Sunday, September 30, 2007

The Greatest Gift You Can Give A Bedwetter



Another compulsive sticker design. I originally did the bedwetter collage a few years ago. I ran across it the other day and figured it'd make a cool sticker. The original collage had a lot of grey in the beer can, so that got redesigned a bit and I threw in some Vlad Diablo references. And it gives me an excuse to test out another sticker printing company.

Monday, September 17, 2007

Cleveland Illustrators

Things are starting to click with the Cleveland Illustrators meetings aka Creative Smackdown. Cleveland Illustrators should be up and running soon. It's been really slow going, but it IS coming together, which makes me happy. And eventually we'll be up to full speed soon. I've cranked out a few doodles for the weekly themes. Eventually this stuff will be up on the Cleveland Illustrators site.

And if you're interested in being a part of the deal, we meet at the Winking Lizard in Lakewood around 6. Or just keep your eyes peeled for more Cleveland Illustrators stuff attacking the interweb.
Check out the work of some of the regulars...

Lee Norris
Quovada "Q" Bass
Hank Dutton
Helen Griffin
And you oughtta know where to find my stuff...

STONE AGE COMPUTER ACCESSORIES






THINGS NOT TO DO ON A FIRST DATE







HAIR METAL BAND




THINGS FOUND ON THE CLEARANCE AISLE

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Savage Monsters Seeks Assistant Intern



I've always joked that I need an assistant or college intern. And even went as far as making up an application. I've had a few people fill them out, but oddly, nobody wants to do my crap work for free.

Stickers







I really need to get some software to clear off all the multiple files I've got on my computer. Seems like I spend my weekends just weeding through my old stuff instead of creating new stuff. I found a bunch of Savage Monsters sticker designs that never got finished and/or printed. Maybe one day I'll be organized and have money to print stickers. I need to start circulating my application for an intern again.

Monday, September 03, 2007

Savage TV

Been sloooowly working on Savage TV. Maybe one day I'll get it all together. Just need some story lines, animation, music, sound effects and stuff and it's done. No sweat.

Illustration Friday: Alphabets



I've been meaning to do another set of these, but too many other projects come up. The interactive version is at SavageMonsters.

Sunday, September 02, 2007

Moving to St. Louis

When I was a kid about 5 or 6 years old, there was kid down the street who constantly pestered me to play with him. And I usually did, sometimes grumbling about it. You always knew it was Robbie at the door. He would lean on the doorbell and let it ring for 10 or 15 seconds at a time. I always sort of thought Robbie was stupid. Of course, he was 2 years younger than me. At that age, 2 years is a humongous amount of time. I had nearly a whole lifetime experience more than him. And besides, I'd rather play with Kirk, the kid up the street who was my age. Kirk and I were best friends. And by age 9 or 10 it became obvious that he couldn't stand me. But that's a different story.

I didn't mind playing with Robbie every once in awhile, but he was really wearing me down. I needed a break from him. So I came up with a plan. We were playing in the front yard and I said, "After next week, you won't be able to play with me anymore." I took a pause. He looked up at me with big, hurt, blue eyes. I finished off with, "We're moving to St. Louis." He started crying and ran home. I was expecting more of the 4 year old equivalent of "bummer dude."I hadn't planned on that. And there was much more coming that I hadn't planned on.

My plan was to give him a reason to not come leaning on our doorbell and I could get a break from playing with him. And a week or so later, if I saw him out on the street or he saw me, I could say, "Guess what? We decided not to move to St. Louis." No damage done.

Later in the week, neighbors started calling my parent asking about the move to St. Louis. They were baffled. Why would anyone think we were moving to St. Louis? It was another thing that I hadn't counted on, Robbie told his parents, who in turn, told others on the street. And the whole block knew.

I confessed that I was the reason for the rumors at the dinner table. As I recall, my parents were relieved to know the source. And they thought the whole thing was pretty funny. I don't remember getting any kind of punishment or how the whole thing was resolved. Since my parents had already talked to most of the neighbors and told them we had no intentions of moving to St. Louis, they left it at that.