Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Doodles

It's been a bit since I've done some doodles. So, here are some drawings from my sketchbook.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

The Celery's Sacrifice.

Last night, I was making dinner. I cut off the bottom of a celery stalk and looked at it. It was kind of beautiful. It looked like this:

I thought "I am the first person to see this. I am now going to throw this in my compost pile, where it will wither and decompose into dirt, never to be seen or even thought of again. That means I am going to be the only person ever to see this."

A ping of regret hit me. Poor celery heart, destined to die and be devoured in such obscurity. It was planted, raised, and killed just to be chopped up and cooked. I ran and showed it to Rachel so she could see it too.

Then, I took a picture and put it here, for you to see.

There, I don't feel bad any more.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Rampage!

Newest kid vid. Started using Premiere for my editing, works much smoother than before. Still learning special effects. Any feedback/tips would be appreciated. Enjoy.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Electric motor.

Built this in my basement for an E&M project.

A Trip Worth Taking. Part 6


Wissen was sitting at his desk in his smoke filled cramped office looking at his voluntary retirement papers. He had just finished reading the morning e-reports from Command and was halfway through the stack of paper work when he came across them. Retirement papers are sent out the first time after serving in the Rheinland Military for fifteen years. He was staring at them with the last two inches of a cigar in his mouth, trying to think through his options.

His family was dead, so there was no Mom and Dad to go home to. He had nothing outside his carrier in the Military. On the other hand, he never wanted to sign up in the first place. His father forced him to do it when he was 17, promised him that if he served five years, he would buy him a ship, and Wissen could do anything he wanted with it.

Monday, January 2, 2012

A Trip Worth Taking, Part 5


Tripper sat in the bar on the Briesen Mining Facility, sipping his beer looking out the window.  The orange gasses outside filled the entire view.   He was thinking of Morris, the little brat would be seven by now.  Tripper wondered if he still wanted to join the Liberty Navy, or if he ever found out the name of this nebula.

“The Walker Nebula.” Tripper said to nobody.