We gather to mourn.

My scanner died. It was an HP Officejet 4550 All-In-One. He worked with me for a good three or four years. I bought it from Sam’s Club.

The biggest problem is that sometimes it would act oddly. That proved to be it’s undoing. It decided that it didn’t have any scan properties, was constantly attempting to scan when it wasn’t, in fact, doing anything and while my computer knew that there was a scanner/printer there it couldn’t actually communicate.

I think what I’m trying to say is my poor scanner had a break down and it and my computer broke up. Sad, sad business there. I think the computer may need counciling after this.

On the plus side, I have a new Cannon flatbed scanner on the way. More on that when it gets here next week.

In other news, I’ve got an interview next week that I hope goes well. I could use the money.

Anyway, more when it happens. Hopefully it won’t be two years between updates this time!

Megacon ’10 After Action Report

So this is two months late. Sue me. Instead of going on a day by day report as I meant to, I figured I’d go over the highlights.

First, I got to sit next to my dearest Kit for four days. How awesome is that?! Kit was a huge encouragement to me in the face of diversity. I didn’t think things would go too well and she kept me in a good mood. I tried to do the same for her. It was a more subdued con than in ’08. Several of the nightgig crew were not able to attend or didn’t come. KC wasn’t there. Karl was but even he had a more subdued appr0ach. There were some great highlights though. I got my copy of “The Life and Time of Scrooge McDuck” signed by Don Rosa himself. I did NOT get to meet any of the Star Trek folks there though. As excited as I was about LeVar and Brent being there I nearly flipped my wig when I saw Robert Picardo. Alas, I did not get to speak to him. Maybe next time.

On the whole the attendee’s weren’t as forthcoming with cash this year. People would pass by and talk about how awesome something was and then not buy. Seemed to be a running theme. I did meet some very interesting people though. There was a nice young lady dressed as a Team Fortress 2 engineer who commissioned several Transformers sketches from myself and others at the nightgig row. I also met . . . THE FRO!! An awesome dude who gave me my own afro. Check out the guy’s stuff.

I also managed to re-meet the guys from Stuck-on-Anime. These are some great folks who’ve bought some of my fan art and turned them into stickers. I’ve got several adorning my Macbook now.  If you happen to catch them at a con, look for my Dalek and Hellboy. They turned out great.

There’s tons more I don’t remember so I’ll go ahead and close for now. More later today or tomorrow about last week’s Free Comic Book Day.

No, Mr. Bond! I expect you to die!

Last night I watched “Quantum of Solace”. I enjoyed it for the most part but, like the title, I have no idea what in the nine hells was going on! I didn’t realize that until Warren pointed it out. We did come to a very interesting conclusion though. James Bond is not a secret agent. He’s a natural disaster and the most deadly sexually transmitted disease known to man.

Let’s take a look at it for a minute. In QoS James comes to any given location, Italy for example, and within ten minutes it lies decimated and littered with the dead. Even churches are destroyed. Mike suggested that it wasn’t Katrina that hit the coast. That’s a cover story for Bond vacationing in Biloxi and New Orleans. Since this seemed to set a riffing mood, I was on the verge of making a comment about Haiti when I’ll be damned if James doesn’t head straight for Port au Prince and proceed to work his magic. Five minutes later there’s a wrecked hotel, coffins lining a street, and boating accidents left and right. That’s right. James Bond may well be the source of all global catastrophes. Don’t even get me started on the building toward the end. Five SECONDS inside and it’s all ready on fire and exploding! FIVE SECONDS!!
Then there’s the poor women. Oh God, the women. In these new films every woman James is sexually involved with is killed in some horrible, brutal, or depressing manner. The only women in it he didn’t sleep with were the Bolivian woman and M and they both lived. What does that say? It says that this man’s “area” should be marked as HAZMAT and sealed under two miles of concrete. Women should carry a gun JUST for 007. M pointed out herself that women seem to lose their minds and do anything for him. The hell, man?! The hell?!
That being said, I’m putting a call out to everyone. I want this man stopped! Bring me the head of James Bond, agent 007 for the safety of the masses!
Unless he’s actually a Time Lord. In that case we’ve got seven more Regenerations before he can be stopped. In which case someone find his TARDIS or something. STAT!

Art for Art’s Sake.

So, welcome to my blog and such. I’ve been trying to figure out what I was going to do with this thing for a while now. I’ve considered rambling, I’ve considered Elton covering Errant Apprentice, I even thought about doing a story blog to tell a Lovecraftian story. In the end I’ve decided that this is my art blog. I’ll post drawings, I’ll wax philosophical about the craft, and I’ll talk about my attempts to become a professional. Other than that I’m not sure where this will go, but I hope you’ll come along.