Running Low

My well of previous works is slowly but surely drying up, and soon I'll no longer be able to maintain the pace at which I've been posting. I'm still producing art but only a little bit at a time seeing as it's a hobby and not a career. I will keep this site for as long as possible, and even if I go months between, I'll still update it when I can.

For now, I hope you'll be satisfied with whatever you think this is supposed to be:

I drew it for my cousin who wanted me to draw a wolf, but I instead tried to draw anything but a wolf, and still have the picture look like one. It's almost like one of those hidden picture drawings you find in Highlights magazine at the Dentist's office. How many objects can you find!!

Ant jokes. Hilarious.

Please click to enlarge.
In order to better understand the punchline, just read up on the awesome behavior of these ants.
(C. cylindricus is in the same species complex as C. saundersi)

Koyoten von Weltraum

If I'm not mistaken, it means "Coyote of Outer-space" in German, which happens to be the name of the piece I'll be presenting to you today.

This song was written in 2009 by rock wizard Remy Chan and myself, and we recorded this take just last summer (2010). The recording is dropped 1.5 half steps to give my voice a grittier sound. It could stand to be cleaned up a fair amount but it's quite close to what I'd like the end result to sound like.




Here are the lyrics:

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Gather 'round folks, let me tell you a story
'bout a time in the future where I once have been.
Was a little caballera near Alpha Centauri,
runnin' from the law 'cause she killed 20 men.
At her call was a man made of alloyed steel,
killed for creds cause it was his trade.
Sent to kill the girl, but he fell in love,
so he packed his guns and he changed his ways.
She was there for him, he was by her side.
Hits on their heads, they were forced to hide;
just a gal and her tin man. . . tryin' to stay alive.

Droid and cowgirl chased like game
by the hunter they'd been assigned:
half-man, half-fox, red hair like flames,
and he went by the name of Valentine.
His gun, "cupid," shot plasma beams.
Never went for the head always shot for the heart.
Didn't quite matter where he laid his aim
'cause that damned thing could blow trains apart.
On Hades-6 he finally caught their smell,
and on the barren rock where many men had fell,
he chased them across. . . the plains of hell.

They ran as they could but he quickly gained
when they sheltered each other from the acid rains
that fell all night. . . at Back-Bone Ridge,
And the gorge at the ridge was a mile wide
and they tried to flee to the other side
across the old train line. . . the only bridge,
But the fox was there he had chased enough.
The bot stepped in front to protect his love;
he clenched his iron chin. . . and said "Let the duel begin!"
The girl protested with dread on her face
and Valentine shot on his second pace
so the cyborg would not win. . . but she took the blast for him.

His eyes grew red
with molten tears,
let forth a cry
hollow and fierce.
Drips of blood
on the metal man
flecked the ground
as he madly ran.
He clashed with the fox in a death embrace
of titanic proportions, blasting lasers
split the sky like a violet edge
as they both soared off of the canyon's ledge.

Red dust shifted on a stale wind
and settled on the hot and lifeless land,
but a silver claw rose and from over the lip
came the tall android, a severed head in his hand.
Valentine vanquished and lover avenged,
he wrenched and tore at his body's case,
found the last living part that made him a man
and with his dying act hurled it into space.
You can still see it there shining midst the stars.
Take heed these words I do impart:
Never second guess the love. . . from a steel heart.

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In addition, here's a rendering of my take on the climactic scene of the piece:

 Click for full size, and proportionate majesty.

Noise

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       As I walked one dreary evening,

       Trundling though a wooded glen,

       I felt a strange and awkward presence

       Mumbling each now and then.

       This mumbling soon grew into

       A deeply bodied growl,

       Coming from a place nearby,

       Put forth by something foul.

       "Stop!" I said so loudly

       I could see my voice appear

       Wavering in the pitch black,

       I spoke again as it drew near.

       "What are you fiend? Why bother me

       With constant vicious groans?

       Have you come to prey on me

       And pick clean all my bones?

       Why do you growl so?

       Are you a ghoul with skin of gray,

       Or perhaps a succubus

       Here to drink my soul away?

       Stop grumbling you unknown brute,

       You ruthless carnivore!

       Be you changing lycanthrope

       Or twice mouthed manticore?

       What mythic beast could roar as such,

       To shake my very person?

       And since I can not see you,

       My confusion only worsens."

       "Well what are you?" the voice then said,

       "Have you claw or hand?"

       "I," I said, "Am hungry . . .

       Oh now I understand."

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The Presidents of Yesterday . . .

. . . TODAY!!!!!!

Here's the first of a string of themed comic gags:

I plan on doing more, but I need to stop worrying about the jokes not making sense because time-traveling presidents is already a stretch. More to come I hope!

Happy Halloween!

A day late, I know, but I hope that everyone had a wonderful weekend filled with good company, zany antics, and most importantly, a fair amount of frightening small children. I find this last bit to be the most important aspect of the entire holiday.

I had such a blast over the entire weekend that I'm already looking forward to next year's Halloween, though the upcoming holiday season is definitely worth getting excited over as well. If there truly is anything better than scaring trick-or-treaters, it's family and mashed potatoes.

 Lysergic Acid (LSD) and God.

    The many faces (and mouths) of dropping acid:





That does happen to be the actual chemical structure reconstructed with some distressingly furry pipe cleaners. I was quite proud of the face paint which I don't think is half bad for being self-administered.

I need a dremel!

Here's the pumpkin I carved last weekend!!

It was a white-skinned pumpkin about the size of a head, so I couldn't pass up the chance to make a skull.

I used an assortment of knives, but primarily a dremel which I had never used before. For those who don't know, a dremel is a rotary power tool with various sanding and drilling bits usually used for metal working, jewelery making. . . etc.

It'd be pretty sweet to light it on fire and make a headless horseman costume =)