Life Without Taffy

Just a stupid little idea I wanted to get down in animation form. I plan on redoing this one all pretty like, but this is a good idea of what it’s going to be.

My girlfriend’s taking a Ceramics class and she brought home some clay. Here’s the start of my first little project.

A challenge was issued over Bearskinrug. Make blobs. Into things. This is something I’ve done myself a couple times already. I threw back a couple beers and this is what I came up with:

Check out the original post here if you’d like to give it a try yourself.

Jeez. That Italian plumber is kind of a dick when he has a few drinks in him.

(watercolor and ink on bristol board. 3 1/2″ x 4″)

With my girlfriend gone there were a couple things I had planned on doing. One was do a daily update schedule on this here blog-thing (which I already effed up). Two was sit down for however long it took and finally finish Legend Of Zelda: Twilight Princess, which I’ve been working on for a couple months an hour or three at a time. I beat it and there was some cursing involved, which brings us to today’s little picture. Mew doesn’t like yelling. Or the faces I make when I do.

(My girlfriend k.t. is out of town for two weeks. I’m documenting my time without her.)

So I thought I would enter a little Photoshopping contest over at DS Fanboy to win a copy of the portable versions of Tony Hawk’s Downhill Jam. I’ve been a fan of the Tony Hawk series on consoles since the first one. I didn’t win, but I did get honorable mention over at the site. Check it out.

A seriously damaged Mega Man. I was way into Mega Man when I was younger. Mega Man 2 being a personal favorite. It had the best soundtrack of ever.

There are several music groups that cover Mega Man and other video game tunes. Two of the best are the Minibosses and The Advantage. Check them out if you haven’t already.

I’m way into the Tetris DS. All the crack-like addictiveness (just one more game) of the original, with the added humiliation of getting defeated by someone halfway across the world. Seriously, how can so many good players be on there at 4:00 in the damn morning. I get my arse handed to me pretty regularly. Rev. Josh is my handle on there so be easy on me. I’m kinda lame.