here is my sci fi thing.It’s coming along nicely I think. I barely started fixing up line quality, like you can see in parts of the 2nd one. I want at least 3 more pictures to make a complete story. Also, mutant penises/vaginas.
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here is my sci fi thing.It’s coming along nicely I think. I barely started fixing up line quality, like you can see in parts of the 2nd one. I want at least 3 more pictures to make a complete story. Also, mutant penises/vaginas.
here is a tiny “comic” I guess? I have a couple other things I want to happen/drawn but not inked. Mutant thing eats townspeople. After the militia guy calls the army guys the army guys get eaten too. The mutant flesh-pile thing eats the town and gets blown up by space marines.The end. My high concept sci-fi will win many awards.
here is a complete shot, it is pretty impossible to see but oh well
my school took my “Syrup Baron” to put in the annual student show. The people doing my review didn’t even talk about anything else in my presentation…which is fine really.
“The year is 1962, and ad exec Martin K. Speckter has a punctuation problem.
Madison Avenue is debating the merits of a streamlined new European import called Helvetica. Roy Lichtenstein’s filling canvases with comic book characters and hand-painted typefaces. Andy Warhol’s cranking out Campbell’s soup cans in The Factory. Art is becoming commerce and commerce, art.
Meanwhile, JFK’s in office, the Vietnam War’s escalating, and The Pill’s finally received FDA approval. What’s needed is a typographically elegant way to notate surprise, disbelief, and incredulous excitement. For a single symbol to punctuate sentences like “Who’s that?!” and “What the hell?!”
Speckter’s solution? The interrobang. A stylish fusion of the question mark (that’s the “interro” part) and the exclamation point (known in old-timey typesetter’s slang as the “bang”), his unusual new creation looked like this.”
— You Call that a Punctuation Mark?! The Interrobang Celebrates its 50th Birthday by Nora Maynard
I am conflicted about Thomas Kinkade being dead. On one hand he can’t make more awful art, on the other the awful art he’s already made is now more “valuable.”
here is a letter I made for my Waffle World. It is a Condolence Letter, with blank spaces for different names/titles. I am going for The Jungle with waffles, so wafflemaking is dangerous. if you can’t read it because of Tumblr’s rad resolution I painstakingly transcribed it here:
Dear MRS. HOBART,
Your SPOUSE, EUSTACE BARNABY HOBART has been KILLED in the line of HIS work as a BATTER PRESS OPERATOR. Your relation was involved as follows: EUSTACE SLIPPED AND FELL INTO A VAT OF MOLTEN BATTER, BECOMING LIQUIFIED INSTANTLY.We regret this tragic accident, which could not possibly have been avoided, according to our lawyers. The sum of $42.64 shall be paid to you, upon our office receiving form ACC-DE/BV-24 by the 17th of this month. Your SPOUSE’s locker must also be emptied to make room for his replacement; we ask that you do this promptly. We extend our condolences to you in the lugubrious time.
signed EDWIN AUGUSTUS BRAXTON, President and CEO of Braxton Industries