"C'est un piège!"

And as we draw ever closer to Halloween, I present yet another costume!

2008's majestic Admiral Ackbar.

Made from a tan t-shirt, an old sweatshirt, two sponges, some markers, a lab coat and some gardening gloves.

"Your Mavis Beacon can't handle wpm of this magnitude!"


Here's me shaping the head over a volley-ball.







"Take evasive action!"

More unpainted sculpture . . .

Here's a bird I gifted to my mum.

It's a Chickadee.

In order to retain the shape of delicate protrusions (e.g., the beak, the legs, etc.), sculpt them ahead of time and bake them by themselves. Then they'll be rigid when you need to add them to the finished piece. This works GREAT with sharp spines and teeth!

Deep-fried alligator on a stick

I have eaten said food, and it has been deemed delicious.

I made a trip out to the Arkansas State Fair. My arteries are now rock solid, but I tried some very interesting food, and learned a lot about alligators and how to effectively frighten small children with alligators. It's been a good week, I'll try to update a little more regularly.

Here is another poem crafted during my trip to Guatemala. It was inspired by maggots, and thus, as an entomologist, it is very close to my heart. The way maggots will literally be when I expire. =D
Enjoy:

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Fly

Fly so kindly, fly so dainty,
Sculler silver winged,
Casting hums across the void,
With lutes both silver stringed.

Fly so hollow, fly so ugly,
Costume made of bones,
Your music only plays,
for weathered kings on rotting thrones.

Mourning jester, frantic dervish,
Wailing to and fro,
Playing when the banquet ends,
Where few else dare to go.

Fly who glistens, fly who shines,
The last light there for them,
Cry forth to all as you let fall,
Your pale requiem.

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Based on a game of "sentence-picture-sentence"

Most people ask for an explanation of the shirt when I wear it, but I find that thinking about the logic detracts from the magic. I usually just say that Batman got the clap from one of Kermit's hos

Three men are playing golf. . .

. . . One of the men happens to be Moses. He tees off, and the wind carries his ball far left where it falls into a pond. The other men laugh at his misfortune but he puts up a hand to silence them. "I got this," he says confidently. Moses plunges his golf-club into the pond, parting the waters like a miniature, duck-infested Red Sea, and he hits the ball out of the now dry pond bed and onto the green.

The second player is Jesus. He tees off, and the same wind brings him similar misfortune, but Jesus' ball remains afloat on the water. He smugly jogs over, stepping on the surface of the pond, and chips his ball up onto the green.

The last man licks his finger and holds it aloft to gauge the wind. He hits the ball in exactly the same manner, and it to is whisked towards the pond . . . but before it hits the surface, an enormous fish leaps from the water and eats the ball. Before the fish even has a chance to hit the water again, a majestic eagle snatches the fish and starts to fly away with it. As the eagle flies over the green, lightning flashes down and kills the bird instantly, causing it to drop the fish. The golf-ball rolls out of the fishes mouth and into the hole for a hole-in-one.

With a sour look on his face, Jesus then turns around and says: "We're not playing like that, dad!"

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And now for your listening pleasure, another theologically themed piece entitled "God's Song," written by Randy Newman, and performed by yours truly:

Old Comics

Here's some old comic-ing from Highschool:
 

I tried to do a series of these, but this was the only remotely funny one. Then that whole Geico thing happened and Homo erectus wasn't funny anymore.

October

Time for more costumes!

The Spirit of Jazz
from the show "The Mighty Boosh"


Halloween 2009

The character in the show is to Jazz, what Satan is to Rock and Roll.









Here's a shot of just the face make up.

And here's me about to eat Peter Parker's brains