A Matter of Vernacular

While we are sending the papers up to our printer, I figured I would upload this week's comic to the blog as well! About to leave so I'll leave you to it.

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Beepin' and Boopin': Jolly Denominationalization Day!

Beepin' and Boopin': Jolly Denominationalization Day!: Because recycling makes for funny.

Jolly Denominationalization Day!

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Because recycling makes for funny.

Beepin' and Boopin': Comic Strip Catch-Up

Beepin' and Boopin': Comic Strip Catch-Up: "Not much time to write anything for this entry, but I did want to share the last two weeks worth of Dino Bytes comics. Enjoy!"

Comic Strip Catch-Up

Not much time to write anything for this entry, but I did want to share the last two weeks worth of Dino Bytes comics. Enjoy!

You will eat what your mother cooks while you are living under my cave! (Click for larger view)

The bigger it is, the bigger the cute factor. (Click for larger view)

Aquatic Resentment and MURDER MYSTERIES

Okay, not real murder.  And it's not that big of a mystery.  Just more art that I am working on that I can not show yet! The good people over at the Pixelation boards have a yearly secret santa picture gift exchange and the names were just drawn this week, so I had fun this weekend researching and progressing on the gift I will be giving.

For the sake of aw-what the heck, why not here was what I made for Ryumaru for Pixelation's 2009 Secret Santa:

To see what this pays homage check the sketch comparison found HERE and ask anyone younger than 30 year old what Charizard looks like or, here, let me google that for you for the direct effect.

His wish was for a picture along the lines of this criteria:

I LOVE pokemon : D  //  Charizard, Scizor, Lugia, Suicune, Typholosion, Crobat ahh I could list so many but im sure thats enough for now :p  //  Other than that I like .... Art materials. Old holland and rembrandt paints, winsor and newton monarch brushes etc.  //  If your feeling adventurous some favorite old timey artists include Rembrandt, Vermeer, Caravaggio, Giovanni Boldini, Antonio Mancini."

And I say more art I can not show yet because I'm reuniting with the magnanimous, smashing, altogether exceptional FORGE adventure game team, Quill O' The Wisp, to chisel more pixel art so we can finish chapter 1.  I had to take an extended siesta after a stint of having too much on my plate to keep up with working on game graphics. But in due time we will finish in due time and be able to share our magnificent game with the world! Until then, it stays locked up.

But while I'm here, I hate to make a post without a little visual gratification to peddle out to you faithful (just go with it, I won't notice) near-dozen-strong followers! Here is this week's Dino Bytes comic:

Sharks hate plesiosauruses.  Plesiosauri? Pleseosaggles? (click image to enlarge)

Beepin' and Boopin': Feather Rex

Beepin' and Boopin': Feather Rex: What the REAL new face of the T-Rex looks like. Now with more zazz.

Feather Rex

I recently came across this posting on Geekologie that announced a recent scientific theory that the T-Rex had feathers all over its body.  As gut-wrenchingly-not-awesome-looking as Deinonychus / Velociraptors turned out looking like after they discovered their feathers.  I was completely content in my Stephen Spielberg molded world of scaly thunder lizards without fur, then SCIENCE had to come in waving its matter-of-fact bubble-popping stick and makes the world a little less mystical.

In an effort to belittle the beast I once revered as awesome and not-stupid-looking (I even got over the tiny arms - our relationship transcended physical ridiculousness boundaries), I decided to do my own rendition of the Featherpillowsaurus' likeness:

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After finishing, I took the liberty of ripping myself off by recycling the image into this week's Dino Bytes comic for The Springfield Paper / The Outlook.

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This comic is also a struggling defense excuse my brain fabricated about what really happened surrounding this 'discovery'.  It's obvious that a T-Rex's jerk co-workers at the lab were just trying to punk him for a cheap laugh.

Dino Bytes Weekly Comic

Been pushing myself to do a comic for the paper I work at every week for personal fun.

