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This is just like my tumblr, except with more words.

Friday, April 7, 2017

Do these things expire? I AM SCARED

There's a lot of words on this blog.
It would be sad if it died.
Or maybe good?
Who knows.
I think that's how it works?
You should look at my tumblr though, it's got so much stuff but less words because I am lazy old man now.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Impractically large sketch dump, part one

Turns out that when you combine a somewhat boring job with large files over a network, there is a lot of time spent staring into space. Eventually you stare at space so hard it starts to tear, and since I don't want to get blamed for the next time some tentacular horror bursts through the fabric of reality, I have put that time to use by drawing things. Silly silly things.

Actually I think I drew this page before I got bored at work. Oh those were the days, when instead of sitting at work all day sketching I would instead sit in my office all day sketching.

This one too maybe? Look, time is a difficult concept when most of your days are spent doing the same thing five times over because reasons. But hey, look, it's a robot knight thing. It robots and it knights, all at the same time. Oh the marvels of technology.

Oh wait, this is from the previous job, the one that was exciting. I tend to forget that all jobs involve lots of staring off into space. The tentacular horrors? They never forget. They wait. Hence swords and car things. The car thing is to flee in terror when the sword fails miserably.

Helmets. Helmets are pretty cool. At some point I'll just start wearing one in public. Eventually it'll catch on, and then mankind will prosper in its behelmeted metal glory, only to be wiped out by one inconvenient thunderstorm because wearing pointy metal hats in dodgy weather is not exactly the most optimal evolutionary strategy.

Yes, his shoulder patch says A-1. He's a barbecue sauce collector. Turns out they only made like three gallons of the stuff, so whenever someone eats it, collectors are sent to retrieve it by any means necessary. It involves techno-turkey-baster-looking tools as you can see.

You thought impractical pointy helmets were cool? Get a load of impractical techno helmets! It's got even more metals bits and bobs that get in the way and attract that ire of the lightning gods. Yes, all of them, except Thor. He's really big into metal helmets, which is a fact no one would have ever suspected.

I draw a lot of these desert garage things. They're actually all in a line, fixing cars in sequence as they continually break down from their expertly calculated shoddy work.

By the time science invents holographic locator thingies, we'll have lost the technology to make helmets that allow you to turn your head. Hence the need for all the holographic locator thingies.

Skeletons and robots. It's like a thing that combines with another thing to make a better thing. If only there was some sort of well known analogy to describe this sort of thing.

Technomug. That is all.

I keep drawing things that can only move in straight lines. That's right, I hold the firm belief that large people, waterfalls, leaves, bicycles and floating heads can't turn.

I got nothing for this one.

Jar Brain and Crocosnake! They fight crime! Well not at the moment as Crocosnake enjoys delicious ice cream, but eventually crime is fought. The efficiency of said fighting remains in question.

That's what pirates will look like in the future. I know, it is a bleak, bleak future indeed.

This government loudspeaker robot is there to warn the people that there is a spitting floating skull about. See, the government cares. Also I am now somewhat disappointed that my tax dollars don't go towards putting robotic spider legs on things.

Completely unrelated, but I sort of forgot to eat.

Viking spider bot is not in fact a spider bot. It's what happens to technovikings when they get beheaded, which is why no one ever beheads technovikings.

Stay tuned for part two, because apparently jobs are a thing you need to keep showing up to every day.
I know, I was as shocked as you when they told me.

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Archambault and old things

The other day while we were working oh so very hard by watching youtube (it's essential, I assure you), the Archambault ad I worked on came up on the youtube ad thing. It is quite possibly the first time ever I haven't skipped one of those youtube ads.
However, since 97.3% of mankind will skip those as a knee jerk reflex, here is our ad in all its poorly vimeo compressed glory (it's supposed to look all sharp and stuff, but vimeo has a policy against sharpness and we got a notice saying our video was made blurrier, along with a frowny face):

Also here's the first batch of cintiq sketches. Sketching. On a screen. It's weird (and I only fixed the jitter glitch halfway through).

And while I'm at it here is all the old things from before the holidays back when I was busy not doing anything cool:

An animal with a weird butt. Yes, there are other things on this page, like a sweet skull robot, but let's face it, it's that weird butt that's going to haunt your dreams when you close your eyes tonight.

Random sketchifying at the studio.

A cintiq face. It's a face made on a cintiq, not a cintiq with a face. That would be weird, drawing on something's face (it would probably feel very natural for frat boys, perhaps that's the push they need to get into art).

Another face, because there's a lot of people out there with faces. It's crazy.

Behold the many pages of scribbles! Some may even resemble the mythical etchings known as "drawings"

Goblinweek update next week, because apparently this week is goblinweek, which raises the question of why there aren't more goblinweeks in a year.

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.

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: (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.


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).


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.