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Monday, November 25, 2013

Color things and stuff

Well it's been a while since I posted anything on this. I'm sure this blog now has all manner of e-mold growing all over it. It's just like regular mold, but more inexplicably obsessed with cats and bacon.

Anyway, THINGS:

Fox lady, running through the woods, because that is a thing proper fox ladies do. It's all explained in great detail in The Fox Ladies' Book Of Etiquette, And Manual Of Politeness 3rd edition. Don't get the 4th edition, it gets very weird when you get to the chapter about salad forks.


Some fox ladies are less lady like and stab things with other things.


Feng Zhu tutorials. And by tutorials I mean "I sort of ignored everything he said and then somehow I was surprised when it turned out pretty crap"


I dunno bros. This guy, he looks shifty.


ALSO
My film 21 will be playing this week at the Sommets du Cinéma d'Animation in Montreal, so yay!
It will be featured in the Panorama Quebec + Canada, on the 29th and December 1st. Event info here: http://cinematheque.qc.ca/fr/programmation/projections/cycle/sommets-2013-panorama-quebeccanada (in french, because yes).

Now that I possess the dark magicks of the cintiq, expect more updates. It's like the one ring, it calls to me at all times, I feel its pull even when it's turned off in the other room. If you don't hear from me in the next week, I've probably been absorbed into its sleek, pressure-sensitive screen.

Monday, October 7, 2013

Robot with Pipe 4: Of Pipe and Men

A robut. With a pipe. He is such a cool dude, this robot, that he doesn't even need a background. See that backlight? That's not lighting at all. He's so cool he has natural back lighting wherever he goes.
That is all.


Actually that's not all, here's Oswald Mandus, a man who knows a thing or two about pigs (but tends to forget some of the more crucial bits).


Also this dude.
I don't know anything about this dude other than he's a dude.


And these dudes, who are probably not dudes at all, but who am I to judge really.

Saturday, October 5, 2013

sketch round-up 26: sketchmageddon

Okay so, uh, here's all the weeks of daily sketching I missed.
I think.
I may still be missing quite a few, but I am catching up. There will be a sketch for every day this year damnit.

Alright, here we go. The weight of the sketches may clog the tubes, and for that, I am sorry. We all need them tubes.

I call these Moebius hats. Why they are not a thing, I do not know. Someone needs to start some Moebius inspired fashion movement.


Another Moebius inspired dudebro.


I picture this hat making that really annoying electric buzzing sound when you plug something into an outlet that isn't very good. Those tubes on his suit pump Advil into his veins because of the never-ending migraines he gets from the buzzing.


A building. Indeed.


It's a bird! It's a plane! It's... yeah it's a plane. Dunno why anyone would think it's a bird really. Maybe they've never seen a bird.


Bunny bot. It is possible I don't know what rabbits look like.


This guy does something really cool, or something really gross. Your call.


WHARGARBL


Adventure! Also a horrible eye.


Hey, this claw robot is from before I stopped updating. You can tell because it is less crap that the rest of these (although that may be a side-effect of having a large claw for a torso).


Ladies!


Dorf! He had to get rid of the spear, that made me sad. Damn you encumbrance limits!


Ugly Dragins and Muscle Lady. They fight crime!


Robut criminal. Probably fights those guys above. You know he's a criminal cos he has a shady trenchcoat.


Space dog. Yes, that is what happens to dogs in space. That is why we stopped sending canines up there.


Yargh indeed skull king, yargh indeed.


The Oracle's betrayal will never be forgotten. NEVER.


Run tiny skull, run! This is what happened to dinos who died trying to outrun the meteor. Their bones are doomed to forever run while looking adorable. A terrible fate (the lesson here is to welcome all deadly meteors with open arms)


I'm pretty sure he could just step over, but it's very impolite to pass your robotic walker's crotch right over someone's head.


Let me tell you a secret: I don't know what all the tubes do.


The secret finale of Breaking Bad: METH ROBOT.


Skull camera. In the future, all the cool kids have one.


I don't know how this guy got so fat, dragging that cart around must be great exercise.


Dem guts.


Sad robot. Or just concerned. It's hard to tell when they have no eyebrows.


Magics yo.


Do not pay attention to his tiny legs. He will cut you.


These guys are actually brothers. Mother was a skateboarder, father was a toaster.


This is what I picture the endgame of the human centipede was supposed to be like. They just never get to finish it.



I believe there are more missing, but fear not! More sketches coming! I hope! Because people with money seem to get offended at the idea of sketching, and they try to stop me. Joke's on them though, you can still draw on money! Well, as long as they give me checks or old bills, because those waxy new bills are awful to draw on.

Monday, August 12, 2013

sketch round-up 25

Doot dee doot.
Sketchin'

Tuesday sketch! No, other tuesday. Yes. A large helmet suit person-thing, because nothing says 'science' like an impossibly large head.


Wednesday! More science!


THORSDAY! VIKING SPACE PROGRAM IS BEST PROGRAM. ALSO BEST SPACE. RARR.


Friday! So much science, it hurts. Also, science sometimes looks like candy as Sam pointed out.


Saturday! No science here. Just a mustache. Anything else is merely a figment of your imagination.


Sunday! See, there was so little science in that last one that we have regressed back to medieval times, and medieval times are full of really tiny oddly proportioned people for some reason.


Monday. Army mans/womans with large heads, because armymanning is a thinking man's jerb.



I lost track of the weeks.
Derp.

Monday, August 5, 2013

sketch round-up 24: sketchpocalysp

The daily sketches, they pile up. One day, the sketches will blot out the sun.
Then we will sketch in the shade.

Eventually we may have to go get some lamps or something though, because sketching in the shade is really straining on the eyes.
Anyway, here is my contribution to the impending sketchpocalysp:

Monday! Dr. Jones! No, not that Dr Jones. The other one. That one.


Sunday! A creature thing that looks like a pokemon. Getting sued in 3...2...1...


Saturday! Robobirdunicycle! Unicylobird! I don't know!


Friday! Once more, a glorious armored crotch.


THORSDAY!


Wednesday! A lady person! And Face!


Tuesday! A lizard man robot person! May or may not also be a lady, it's hard to tell with lizard man robot people.



Monday again! Yes, mondays are a thing that keeps happening. This one was made in a truck stop while eating the world's most amazing chicken sandwich.


Sunday! More travel sketches! This one was in a slightly larger truck stop.


Saturday! Metro sketches!


Friday! Bus sketches!


THORSDAY AGAIN! No vehicles were involved, unless someone turned my building into a vehicle while I wasn't looking, which would be awesome and now makes me sad that it isn't the case. Aw.


Wednesday! More lady persons! And a creepy hand.


BAM!
All caught up.
Week ten? Eleven? I can't tell anymore. It's kind of hard to see with all these sketches in the way.