When I searched the google for "Timmy Tabasco" this was the second image that came up. I assure you this is not Timmy Tabasco.
My senior year of high school one of the last projects we tackled in my speech class was to write and produce a short television program. The show my group developed was a situational comedy about a guy who gets put in the witness protection program. I believe it was called "Where's Walter?" or something like that. The plot went something like this.
One day as Walter is walking down the street some mob thugs drop a guy on his dog. (I was that guy dropped on a dog. They actually threw me off the roof of the school...onto padding of course. It was pretty freaking cool.) After witnessing this mob murder Walter testifies to put Jimmy the Squid (the mob boss) in jail and is put in the witness protection program. For some reason he has to share a room with someone else in the witness protection program. This new room mate is none other than Timmy Tabasco, a ex-GI red neck on the run from the Chinese mafia. I was also Timmy Tabasco. Wackiness ensues. There are candy-grams, slow speed foot chases and
probably not that much oh so much more.
Granted this was only a crappy high school project, but it was awesome...or at least we thought so. You are no doubt exceedingly disappointed after three weeks of build up, and I don't blame you.
There is probably still a tape of that spectacular show pilot floating around somewhere. If Dan, Aaron or Steve happen to have a copy of it (or, even less likely, if they happen to read this), I will give you a large Fortel's pizza for a copy of it.
And now that that foolishness is out of the way...
|There are few things sadder than a broken coffee mug.|
The other day my son knocked my Brandon Phillips coffee mug off the table and broke it. It was probably the mug I used most often...the perfect size for a cup of coffee or whiskey. And a freaking fantastic handle that was just about perfect for how I hold a coffee cup. Oh well, so it goes.
For something a little less tragic, here are the results of the red clay experiment.
|Wishy-washy spoon rests|
There are obviously a few problems here, beside the collapsible handles. I think the slip was a bit too thin to begin with. Combine that with them being over fired and you get a washy, thin look that is not all together pleasing. Due to the over firing the lids also stuck on the jars. Luckily I only mangled one while knocking them loose. Most of the batch ended up on the shard pile.
I did have a couple that did not make it into that first round, though, so I tossed them in with the next bisque firing.
|"I pour poorly!"|
Neither will be sold due to cracks (not sure why/how those showed up), but they are still structurally sound, so I will probably hold onto them for a while. At least the platter. The lid of the teapot fits a little too snug and traps air when pouring, so it is kind of a pain to use.
I will probably pursue this style again soon, but not until I do a little more research.
Finally, a few shots of the glaze load I just unloaded this morning.
|Collaborative piece with my 2 year old son.|
This is another piece my wife has been bugging me to make for a while. One of the custom items I make is a "surprise" mug; personalized on the outside with a figurine on the inside. Now I will always have an example on hand that I can take to shows. I would actually like to make a catalog to take instead of just examples, but that is still in the works.
|Whiskey cups, lidded jars, bottles...and balloons!|
|The mark of the werewolf!|
It was a pretty small load because I had to get some custom orders done, but I was happy with how everything turned out, especially the reds. I had been having some trouble with getting the color I wanted, but I think I have the formula figured out now.
And finally (again), if anyone is in the St. Louis region, I will be at a show in St. Charles this weekend. Mosaics goes from 4pm Friday to 5pm Sunday. It looks like the weather is going to cooperate, so come up and see me!