BOARD out of our MINDS!

It's t-minus 11 days until our first human chess performance.

I rolled out of bed around 2pm today and immediately started texting tha crew. I made the announcement last night that I'd be hosting work parties at my house EVERY NIGHT until the show, so everyone now has an open invitation to lounge about my house and work on exciting, fulfilling artitstic projects. My dream come true...art commune, here we come!

James was the first to show up today, then Megan arrived with her FUR BOX! (No, it's not just another of my inappropriately lewd innuendos...she walked up my driveway carrying a large box full of fake fur for our various Viking needs. Okay, it was another of my lewd innuendos. Sue me.) She also brought magically thick gold and silver spraypaint for gilding the king's armor (read: plastic junk I found around the house that I sprayed until it gleamed with golden uber-coolness.)


Zack graciously gathered supplies on his way home from work and showed up around six o'clock with armloads of primer, masking tape, marking pencils and a very large carpenter's square (I think he's overcompensating.) He then proceeded to measure, mark out the gridlines, and number each and every board...all 18 of them. He's a true and dedicated supporter of the arts, that's fo' shizzle. He arrogantly flaunted his superior chessboard making skills for several hours with only ONE break, as he pointed out to us at every opportunity. Show off.

As he was marking them up, the rest of us were throwing 'em down, masking 'em off, and spray bombing the hell out of each other, the front yard, and possibly the neighbor's houses. Sorry, ozone layer! While we let them dry, the fume-drunk crew wandered throughout the house making costume parts, eating pizza, drinking beer and being generally as productive as slacker artists can be.


SEVEN HOURS LATER...the board has been completely primed and is ready for tomorrow and Round Two...a day I am pre-naming the Great Paint Disaster of 2009. So far, I have lost 3,657 brain cells due to inhaling paint overspray, and, thusly, am now high enough to be excited about tomorrows fume-party. YAY!