Friday, June 24, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Artist Trading Cards!
I'm working on an ongoing series of Trading Cards.
Each card is 2" x 3" smooth bristol paper, a standard trading card size.
I'm doing original pen and ink drawings of things that I like, could be anything.
The idea is to get these into people's hands, no matter who they are, because I want to share my scribblings with anyone who will look.
So, if you're interested in one of these cards, here's what you have to do.
Send me an e-mail (lilsluggy at gmail dot com) or find me on twitter (@rexplode) with the subject "Art Card Request" and we'll go from there.
I'm going to pick the card for you myself from the assortment, sorry no requests, but if you like the pictures I've posted on my blog and around the web I promise you'll like the cards.
Every one will be unique and while some subjects may repeat no 2 cards will be the same.
First come, first served, but I will continue to make these things until no one wants them.
Each card is 2" x 3" smooth bristol paper, a standard trading card size.
I'm doing original pen and ink drawings of things that I like, could be anything.
The idea is to get these into people's hands, no matter who they are, because I want to share my scribblings with anyone who will look.
So, if you're interested in one of these cards, here's what you have to do.
Send me an e-mail (lilsluggy at gmail dot com) or find me on twitter (@rexplode) with the subject "Art Card Request" and we'll go from there.
I'm going to pick the card for you myself from the assortment, sorry no requests, but if you like the pictures I've posted on my blog and around the web I promise you'll like the cards.
Every one will be unique and while some subjects may repeat no 2 cards will be the same.
First come, first served, but I will continue to make these things until no one wants them.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Imaginext Toy Review up @ Infinite Hollywood
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
A Tale of Magic and Woe, set in an Arby's Restaurant. Part 1
It had been a long day at work and Clarence the Sheep was exhausted. He'd spent the last 4 hours combing through page after page of calculations looking for a $45 accounting error and then, just when he'd found the problem, his boss had announced that the cost analysis department declared solving the problem was "NCE".
Not. Cost. Effective.
Clarence'd headed straight out the door the minute his shift was up and made a bee-line for the closest artery-clogging fast food he could find. Arby's. He decided Arby's would be his Grayhaven, his shelter from the last 8 hours of hell he'd spent rifling through stacks of paper with his aching hooves.
Clarence considered dropping into a liquor store on the way to the roast beef menagerie but a split second before he clicked the turn signal on he saw a familiar car in the Arby's parking lot. He couldn't put his hoof on it but something inside of Clarence told him his day was about to get better. It hit him only seconds before his eyes took in a wonderful sight: That was Ferdinand's car!
Ferdinand the Monkey had been Clarence the Sheep's best friend at his previous job and it had been almost entirely because of Ferdinand that Clarence had stayed at the little framing shop for 3 years before moving on to his current work place. Almost every day, pulling into his personal parking space in his company car, Clarence had questioned if the extra pay and perks were worth the loss of his best friend.
"Ferdy!" Clarence tried very hard to sound as if no time had passed since they'd last seen each other. In reality it had been almost 3 years and had felt like 10. A full 5 seconds passed before Ferdinand, an impish grin on his face, turned around and launched himself onto Clarence with his arms wide open. The sheep in a suit had shed 3 tears before he realized what was going on but Ferdinand the Monkey was kind enough not to point them out. The truth was he'd cried 4 tears himself in the 5 seconds between Clarence calling his name and the mighty monkey-hug they'd shared.
The less time he spent thinking about crying the less likely he was to re-open the floodgates.
Not. Cost. Effective.
Clarence'd headed straight out the door the minute his shift was up and made a bee-line for the closest artery-clogging fast food he could find. Arby's. He decided Arby's would be his Grayhaven, his shelter from the last 8 hours of hell he'd spent rifling through stacks of paper with his aching hooves.
Clarence considered dropping into a liquor store on the way to the roast beef menagerie but a split second before he clicked the turn signal on he saw a familiar car in the Arby's parking lot. He couldn't put his hoof on it but something inside of Clarence told him his day was about to get better. It hit him only seconds before his eyes took in a wonderful sight: That was Ferdinand's car!
Ferdinand the Monkey had been Clarence the Sheep's best friend at his previous job and it had been almost entirely because of Ferdinand that Clarence had stayed at the little framing shop for 3 years before moving on to his current work place. Almost every day, pulling into his personal parking space in his company car, Clarence had questioned if the extra pay and perks were worth the loss of his best friend.
"Ferdy!" Clarence tried very hard to sound as if no time had passed since they'd last seen each other. In reality it had been almost 3 years and had felt like 10. A full 5 seconds passed before Ferdinand, an impish grin on his face, turned around and launched himself onto Clarence with his arms wide open. The sheep in a suit had shed 3 tears before he realized what was going on but Ferdinand the Monkey was kind enough not to point them out. The truth was he'd cried 4 tears himself in the 5 seconds between Clarence calling his name and the mighty monkey-hug they'd shared.
The less time he spent thinking about crying the less likely he was to re-open the floodgates.
