the mayor of funI haven’t been posting as many William pictures lately, but his crazy Superman curl was too badass not to share.
Old and busted: Diego, Yo Gabba Gabba, and every other kids show on TV. New hotness: Octonauts.
That’s according to William, anyway. Lately when he gets to watch TV, this is all he wants to watch. It’s pretty good, really - like a mix between Diego and Sealab with a dash of Star Trek. And the characters don’t scream all the time like Diego, so that’s a plus.
Today’s fuel economy driving to work, mainly thanks to the asshole who drove 45 for most of the trip, trapping a whole train of pissed off commuters behind him.
I’ve never made it to 50.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
Sure, you could spend hundreds of dollars and buy a replica of Han Solo’s blaster. Or you could buy a $15 airsoft Mauser, and then another $15 at the home improvement store buying a handful of random hardware, some plumbing fixtures, and a can of black spray paint. Then you slap that stuff together and you’ll have your own passable replica of the iconic DL-44 blaster.
I built this for the family’s Star Wars-themed Halloween back in 2008.
I wake up with a song in my head on a nearly daily basis. And most of the time it’s this song, the “Earle of Oxford’s March” from Gordon Jacob’s William Byrd Suite. I played it in high school band almost twenty years ago, but all these years later, there it is waiting for me as soon as I open my eyes. The human brain is weird.
The Federation is gone. Riker’s beard is everywhere.
Hey. Work week. Why aren’t you over yet?
Solar Jetman is my favorite NES game, despite being ridiculously hard and having a bizarre final stage which deviated from the formula that made the previous thirteen levels awesome.
Speaking of my bachelor days, back around the same time I lusted over old MINIs, I drove an appropriately sporty single-guy car. As one might expect, I hung out with like-minded car enthusiasts, and from time to time we would travel to various places in little sports car convoys.
One evening, I was driving through Charleston behind my friend in the MINI. The weather was nice and everybody had their windows down. We were stopped at a red light, and my buddy was first in line in the right lane. Then, a big SUV full of good ol’ boys pulled up beside him in the left lane. The passenger leaned out and said, “Hey man, you wanna run that little Cooper?” My friend responded, “OK.”
I was watching this scene from behind the MINI and anticipating that hilarity was about to ensue. The traffic signal on the crossing street changed to yellow. My friend noticed this out of the corner of his eye, so he put his foot on the gas to get his RPMs up and prepared to drop the clutch. Redneck bro said, “Why are you revving your engine up, man? The light is still…”
The light turned green.
The MINI, thanks to its supercharger upgrade and the fact that it weighed one ton less than the SUV, shot forward. The driver of the SUV hit the gas but it was already too late. The race was brief, thanks to another red light just up the road, and the embarrassed SUV bros turned off on the next side street. It remains one of the funniest car-related incidents I’ve seen. And it’s also a perfect example of why power-to-weight ratio is more important than raw horsepower.
I would often drive by this place in Charleston that sold old MINIs. In my bachelor days, I used to think I’d save up and buy one someday. Obviously that never happened. Little did I know that my near future held a wife, child, and a Honda Civic with a car seat in the back.
Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just staying up too late practicing my animated GIF skills by giving Diane Mahree creepy eyes in this still from the Manos in HD project.
I want to share some of my work insanity with you guys. The three words above are taken from a particular carton I’ve been working on. The art for this carton was provided by the client’s art agency.
The text is “converted to paths,” which is great for prepress people like me. That means it’s converted to static shapes, which guarantees that it will look the same on all computers. It also makes the text nearly impossible to edit.
Do take note of the size of the text we’re dealing with here. After the first proof, the client responded with: The font for “distributed” is different than the big text on the front. The letter “i” needs to have a square dot over it. We don’t have time to send it back to the agency. You fix it.
is the first day in about two weeks that I’m not completely swamped with work. It’s nice to finally have a breather. What’s goin’ on tumblr?
This video sums up my week nicely.
