Sunday, December 21, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Gingerbread houses and Spore critters
Back from visiting Kate and the cousins. The tree was bought; the gingerbread house was a triumphant and yet oddly tame victory; and the dog was (briefly) decked with bells and ribbons.
Here's some comparison photo from last year, to explain what I mean:
Two hours of battling bad gingerbread architecture, paste, bonbons and gravity.... The second photo shows our expressions only 20 min into it. Needless to say, the fate of the gingerbread house was doomed, as you can tell from the closeup of the house and its already gently tilting wall.
Since this year's gingerbread house is in fact decorating the dining room, as opposed to getting thrown off the deck, I suppose it wins in something.
And here is the dog.
Also, Alex showed me how to mess around in "Spore". Below is the critter I designed.
Here, the larger creature is playing around with its young. Or... Her young? Since the larger creature laid an egg?
Here's some comparison photo from last year, to explain what I mean:
Two hours of battling bad gingerbread architecture, paste, bonbons and gravity.... The second photo shows our expressions only 20 min into it. Needless to say, the fate of the gingerbread house was doomed, as you can tell from the closeup of the house and its already gently tilting wall.
Since this year's gingerbread house is in fact decorating the dining room, as opposed to getting thrown off the deck, I suppose it wins in something.
And here is the dog.
Also, Alex showed me how to mess around in "Spore". Below is the critter I designed.
Here, the larger creature is playing around with its young. Or... Her young? Since the larger creature laid an egg?
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Snow. Also a lab mouse.
Boston is still cold, but at least it's snowing. (I think it's the first snow this season.)
Unrelated, but here's a graphic I was working on for freelance work.
Unrelated, but here's a graphic I was working on for freelance work.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Q: Do you know what's cold?
Answer: Boston.
Boston is cold.
Boston is far, far too cold.
Most of my thoughts this week were, "Aaaargh! Boston! Cold!"
There should be a law against Boston being this cold.
On other news... check out this new billboard spotted on Peachtree! (Georgia)
Boston is cold.
Boston is far, far too cold.
Most of my thoughts this week were, "Aaaargh! Boston! Cold!"
There should be a law against Boston being this cold.
On other news... check out this new billboard spotted on Peachtree! (Georgia)
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Conversation with my Housemate
"Hey Sam, thanks for letting me draw your feet last night."
"No problem."
"I've created my schematics graphic directly from sketches of you and Lauren's feet, actually. So your foot is going to be on the internet!"
"Ah."
"Also, I had to study images of feet with symptoms of gangrene, and recreate those symptoms on the foot graphic. Want to see what your foot looks like with gangrene?"
"Um, maybe sometime later."
"No problem."
"I've created my schematics graphic directly from sketches of you and Lauren's feet, actually. So your foot is going to be on the internet!"
"Ah."
"Also, I had to study images of feet with symptoms of gangrene, and recreate those symptoms on the foot graphic. Want to see what your foot looks like with gangrene?"
"Um, maybe sometime later."
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Toppling books and wave o' Obama heads
A bookstore in Salem, MA.
Oh and congrats, President Obama!
Also -- normally I don't post things like this, but this was just such a strange, strange photoshop picture. (From Nov. 4th 2008 issue of the Boston Metro.)
Update! Kate has simultaneously put this thing on her blog as well (I sent it to her earlier), and is is doing an impromptu caption contest. (click)
And while I'm reveling in the weirdness --
(Originally from Pundit Kitchen.)
see also...
http://www.flickr.com/photos/sarahmeyers/2803572560/
http://blog.beliefnet.com/stevenwaldman/2008/08/obama-and-mccain-decorated-san.html
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Comicon, Salem, and VOOOOTE
(Quick update: here's another blog entry about the 24 hour comic. That entry has more accurate details on why we got kicked out at 3am. The blog entry also has the one group photo we snagged, before the police told us to seriously get out.)
The Boston Comicon was today!
A handful of Boston Comics Roundtable people were there, including Charles S., Dirk T, Jay, Lindsay and me. I shared a table with Lindsay, and once again I was across from Jay. This time there was something about "blood flowing" and "babies" in his spiel. Lindsay was selling these funky cigar boxes decorated with old comics.
I like selling minis, because now and then someone will come by, look at your mini, start reading it, and something in their expression says that this mini was meant for them.
Also, when people buy my minis at conventions, I like to draw insane, non sequitur doodles in the inside cover.
On other news, I recently visited Salem with a friend. It smelled of rain and autumn; a blustery wind carried fire-colored leaves tumbling along the cobbled walkways. All very pretty, and also cold to point of misery. So we ducked into a thrift store, where I bought a bathrobe. I wore it under my sports jacket for most of the trip.
The bottom half of the robe was pretty visible. However, this was Salem during the week before Halloween. Not only that, but the robe material was a dark color with snowflakes on it, so the robe looked it was pattered with stars. As Julia sums it up, "You look like the sorcerer's apprentice wandering around with a sports jacket!"
But I was a cozy, warm sorcerer's apprentice/lunatic in a bathrobe, I can tell you. I was especially glad for that robe later that evening, when we went on a ghost tour during the chilly Salem night.
Finally: as the voice of civic duty (in a ghostly manifested form)... You! Vote! Voooooote! I am rattling chains, wooo, Vooooote!
The Boston Comicon was today!
A handful of Boston Comics Roundtable people were there, including Charles S., Dirk T, Jay, Lindsay and me. I shared a table with Lindsay, and once again I was across from Jay. This time there was something about "blood flowing" and "babies" in his spiel. Lindsay was selling these funky cigar boxes decorated with old comics.
I like selling minis, because now and then someone will come by, look at your mini, start reading it, and something in their expression says that this mini was meant for them.
Also, when people buy my minis at conventions, I like to draw insane, non sequitur doodles in the inside cover.
On other news, I recently visited Salem with a friend. It smelled of rain and autumn; a blustery wind carried fire-colored leaves tumbling along the cobbled walkways. All very pretty, and also cold to point of misery. So we ducked into a thrift store, where I bought a bathrobe. I wore it under my sports jacket for most of the trip.
The bottom half of the robe was pretty visible. However, this was Salem during the week before Halloween. Not only that, but the robe material was a dark color with snowflakes on it, so the robe looked it was pattered with stars. As Julia sums it up, "You look like the sorcerer's apprentice wandering around with a sports jacket!"
But I was a cozy, warm sorcerer's apprentice/lunatic in a bathrobe, I can tell you. I was especially glad for that robe later that evening, when we went on a ghost tour during the chilly Salem night.
Finally: as the voice of civic duty (in a ghostly manifested form)... You! Vote! Voooooote! I am rattling chains, wooo, Vooooote!
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