Wait until you see how clever that title is; you will be impressed. So surprise-surprise I was talking to my social deviant and inferior afro’ed “friend” Cheekie on GChat and we got off on one of our characteristic tangents. This is what had happened and was:
Cheekie: so i totally just reblogged that halloween colored contest pic on your tumblr with this: “LAWD, yes. I used to LOOK UP to chirruns that could color like this. Like, I went to the “Neat Ass School For Youths” (or NASFY for short) so I could color like this. There was a specific technique to it. Yes, lawdme: I was so diligent about coloring, I had a very specific technique
This is the aforementioned picture. *snickers* See what they did there? (Great technique too)
See, you think we just talk about silly things, but we tackle important social issues like this. *crickets* Ok, yes I am still sily and I don’t think anything is changing that anytime soon. Sue me. Our conversation made me start reminscing of the days when things were all so simple and our main concern was coloring and arts and crafts. Let me tell you, I was a coloring master, I took time to hone this beautiful craft. First off when you wanted to be a coloring sensai you MUST have the right tools. hear me out.
Do not use these waxy stranger bish crayons, in fact calling them crayons is a strong statement. They are an abomination to all that is holy and colorful. They are the Keri Hilson of coloring implements.
Avoid these like the plague, Bubonic or otherwise.
You must go high class with your crayonage. Yes, crayonage. Crayola is the Holy Grail of art supplies, act accordingly.
So now that you have your supplies together, you must develop a technique. I know folks say to color in the lines is boring and you should strive to break the mold, but this is only a trite metaphor. In real coloring life, stay your rebellious ass in the lines. Just do it.
lies.
My technique was to outline the hard lines in a color and color in lightly. It was fancy, trust me, I am the master. I did not care for the extra hard overcompensating crayon-killing coloring. I think those kids had aggression issues that coloring was not going to remedy. Just a thought. Don’t you miss the good old days of coloring and snacks?
so we ain’t gonna talk about the fact that the white kid is the devil? really? ok.
/goes back in corner
Did you think I picked that by accident, lol
“so we ain’t gonna talk about the fact that the white kid is the devil? really? ok.
/goes back in corner”
*hollers*
Yasss, lawdhamercyjeebus.
“So surprise-surprise I was talking to my social deviant and inferior afro’ed “friend” Cheekie”
-_- Don’t be hatin’ on my
midgetlittle person afro!! Like the blood pressure of a Black chick reading a male-driven relationship blog, still my hair will rise.Oh, and I’m sorry, if you didn’t have that Crayola 64 box with the crayon sharpener in the back EVEN though your parents/grandparents were living off a social security check at the time? You ain’t gangsta.
“My technique was to outline the hard lines in a color and color in lightly.”
Ditto! This is why #wegotogether. And coloring outside the lines is all well and good metaphorically, but I wish a lil’ nicca WOULD turn in some art project to me and it ain’t inside the lines if I were a teacher. Child would be left behind, indeed. Lawd, I ain’t shat.
But, yeah, I wish when kids colored outside the lines, it would make this buzzing nose, similar to the noise that Operation makes when you try to take the rib out and hit the metal sides. I’m finna write Congress…
Beez tweeted that pic & I told her, “BAD BEEZ!”
That’s all I’ve got to say about that! 🙂