¡¡Big phone dump!!

I've finally managed to get cell phone pics off my phone and onto the porn machine. Some of these are quite old.

From last semester:

Cap crowd at Two Parrots.

Sonja is known to snatch and hoard shiny objects, like watches and eyeballs.

Tall Sean gets his Wolverine on.


From around Christmas:

St. Paul's hospital on Burrard was covered with stars. Each one had the name of a donor on it. You make a bigger donation, you get a bigger star.


Don't know whose donation earned them the comet.


Then a giant jellyfish attacked.

The photos don't do it justice. This was one bigass tree full of lights.


From downtown:
Someone left carnations for this ATM.


INUKSHUK DESTROY BEACH!

INUKSHUK TRIUMPHANT!



These buttons are funny to me. Three guesses why.

It was weird to see BC Place without the roof. I've grown up here all my life. It's like seeing one of the mountains disappear.
Same thing snapped from across the water near Basic Inquiry.

From school:

Having a -- no, I won't say it.

Saw this in the parking lot. Had some difficulty figuring out how it happened.


One animation frame, stolen from the shpoops's desk: Notice what Corey concentrates on in his second pass ...


Sean with a topknot!

Corey with ... yeah.

A find.

This is cooler than you. So is this. Watch and be inspired.

Corey's Karmic Come-uppance.

Some time ago, Corey had to go shoot off his mouth about how cool it would be to be Spider-Man ... AND pilot a Gundam. And we laughed. Oh, how we laughed.

Ah, but the perfectly calibrated, ineffably precise Clockwork of the Universe always balances itself out. You just can't put that kind of thought out there without some dire consequences. Something hideous and abominable. You, Corey, wished for something that SHOULD NOT BE.

What am I talking about? This! And THIS!

Oh you may blame the Japanese, Corey. But I blame YOU.

Let this be a lesson to us all.

(Special thanks to Kadi and Kelvin of the first years class for finding these clips.)

¿oɹəɹqɯos ɐ uɪ xəɹ-ʇ uɯɐppoɓ ʎɯ s,əɹəɥʍ 'əsɹəʌɪun os

First pass colour. Incomplete.

'mo keep working on this. Shirt could be a completely different colour. Still some unblended spots on the Big Guy's hand. And the shadows on the hand could probably be darker. White for highlights on buddy's clothes -- bad choice?
Don't know ... isn't this kind of bright lighting supposed to make stuff go all chiaroscuro? Could use any input.

A streak of BAD LUCK feels like ...

Ever have one of THOSE days?
The truth is the universe doesn't really get up every morning just to spend the day screwing you over, though it may seem like that sometimes. Like the other day, when I --

Hey!

-- was driving down--

HEY! LISTEN!

oh... it's you. The Voices.
What do you want?

Why does it look all cleaned up instead of sketchy?

Because I cleaned it up in photoshop.

Hmm ... 'da hell's the point of that?

I'm going to colour it.

Hah! You never finish that kind of thing!

I'm GOING. TO. COLOUR. IT.

Suuure you are.

That's it. I'm drowning you out with music.

You do that. We'll still be waiting.

(this is the music)
A coloured version of this illustration is on the way. I mean it.

Just because you're paranoid ..

... don't mean they're not after you.

Do you ever get the feeling you're being watched?


Yeah. That's ME. Sketching that ugly-ass grill of yours.
I'd like to take this into Photoshop and pretty it up, but there's a class using the lab right now and my computer at home has died (of natural causes). Later, kids.

Look what I found!

Your intrepid protagonist has been wasting time on Youtube again.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v3B89sFNH8Y