Here are the most recent ones:

Sweatersaurus (Click to see full detail)

Parental Advice (Click to see full detail)

Shooting Meteors (Click to see full detail)

Social Network Games (Click to see full detail)

Happy anniversary of the day you made your bloody entrance, Yula!

Not so much art related so much as celebrating the fact that I kept something alive for as long as I have!

My daughter Yula turns 2 on October 24th s we got her portraits done at Sears. There might have been watermarks on some of these, but because their prices ought to be outright theft, I figured I would return the favor for the sake of sharing them with family.

Love me. NOW!

This was the best shot we got that day.

This might innocently be viewed as a cute picture, and you wouldn't be wrong to assume that it was.  But the reality of the situation is that we had to plop her into that cauldron because she refused to be anywhere within sight of that demon photographer and her hell-spun minion that goes by the name of Large Studio Flash Bulb.

The Count would have been proud, but I think he would have had to destroy the extra squash in an OCD rage.

Dino Rage

Here is my contribution to the web comic world.  I don't want to get too attached, though, so I only made one frame.

If I were a dinosaur, I think I would do more than just yell at our current neighbors, with their pension for yelling at their small children on the lawn at 2am. (right click -> view image to see more detail)

This originated from trying to get my nearly-two-year-old daughter to eat in some strange and unrelated way. We were trying to get her to eat her dinner, but all she wanted to do was stomp around with her arms tucked up into her chest roaring like a dinosaur.  Trying to coax her with the idea that all dinosaurs LOVE roast beef, a spasm in my brain that told me I had to make a propaganda poster to tell kids whatever message I wanted by exploiting how awesome dinosaurs are.

At first the plan was to have a T-Rex shredding into a piece of pizza with cheese gooping off of his teeth and a glazed look in his eyes and the bold statement running alongside it that blatantly read:

"DINOSAURS F#@*ING LOVE PIZZA".

Thinking back on it though, I think broccoli would be funnier. That's just absurd.


After working on the line-art and getting into working with the references I wound up liking the design of this raptorish guy, and the pose was just right for a crotchety old man so this ended up being the case.

The originally intended piece and many millions of recycled copies of this dinosaur wearing different costumes will definitely be in tow.

Miscellany and some unfinished pieces

From time to time I'll make something and not get a chance to revisit it.  Ok it happens a lot, but in the constant pursuit of expanding a portfolio and in an effort to make funny pictures, it is the nature of the game.

Here are a few of those things that really don't fall into any respectably useful category. Distractions and diversions from productivity I guess.

Afro Duck don't take no shit. His calm gaze wrecks families. I had originally wanted to add many more states to this badass motha' of a duck, but ended up just stopping at 3.

I just had to see what it would look like. The fact that I made this was the cause for whatever I was doing at the time not getting done. Thanks a lot, Abe...

This has been in my Works-In-Progress folder for months.  Just haven't gotten back to it yet, which makes my face sad.

Bliss. Unfinished pixel art scene.

Foreword and Backeword.

In an effort to establish a home for my wayward projects and misfit 'art' projects, I have adopted this blogger page to be my scrap receptacle.

First came the vector portraits of my wife and baby, then came the mustaches, then the haiku happened unexpectedly with the rest of it.

The Beepin' and Boopin' headline derives itself from a discussion I had with my wife, N'Lou, in which I came to the shattering conclusion that the thoughts in my head don't really extend deeper than what I'm projecting, and that 90% of the time I'm basically a floating robot eyepod moving from point A to point B beepin' and boopin' along the way. This blog will be the conveyor-belt footed data collecting microphone robot that records the aforementioned boops and beeps, and the occasional bleep and sweep.

I never quite expect when and where the mood will strike to create useless designs, but they sure are fun. Usually they involve photo manipulations of my almost-two-year-old daughter.  I think she has more of an online personality than I do at this point...

Should you find delight in my posts and wish to leave a comment or follow me, I would be flattered and tickled just knowing my pixels have not gone to waste!

And if you like my work and would like to commission me for work or just provide me with a fun request to pit myself against then you are wholly endorsed to do that right now. Go!