Finally finished 30 Days of Super Heroes! It was great fun to have some thoughtful scenes to draw, and I learned much about blocking a scene, and then using oilskin-ish layers to put a final version over an even rougher sketch.
day 22 team schrödinger in coordinated uniforms
day 23 mind-controlled hungrier hippo having victoriously consumed rest of team
day 24 wind-x, alien bill, luggo, and hungrier hippo as ‘abbey road’
day 25 evil twins gullo, alien bob, hipster hippo
day 26 de-aged luggo, hungrier hippo, and alien bill
day 27 hungerier hippo, luggo, and alien bill surrounded by the one hundred jakes
day 28 battle royale wind-x, hungrier hippo, alien bill, luggo, and the red crumb vs
day 29 detail from the battle royale, the red crumb vs the dicemen
"Extenuating circumstance to be mentioned on Judgment Day: We never asked to be born in the first place." --http://twitter.com/Kurt_VonnegutI need to find out where to talk about Earth Defense Force 2017: Insect Armageddon. This is a good game.
"Intelligent Design. A loving God. Allergies. You can pick two." --http://twitter.com/rstevens"Why don't you go talk to her?" "Talk to her? Would you talk to a rainbow? Or a sunset?" "If I wanted to get it on with refracted light, I would." --Phil and Lem, "Better Off Ted""What is it with everyone and their questions this morning? 'Where'd you learn how to drive?' 'Will you marry me?' 'Why would you say that to my baby?'" --Veronika, "Better Off Ted"
"1776: The USA is born. It was over 200 years before it announced the birth of USB." --http://twitter.com/rstevens"In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite." --Paul Dirac
"I have only been cursed by Americans. They are sharp-witted and very articulated and yet very free with their anger." --Mother Jones piece on an American at an Indian call centerNetflix streaming puts The Tudors out of order and then loses rights to Californication. Screw you Showtime, we're not buying frickin' cable.
Firtst games can't be art, now thinking computers wouldn't actually think- Roger Ebert hates geeks- http://bit.ly/qv7XgB via @mistertoups"Ready for great big Kirk news? I'm going to swap my pockets, and always have my wallet and iPhone in my RIGHT, and my camera and keys in my left." "Oh man that's going to destroy the whole system!" "Or SAVE IT! I mean it should be much less confusing when I go to swipe at the Charlie Card reader." "Wow, maybe you should have done this ages ago." "Baby, genius works on its own schedule." "And so do you." --Me and AmberGah -- last shuttle launch?? Damn it where's our space planes.
"Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets." --Arthur MillerRUN DMC's "Peter Piper" coming up on shuffle let me know it's an 80s hiphop kinda day. Yay for Genius Playlists! #dontjuststandtherebustamove
Lord Byron arrives in Heaven, and finds his old friend Shelley
waiting at the gate.
"Percy, I can't believe it. You died two years ago. Why aren't
"St. Peter says he's already got too many poets," says Shelley.
"So I've been waiting here for you. Maybe together, we can convince
him to let us in."
When St. Peter appears, he greets Byron by name. "You two have
both been naughty," he says, "and I've already told your friend here
that we're pretty full. We've only got room for one of you, so I'm
asking you each to write a verse for me about one of my favorite
places...Timbuktu. I'll be back in an hour to see what you've come up
When St. Peter returns, Shelley proudly recites his poem:
With feet upon the burning sand
I gazed upon the promised land
And in the far-off distant view
The paradise of Timbuktu.
"Very nice," says St. Peter. And then, turning to Byron, he
says, "Your turn, sir."
With a wink to his friend, Byron begins:
Tim and I a-hunting went
And spied three maidens in a tent
As they were three, and we were two,
I bucked one, and Timbuktu.
--via "The Big Book of American Humor", a huge formative influence on me in high school.
Weirdly a much inferior version with Shakespeare, Burns, and spelling and grammar mistakes seems to be much more popular online.
--So watching this reminds me of the distance between my mild "pseudo-dyslexia" and the real thing. (Mine is weirdly phonetic and based on "mouth shapes") Still an interesting attempt at helping the problem, though light on quantifying how effective the font actually is.
