October 19, 2014

Surfing BMO
There was a disturbing lack of results for “BMO on a surfboard” and I needed to practice with Illustrator. This is the first thing I’ve made with it, and I’m not quite comfortable with the interface yet, which is why the animated part of this is so basic. 
adventuretime is such a great thing to be able to share with my kids, my son and I have even started collecting the comic books. He’s four years old and every issue is in a bag with a sleeve in his short box. I AM SO PROUD. (Though. tbh. Dad here should have done some quick math and realized what the back collection was going to run when we started at issue 20.)
Thanks, Mr. Ward & Co., your show rocks.

Surfing BMO

There was a disturbing lack of results for “BMO on a surfboard” and I needed to practice with Illustrator. This is the first thing I’ve made with it, and I’m not quite comfortable with the interface yet, which is why the animated part of this is so basic. 

adventuretime is such a great thing to be able to share with my kids, my son and I have even started collecting the comic books. He’s four years old and every issue is in a bag with a sleeve in his short box. I AM SO PROUD. (Though. tbh. Dad here should have done some quick math and realized what the back collection was going to run when we started at issue 20.)

Thanks, Mr. Ward & Co., your show rocks.

October 4, 2014

Skull 2.0
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?

“I’m afraid that if you look at a thing long enough, it loses all of its meaning.”

Skull 2.0

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?

I’m afraid that if you look at a thing long enough, it loses all of its meaning.”

September 27, 2014

we’re all chasing something
the moon is chasing the earth, the earth is chasing the sun, the sun is chasing a massive black hole.. a flaming ball just circling the cosmic drain
hide and seek - tag, you’re it

Then she clothed her in a specially prepared and consecrated garment. It was not of the same pattern as those of the Order; it was a loose vestment of pale blue covered with silver tissue; and the secret sigils of the moon were woven cunningly upon its hem. It was frail, but of great volume; and the effect was that the wearer seemed to be wrapped in a mist of moonlight.

LIBER LXXXI - The Butterfly Net, Aleister Crowley 

we’re all chasing something

the moon is chasing the earth, the earth is chasing the sun, the sun is chasing a massive black hole.. a flaming ball just circling the cosmic drain

hide and seek - tag, you’re it

Then she clothed her in a specially prepared and consecrated garment. It was not of the same pattern as those of the Order; it was a loose vestment of pale blue covered with silver tissue; and the secret sigils of the moon were woven cunningly upon its hem. It was frail, but of great volume; and the effect was that the wearer seemed to be wrapped in a mist of moonlight.

LIBER LXXXI - The Butterfly Net, Aleister Crowley 

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