006 1:44 am [add a comment]
Hey, JimL, speaking of jargon, have you heard the term "holidays" for light or missed spots on a uniformly painted wall? (I'm testing the veracity of an acquaintance's painting knowhow.)
- tom moody 5-14-2006 6:49 am [add a comment]
Yes, holiday is the term for that.
- jimlouis 5-14-2006 7:26 am [add a comment]
Thanks, it's a great term, I think. Such a nice way to describe what is essentially a fuckup.
- tom moody 5-14-2006 8:50 am [add a comment]
painters have 10,000 words for f.u.s - like crazing, wall buggers. over 10,000, easy.
- bill 5-14-2006 3:35 pm [add a comment]
Notice that JimL used the term "pot" and not "bucket"
Further evidence of his mastery of the craft.
- steve 5-14-2006 4:46 pm [add a comment]