I left the last entry up way too long, I know. I meant to take it down/switch it up before or right after my birthday, right after it snowed here.
It snowed here!
Lots of snow, for Seattle proper. While the rest of Seattle's fucked up driving retards slid around on three or four days of ice and snow, somehow thinking that four wheel drive made a difference or that they didn't pay high enough insurance premiums, I stayed home and built this kick-ass snow man.
Fear me petty humans!
I've been reading a lot of books on Mayan/Aztec culture lately.
Which he is only loosely inspired by (for example, he didn't have any human sacrfice (that I was aware of).
BUT HE IS TALL!
Well, he did ravage his landscape, like the Mayans. Check out the backgrounds and see the grass patch created by his birth.
AND HE IS STOIC!
In awe before his master and creator.
So, like all snow things in this northern west coast, global warming world, his time was short. I fully expected him to get pushed over in the night. By the way, people that push over snowmen, are jealous, black-hearted, art censoring minions of Satan, who have no love in their soul and tiny little dicks. Even if they're girls.
But, anyway, he didn't get pushed over, and warming temperatures (nature's conquering Spaniards) began to take its toll. First, his funky antler hat.
People whould stop by and photgraph him, it was awesome. Cars full of retarded Seattle drivers and their developmentally delayed passengers would slow even further down to gaze at his wonder.
Until, at last, he returned to the earth that spawned him.
His lump lasted through my birthday weekend (he was created Weds or Thurs, by actual birthday was the next Monday and I think he finally vanished Tues or Weds), long after all the other snow had melted.
In celebration, much fried chicken was consumed and much Ghost Recon was played.
In other, non-snowman related news, I am so close to completing a script I've been working on for a couple years or more. A short graphic novel having nothing to do with snowmen or Mayans, but everything to do with bio-mechanical monkeys, apple cores, and, like most things I write, crows.
At some point I'm going to illustrate it and I'll start posting panels. It's for online, I think. Otherwise, I have a long graphic novel project I'm currently setting up a sort-of proof of concept for, and a third that I might start illoing that I might have mentioned before; no snowmen, but plenty of girls, guns, and weirdness. For that I'll need some phot ref and more time. But don't we all. Need photo reference and time, I mean.
FEAR HIM!
It snowed here!
Lots of snow, for Seattle proper. While the rest of Seattle's fucked up driving retards slid around on three or four days of ice and snow, somehow thinking that four wheel drive made a difference or that they didn't pay high enough insurance premiums, I stayed home and built this kick-ass snow man.
Fear me petty humans!
I've been reading a lot of books on Mayan/Aztec culture lately.
Which he is only loosely inspired by (for example, he didn't have any human sacrfice (that I was aware of).
BUT HE IS TALL!
Well, he did ravage his landscape, like the Mayans. Check out the backgrounds and see the grass patch created by his birth.
AND HE IS STOIC!
In awe before his master and creator.
So, like all snow things in this northern west coast, global warming world, his time was short. I fully expected him to get pushed over in the night. By the way, people that push over snowmen, are jealous, black-hearted, art censoring minions of Satan, who have no love in their soul and tiny little dicks. Even if they're girls.
But, anyway, he didn't get pushed over, and warming temperatures (nature's conquering Spaniards) began to take its toll. First, his funky antler hat.
People whould stop by and photgraph him, it was awesome. Cars full of retarded Seattle drivers and their developmentally delayed passengers would slow even further down to gaze at his wonder.
Until, at last, he returned to the earth that spawned him.
His lump lasted through my birthday weekend (he was created Weds or Thurs, by actual birthday was the next Monday and I think he finally vanished Tues or Weds), long after all the other snow had melted.
In celebration, much fried chicken was consumed and much Ghost Recon was played.
In other, non-snowman related news, I am so close to completing a script I've been working on for a couple years or more. A short graphic novel having nothing to do with snowmen or Mayans, but everything to do with bio-mechanical monkeys, apple cores, and, like most things I write, crows.
At some point I'm going to illustrate it and I'll start posting panels. It's for online, I think. Otherwise, I have a long graphic novel project I'm currently setting up a sort-of proof of concept for, and a third that I might start illoing that I might have mentioned before; no snowmen, but plenty of girls, guns, and weirdness. For that I'll need some phot ref and more time. But don't we all. Need photo reference and time, I mean.
FEAR HIM!
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Thanks for the Pan support. That film group kills me because I'm such a movie geek and feel so strongly about my film-related opinions, but nobody in that damn group seems to agree with me! And of course that one guy decided to pick a couple fights with me in a row, and I take them way too seriously... So I've kind of stayed away from that group, which makes me sad.
I've never had ribs before, I hope you enjoyed them as much as I enjoyed my big ol' plate of quesadillas!