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Here, have some Autumn. [24 Oct 2012|12:11pm]
2012-10-15 04.01.12editSM
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Implied Circle (playing with texture in 2D design class) [20 Oct 2012|11:35am]
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Peek-a-boo [19 Oct 2012|02:41pm]
Peek-a-boo!
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I should probably show what I've been shooting lately. More photos to follow. [19 Oct 2012|10:41am]
Bob's Java Hut
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[24 Sep 2012|05:41pm]
Artist friends, I have an academic colleague looking for modern-day tentacle hentai illustrations. 

If you have some or know of some, let me know.

If you don't know what I'm talking about, DON'T GOOGLE IT!
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Still alive [23 Sep 2012|10:57pm]

Posted via LiveJournal app for iPhone.

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[10 Sep 2012|08:01am]
cleanskiesand papersky are different people. 

This explains many things I have been confused about recently.



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HugoMyGoodness! [03 Sep 2012|02:42pm]

Congrats to ursulav, papersky, and officialgaiman!
Hope I spelled all those right, I'm on my phone.

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[08 Jul 2012|03:33pm]
A few people have commented that Minneapolis is closer to the real world than Beaumont is...

We will be moving the first of August. Since it involves driving a caravan of two trucks and two trailers 1100 miles (1770 Km) due north (within one degree of longitude), we plan on taking three days. Then unpacking and organizing.

So, after August 4th, let me know if you are in Minneapolis or St. Paul, and we can coffee (yes, I verb it).
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Congratulations on your Diamond Jubilee! [03 Jun 2012|12:39pm]
To my friend, Elizabeth Windsorof the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland and of Her other Realms and Territories Queen, Scourge of the Seas, Defender of the Fates.

 e_rexJubilee
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Q: novel notes, Juan Azur [18 May 2012|02:34pm]

Greetings, Esteemed Cousin.

My greatest wish is that you reign in peace until we can once again meet face to face.

And not one moment longer.

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thinking about shirts based on pigeons [28 Feb 2012|03:50pm]


The text would be iridescent, of course.
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Fiction: draft [25 Oct 2011|08:56pm]
Every evening, after a hard day at work, the Butcher would slowly climb the stairs at the back of the shop, carefully untying and taking off his apron. Handing the apron to his wife, he would make his way to the little room off the kitchen, where a steaming bath would be waiting.

Meanwhile, the Butcher's wife set to work. Spreading the apron across the kitchen table, she would take a large knife and carefully scrape the apron clean. The Butcher's wife pulled the knife on a long, slow stroke, revealing the rough texture of the fabric. Then she wiped the knife off into a copper bowl and scraped again.

And again.

Meanwhile, the Butcher would begin to sing in the tub, as the soapy water was stained pink.

Once the entire apron was scraped bare, the Butcher's wife tossed the apron into a pot of water already boiling on the stove. She then poured a bit of oatmeal, or breadcrumbs, or cornmeal into the copper pot and began to work it into the blood and gristle and fat from the Butcher's apron. If available, she would add salt, pepper, or herbs pinched from the little flowerpots on the windowsill.

The Butcher's song was interrupted as he ducked under the water, scrubbing the blood and gore from his hair.

The Butcher's wife squeezed the blood-meal and meat into a casing, twisted tight the ends, and lowered it into the boiling pot, then fished out the apron and hung it from the window to dry.

When the Butcher emerged, glowing and pink, wrapped in a warm white robe, the Butcher's wife served up half the sausage on a bed of pickled cabbage, with sharp cheese and strong mustard. The Butcher would gnaw the other half cold as he headed down the stairs in the morning, hours before sunrise, the loose strings of his apron dangling behind.
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I'd just like to verify that more than three people are still reading this :) [16 Oct 2011|06:29pm]
Say hi or something, please. Otherwise I might disappear to FaceBook and Google Plus.
I'll keep reading, just stop posting here.
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Celebrate Accordingly! [15 Oct 2011|05:05pm]
01110111 Days till Robotmas!
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Robotmas, the most 42nd Day of the Year! [12 Oct 2011|01:40pm]


I have created a new holiday (yes, I AM allowed to do that). February 11th shall from this day forward be known as Robotmas, in commemoration of the BBC's original airing of R.U.R. in 1938. This was the very first televised science fiction program.

It is also, coincidentally, the most 42nd day of the year.
Celebrate accordingly!
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[02 Oct 2011|04:05pm]
I realize that this is probably boilerplate now, but it seemed really appropriate when I spotted it in ursulav's latest Dragonbreath story:

"The publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for author or third-party websites or their content."

I like to think Dial is distancing themselves from Kevin and Ursula Eat Cheap; and not any of that Zombie fetish stuff that might still be online.
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And the poster to go with last week's postcard... [17 Sep 2011|10:13am]
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A snippet of something I'm working on. Is this legible to you? [26 Aug 2011|12:39am]


No, it's not a new, hand-painted CAPTCHA series.
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Stuff I sell: [03 Jun 2011|12:00am]

Click image for baby (and parent) clothing!



I sell books too!

Three webcomic anthologies and my Lovecraftian Norse Myth.
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