A Tale of Magic and Woe, set in an Arby's Restaurant, part 5
His mind spun as he tried desperately to comprehend what had just taken place. One minute Clarence and Ferdinand were distant friends trying to catch up where they'd left off years ago; seconds later a screaming duck named Fauntleroy was taking aim with a freshly reloaded shotgun, intent on claiming a chocolate turnover, Ferdinand's life, or both.
Clarence reached to the small of his back and felt the comforting shape of the enchanted Narnian dagger that his sister had given him for Hanuka a couple of years ago. She'd worked as a set dresser on "The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe" and had snatched it from James McAvoy's dressing room while he was in makeup with the intention of selling it as memorabilia. She'd been disappointed when it wouldn't show up in pictures making it impossible to list effectively on ebay. Charlene (Clarence's sister) had gifted it to Clarence with a note that said simply "cause you're a nerd". He had kept it on a shelf for a while next to his Sonic Screwdriver until he discovered, completely accidentally, that it was enchanted to obey the commands of it's owner.
Fauntleroy seethed with anger and the twin barrels of the shotgun shook visibly. The angry duck's face was covered by a death mask of frustration, madness and sloth bits. Clarence knew he had only seconds to act, to diffuse the situation. He also knew that if worst came to worst he wouldn't hesitate to use his magical dagger on the fowl who'd been the cause of so many of his life's problems. He lifted the back of his shirt and whispered "hover" to the dagger which smoothly lifted itself out of the sheath strapped to his back. It hung in the air silently, awaiting instructions from it's master, while Clarence prepared himself to "talk down" the fowl who was threatening his friend's life.
"Fauntleroy." Clarence said calmly. The duck shifted his aim violently towards his former employee and snarled "Have you ever heard of a sandwich shop that didn't have pickles of any kind?". Clarence didn't know what to say so he ignored the question. "What do you want Fauntleroy? What can we do to make this ok?" Clarence hoped he could get Fauntleroy to calm down, to listen to reason, but he knew deep down that the only likely resolution would involve more bloodshed.
"I only want what was promised to me." Fauntleroy motioned towards the brown paper bag Ferdinand held close and snorted. If Clarence hadn't been watching it happen he'd have sworn an angry bull had made the sound and he had to stifle a laugh despite the tense situation. Ferdinand immediately thrust the bag towards his boss, wanting nothing more than to get out of the situation with his health intact, but the sudden movement startled the elderly duck. His trigger finger tightened, both hammers fell and there was a crash of noise loud enough to deafen a god. Clarence blinked away a pair of involuntary tears. Where his best friend had stood there was only a slowly dissipating cloud of shredded brown paper, pastry crust, burned beef and bits of brown fur.
Clarence reached to the small of his back and felt the comforting shape of the enchanted Narnian dagger that his sister had given him for Hanuka a couple of years ago. She'd worked as a set dresser on "The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe" and had snatched it from James McAvoy's dressing room while he was in makeup with the intention of selling it as memorabilia. She'd been disappointed when it wouldn't show up in pictures making it impossible to list effectively on ebay. Charlene (Clarence's sister) had gifted it to Clarence with a note that said simply "cause you're a nerd". He had kept it on a shelf for a while next to his Sonic Screwdriver until he discovered, completely accidentally, that it was enchanted to obey the commands of it's owner.
Fauntleroy seethed with anger and the twin barrels of the shotgun shook visibly. The angry duck's face was covered by a death mask of frustration, madness and sloth bits. Clarence knew he had only seconds to act, to diffuse the situation. He also knew that if worst came to worst he wouldn't hesitate to use his magical dagger on the fowl who'd been the cause of so many of his life's problems. He lifted the back of his shirt and whispered "hover" to the dagger which smoothly lifted itself out of the sheath strapped to his back. It hung in the air silently, awaiting instructions from it's master, while Clarence prepared himself to "talk down" the fowl who was threatening his friend's life.
"Fauntleroy." Clarence said calmly. The duck shifted his aim violently towards his former employee and snarled "Have you ever heard of a sandwich shop that didn't have pickles of any kind?". Clarence didn't know what to say so he ignored the question. "What do you want Fauntleroy? What can we do to make this ok?" Clarence hoped he could get Fauntleroy to calm down, to listen to reason, but he knew deep down that the only likely resolution would involve more bloodshed.
"I only want what was promised to me." Fauntleroy motioned towards the brown paper bag Ferdinand held close and snorted. If Clarence hadn't been watching it happen he'd have sworn an angry bull had made the sound and he had to stifle a laugh despite the tense situation. Ferdinand immediately thrust the bag towards his boss, wanting nothing more than to get out of the situation with his health intact, but the sudden movement startled the elderly duck. His trigger finger tightened, both hammers fell and there was a crash of noise loud enough to deafen a god. Clarence blinked away a pair of involuntary tears. Where his best friend had stood there was only a slowly dissipating cloud of shredded brown paper, pastry crust, burned beef and bits of brown fur.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Mecha Turtle and Co.
I did it for Infinite Hollywood's Freschetta Pizza contest but I didn't have any ink to finish it up!
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