Ceres and her Parakeet
A Christmas present for a friend.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
Thursday, December 8, 2011
NO NO NO NO NOOOOO
I WAS EQUAL PARTS HORRIFIED AND TERRIBLY AMUSED. A freak-out similar to THIS.
SCREAMING AND LAUGHING AT THE SAME TIME WHAT IS GOING ON.
I’m such a good friend. I’ll just stand by, screaming, while a spider crawls all over your face.
Shercat and Watsdog
Shercat and Watsdog!
If you have assessed that I am completely obsessed... then you'd be right.
BBC's Sherlock is fantastic, everyone should check it out! And it'll only cost you 4.5 hours of your life!
Saturday, December 3, 2011
New Cards in the Online Store!
The new set of cards are in at the Flat Cat Studio Online Store! :D
In the Holiday Set: Baby Fur Seal, Elephant Angel, Baby Polar Bear, Snuggling Penguins, and Strutter the Flaming Reindeer.
All four of the Retro Nerd Burds!
And of course, all the Original Flavor cards are still for sale.
Price Guide
Individual Cards: 1.25 USD each, envelope included
Pack of 12 Original Flavor: 13.25 USD (non-holiday non-nerd burd cards)
Pack of 5 Holiday Cards: 5.50 USD
Pack of 4 Retro Nerd Burds: 4.50 USD
Pack of 21: 23.50 USD One of every card!
International Shipping available! I take PayPal and Google Wallet (Checkout)
And remember, envelopes are always included.
In the Holiday Set: Baby Fur Seal, Elephant Angel, Baby Polar Bear, Snuggling Penguins, and Strutter the Flaming Reindeer.
All four of the Retro Nerd Burds!
And of course, all the Original Flavor cards are still for sale.
Price Guide
Individual Cards: 1.25 USD each, envelope included
Pack of 12 Original Flavor: 13.25 USD (non-holiday non-nerd burd cards)
Pack of 5 Holiday Cards: 5.50 USD
Pack of 4 Retro Nerd Burds: 4.50 USD
Pack of 21: 23.50 USD One of every card!
International Shipping available! I take PayPal and Google Wallet (Checkout)
And remember, envelopes are always included.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Dorp a Dorp Beedog
Oddly enough, I feel like I have more control over physical media. Digital still feels like drawing with gloves on with a disembodied hand. But I’m happy with this.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Laughing at the Disabled and Other Stories
(I really ought to draw this as a comic journal but it’d be, like, 23985634857 inches tall.)
So the day started out well, driving to work I’m listening to “On Writing” on CD, written and read by Stephen King. I’ve just gotten to disk 4, which is the beginning of the actual “advice on writing” part. Up until now it’s been snippets of his life’s history, key moments which shaped him as a writer.
But now he’s talking about all these technical things, how writers like John Grisham write phonetically, how they write as if their characters were speaking, how there will and ought to be imperfections. His next line is “John’s second novel, “The Firm,” sold something like nine gajillion copies.” He said that, “gajillion.” I lost it.
Later I’m telling Carli, a coworker, about this experience. I start to tell her that I’m listening to a book on CD written and read by Stephen— “Hawking?” she interrupts. We laugh. “That’d be pretty funny, a book read by Stephen Hawking,” she says.
I think about it for a beat, and then it hits me. I chuckled, then I start full-on laughing. Then I can’t stop laughing. I’m gasping for breath, tears coming out of my eyes. I try to let at least a few giggles get through so people know I’m not crying, dying, or having a fit. I retreat into my truck because I look like a fool I’m laughing so hard. After about 30 seconds, I can’t hide in there any longer, I have to come out to load my truck but I’m still laughing. “I’m going to hell!” I gasp, convulsing, “I’m laughing at a paralyzed man; I’m going to hell.”
After the laughter subsided some two minutes later, I felt pretty good for a damned soul.
Later, Cali and I talking again, and without preamble she says “you know, Kim,” our boss, “looks like Dobby the House Elf to me.” She wasn’t nearby, so we laughed as much as we wanted. The only danger now is not laughing at her when I see her next. Because Kim, all 5 feet and 90 pounds of her could probably kill me with her bare hands. Or run me over with her motorcycle.
At least if I’m going to hell, I’ll be sent there by Kim, which is a pretty awesome way to go.
So the day started out well, driving to work I’m listening to “On Writing” on CD, written and read by Stephen King. I’ve just gotten to disk 4, which is the beginning of the actual “advice on writing” part. Up until now it’s been snippets of his life’s history, key moments which shaped him as a writer.
But now he’s talking about all these technical things, how writers like John Grisham write phonetically, how they write as if their characters were speaking, how there will and ought to be imperfections. His next line is “John’s second novel, “The Firm,” sold something like nine gajillion copies.” He said that, “gajillion.” I lost it.
Later I’m telling Carli, a coworker, about this experience. I start to tell her that I’m listening to a book on CD written and read by Stephen— “Hawking?” she interrupts. We laugh. “That’d be pretty funny, a book read by Stephen Hawking,” she says.
I think about it for a beat, and then it hits me. I chuckled, then I start full-on laughing. Then I can’t stop laughing. I’m gasping for breath, tears coming out of my eyes. I try to let at least a few giggles get through so people know I’m not crying, dying, or having a fit. I retreat into my truck because I look like a fool I’m laughing so hard. After about 30 seconds, I can’t hide in there any longer, I have to come out to load my truck but I’m still laughing. “I’m going to hell!” I gasp, convulsing, “I’m laughing at a paralyzed man; I’m going to hell.”
After the laughter subsided some two minutes later, I felt pretty good for a damned soul.
Later, Cali and I talking again, and without preamble she says “you know, Kim,” our boss, “looks like Dobby the House Elf to me.” She wasn’t nearby, so we laughed as much as we wanted. The only danger now is not laughing at her when I see her next. Because Kim, all 5 feet and 90 pounds of her could probably kill me with her bare hands. Or run me over with her motorcycle.
At least if I’m going to hell, I’ll be sent there by Kim, which is a pretty awesome way to go.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Christmas Cards, post two
“Hark the Herald Elephants sing~”
More Christmas/Holiday cards!
Did you know fur seals are actually a kind of sea lion?
Be sure to keep an eye on my online store, I’ll be putting these and more new card designs up for sale by Thanksgiving!
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Christmas Cards, post one
Three Christmas/Holiday cards I’m donating. Sketches here.
I’m kind of “eh” on the polar bear, but I’m really happy with the penguins and the reindeer. And why is it that everything looked like junk until I put the pencil lines on? Art mysteries!
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Enviro-scape Painting: Inside Aperture
I had to stop multiple times while playing Portal 2 to just stare at how beautiful it is. I just can't get over it!
Painted in Paintbrush
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