I am writing a childrens book for grown ups

The title is still being drawn up, but it'll be something like, "The Free Lancers" or, "Dark Days, Dim Knights" I have already started the comic strip and will probably post it here soon. It's about a King Called, "GUFBIDE" (pronounced Goofbite) who is a bi pedal humanoid made from asparagus, Bananas and pineapples. I will give an excerpt from the story so far.

Gufbide is hated for being stupid and bossy, though the kingdom he rules, "TartoFropica" is none any smarter. One day Gufbide explains to his closest wizard, (who also hates gufbide, everyone does) "I am so sad BarthMagon", which was the wizards Hebrew name, the king wasn't speaking gibberish, he's not that dumb, however there were some in the kingdom of TartoFropica that were... Anyway, Barthmagon replied sarcastically but loyally, "I hate being a banana your highness but what am i supposed to do about that?" And at that moment Barthmagons body made a sort of, "POP" sound and had transformed into a twelve string guitar. Naturally the king was surprised by the event and quickly became contemplative.

So this is just the first few lines from the setup for a story that has to do with the king a little but will really focus on four Peasants who are Fed up with with their position in society which is "Class 01 digger". Their job is to dig fields and remove, repair and return any uncovered coffeemakers. After their setup they eventually become self proclaimed knights, abandon their families and travel the land...ok i seriously cant concentrate right now because right below me in the basement i can clearly hear Annie and Dustin, "Goin at it" ummm, TO BE CONTINUED!

These were taken on my first trip through downtown Portland with my new camera, Fishes in the wah was cool because i just wanted some fishy pictures but ended with eye contact from the middle brown fish, he was interested and had a mouth like a hamburger, which made me want some pasta. There is a photo of one side of my room, at least one or two hulks to found in that one, and lastly in a park downtown there was this kind of man made puddle with brick that i thought came out as a pretty interesting picture.

a quick story i remembered followed by pictures i took in CA

so I just remembered a little story or "Anecdote" from my childhood that goes as follows;

Mom gets me one of those big tin Garbage cans for my room. It had Garfield the cat on it and probably odie. I was most likely too young to realize it but there is a good chance this was the first strange gift my mother ever gave me, of course to be followed years later by the infamous digital mixer for computer DJ's and the spider-man walkie talkies with the crotch speaker. Anyway after having the garbage can for a while an 8 year old Shelley notices it in my room and throws a tremendous fit. I still cannot believe that she got so angry about me being able to throw things away in my very own room. The result of her tantrum was probably a "My little pony" garbage tin and a magic set because she used to want to be a magician.

Love is for the moment.

Here is an animation that needs a whole lotta work.

Old West Layout

Here is an Environment layout I have been working on this past week.

as promised, she was a good model too.

i looked back just now

I was just clicking through the months that i have had this blog and found some great stuff. I would just like to thank Cavanaugh for building this thing and then handing it to me, it probably would never have got done any other way. It was really interesting to look at what i had written, it was kinda like looking at your own experiences through somebody elses eyes. It was nice is what i am saying. Looking at my writing from it kinda dawned on me that i was on some sort of ultimate quest for brains. I got lost and sure i learned plenty but really i didn't find anything that wasn't already there. I have never been the smartest most brilliant scientific mind the world has known and I dont even care about becoming that way, i don't give a shit about becoming hella smart that dont work for me. It doesn't matter, all that does matter is that things are good, spacing out feels good too. Life drawing tonight, if it's a hella fyne chick i will scan the drawings and post them.

Finals time

bring it on. Work now, fun later.

Here's the story of my plane ride.

Yeah, I think i should devote a little while to writing in here when i can, posting sketches and whatever, I spent some time reading other pals blogs and they are very entertaining and help me feel a bit more connected. So Saturday night was the most fun I have had all year long. However my body is exacting its revenge by making me weak as a kitten with this lovely 2-day hangover. The plane ride this morning was terrible. About 30 minutes into the hour and twenty minute flight, I start sweating uncontrollably so i take off my coat right. Relief lasted for about 3 minutes when my insides started going bananas. I was trying to ride it out and relax but when i felt the way i did there's no hiding it. The captain had left the seatbelt sign on for longer than usual. I could hold myself no more and told the lady to my right, "Excuse me". Right that moment the seatbelt sign was turned off. I was stumbling around toward the rear bathroom, confused, i made eye contact with the crazy male stewardess and started pointing with my index finger toward parts of the plane i thought might be the bathroom. He helped me, noticing that i was very pale. I plopped down and instantly felt better, holding my head in my hands i thought how small this bathroom was and sick i felt. I soon found out that the bathroom light comes on when you lock the door but i only discovered this when a passenger opened the door on me. Thankfully i didn't get as good a look at her as she did me so I couldn't have picked her out in the plane. I really hope that I am gonna get over this shit soon cuz this sucks, all i do is sleep all day in pain.