"Once...a king gave a feast for the loveliest princesses in the
realm. Now, a soldier who was standing guard saw the king's daughter
go by. She was the most beautiful of all and he fell instantly in love.
But what is a simple soldier next to the daughter of a king?
At last he succeeded in meeting her, and he told her he could no
longer live without her.
The princess was so taken by the depth of his feeling that she said
to the soldier, 'If you can wait for 100 days and 100 nights under my
balcony, at the end of it I shall be yours.'
With that the soldier went and waited one day...
Each evening the princess looked out, and he never moved! In rain,
in wind, in snow, he was always there! Birds shat on his head, bees stung
him- but he didn't budge.
At the end of ninety nights he had become all dry, all white. Tears
streamed from his eyes. He couldn't hold them back. He didn't even have
the strength to sleep. And all that time, the princess watched him.
At long last, it was the 99th night...
and the soldier stood up, took his chair and left."
"What happened at the end?"
"That is the end. And don't ask what it means. I don't know."
--Watched the "Director's Cut" of this last night with Amber--over two nights actually... it's long! Probably a bit too long, in retrospect I prefer the brevity of the version I had in college. This was the transcription I made way back in college... here's an alternate translation along with a bit from the Director's Cut where Toto tells his interpretation of the story to Alfredo... again, maybe it says too much.
"I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their good intellects. A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies." --Unknown quote, referenced in "Cinema Paradiso"http://www.widgetpress.com/defense - holy crap. Software patents are out of control. What a way to kill innovation.
I wasn't concerned with geopolitical events, international affairs, cultural anomalies, or hygiene. I had set off to find myself, but most of the time I was so stoned I was lucky if I could find my shoes.
But I wasn't alone. I was part of an entire generation in search of meaning. It was a generation so starved for understanding we were able to read significance into Donovan lyrics. We didn't have a clue as to what was going on.
In fact we greeted each other with the very question: "What's going on, man? What's happening?"
We didn't say, "Nice to see you," or "How have you been?" like people with a non-crumbling value system. We wanted to know what was happening.
"What's happening, bro?" But nobody knew. It was the question of the decade.
"What it is." That's the best answer you could get. What the hell kind of answer is that?
--A. Whitney Brown, from "The Big Picture in Words, Explained"
[Reading Billboard] "'Delicious harmony. Made for you. Asian Salad @ McDondald's' Why does that sound vaguely racist to me?" "It's just using an ethnic stereotype. It's not like they said "Asian Salad: Delicious, Good at Math." --Me and Amber diving near Fresh PondFine that Netflix is raising prices, but not allowing "unlimited streaming" to combine with "limited DVDs" to be on one plan is bullshit.
http://blog.wordnik.com/attention-all-muggles-and-squibs - the words of harry potter
Odd illusion... if you just watch the faces out of the corners of your eyes, successive faces start to look strange and distortde... more
information about illusion here, along with a few other face-related topics.
I want a man who knows what love is all about. You are generous, kind, thoughtful. People who are not like you admit to being useless and inferior. You have ruined me for other men. I yearn for you. I have no feelings whatsoever when we're apart. I can be forever happy--will you let me be yours?
I want a man who knows what love is. All about you are generous, kind, thoughtful people, who are not like you. Admit to being useless and inferior. You have ruined me. For other men, I yearn. For you, I have no feelings whatsoever. When we're apart, I can be forever happy. Will you let me be?
http://www.frumforum.com/stumbling-toward-disaster - Republicans brought the hand grenade of default to the knife fight of politics. Likely victim: the economy, you, me.
Silver Ball Museum @ Asbury Park boardwalk- such vast amounts of pinball. The late "Revenge from Mars" was astounding, visuals and playwise.
As NASCAR fans know (and I just learned) "boogity boogity boogity boogity" is well known in the community, as the catchphrase of Darrell Waltrip... so it's not quite the random "blah blah blah" prayer ending the uninitiated might thing.