Sunday, August 29, 2004
Tonight there was nothing going on, as is usual. Matt and Noah came over to show me some clips of their documentary (about which I gather I am not allowed to speak on here until such time as the thing's been released), and in a fit of boredom we picked up Jess and went driving around for a bit.
We ended up in Nahant, where we saw upon the road something we were convinced was a noose. Naturally, we made Noah go out and pick it up. It turned out, disappointingly, to be a length of lobster trap rope that was lying in the road in a noose-like shape. Alas.
Then it was time to drive around Salem, including a jaunt down a random road that Noah insisted we go down. It took us through some trees and into this bizarre condo community thing set way back from the main road. It was a terrifying little cluster of scary suburbia and we had to leave very quickly.
For unknown reasons, we went into Fantasy Island and listened to bad, bad karaoke--we couldn't go into the actual bar, since none of us except for Matt was 21, but it didn't much matter, as you could hear the horrible singing quite clearly. Sitting inside all day and editing the documentary doesn't seem to be doing much for Noah's state of mind, as he seemed to be entirely insane. If I didn't know that he hadn't had anything to drink or smoke that night I would have been convinced that he was either drunk or high. Or possibly both.
Noah does something annoying.
Matt says, "Noah! Shut the fuck up!" and pokes Noah to reinforce his point.
Noah says, "Quit it! I LOVE SCIENCE."
I have no idea.
He also kept trying to set fire to his beef teriyaki sticks by sticking them in the little warming flame thing. At one point he discovered a Panera Bread receipt that had fallen out of Matt's pocket. The number of on it was 666, which prompted Noah to exclaim, "666! THE DEVIL IS IN YOU!" He then did something to annoy Matt, who pushed him right out of the booth and onto the floor, where he lay weakly giggling for a few seconds before getting back up.
The moral of the story is either 'Don't go to Fantasy Island' or 'Don't let Noah sit inside all day working on a computer'. Or possibly 'Thank God Matt was driving' (since Noah was clearly too hyperactive and insane to be behind the wheel).
That new Interpol song 'Slow Hands' is terribly good. Terribly, terribly good. I had to listen to the entire Duran Duran Greatest Hits CD to drive it out of my head.
I've been doing a lot of character design lately. Hmm. Yes.
Design © 2004 by me, do not steal or I will set my crazed toothy feline legions on you.
The character is very loosely based on a character I had designed many years ago. The original incarnation was called Bauxite and was part of a group of people who all had powers generally related to, er, geological properties of the rocks or minerals or whatever they were named after. I think he could extrude aluminum daggers from his hands or something. Crikey, I just realized how weird that is. I mean, what kid creates a superhero group whose backstory is rooted in geology? Come to think of it, what kid knows the relationship between aluminum and bauxite? I blame books.
Obviously his backstory has changed quite a lot. As has his appearance... his costume was bright green and yellow before, as opposed to the subdued shades I've got going here. And no coat. And the pattern of stripes was a little different. And, er, I couldn't really draw back then. Not that I can now, but it's all relative.
No stock images went into the making of this little picture, for the record. The background is a picture I took of the Chicago skyline and then mucked about with in Photoshop. I love you, Photoshop.
I also drew this little image for Ryan as an apology for the badness of the guest comic I had done for him. It's the three central characters from his online comic strip, which you probably ought to read, if you haven't already.
Les McClaine has been posting his Johnny Crossbones comic online, and it's been pure artistic gold recently. Damn. I mean... damn. It's just that good.
It being 3:20 in the am, I shall prudently retire for the evening. Goodnight, kids.