PotD – UnBread Ed
November 13th, 2008 ryan
Beware of This and That
PotD – Made Flesh
October 26th, 2008 ryan
It’s funny what insomnia breeds, especially with 24-hour access to cadaver-white gourds and a tackle box of clay carving implements. Though admittedly a hare-lipped template was in the works.
The Ectobee, lovable mascot of the ephemeral juggernaut Ectoplasmosis, was birthed from the brain meats of one E. Gauger (BUY STUFF).
Not even 12 hours later the thing looks a bit peaky, I’ll have to keep an eye on it.
PotD – Vinyl OctoPod +1
April 17th, 2008 ryan
Vinyl sticker affixed to a utility box at the corner of Washington and Lasalle.
No clue how long the thing’s been there, I try to vary my route both to and from the dungeon and can’t say I’ve ever traversed the north eastern part of that intersection.
Technically not an octopod given that there are nine tentacles, the significance of which eludes me despite perusing many a site laden with no less than 1560 ocotoriffic items. Odds are for it being little else than a border. A clever, anatomically inaccurate border.
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UPDATE 041808
Clicked through the Chicago Street Art pool at flickr and got here. Proceeded to Novem Life, and mystery was solved.
PotD – Laundry
January 16th, 2008 ryan
Articles of my clothing will inevitably interact in a predictable fashion.
…pardon the pun
Cthomics: Subpar
January 10th, 2008 ryanCame across a comic that somehow got tucked into a manila folder with all my paperwork. Purchased perhaps 14 years ago it has traversed many a state, as countless of my nomadic belongings, and I had forgotten how horrid it was. Behold:
Yes, that’s an ad depicting the eldritch cthulhu in bipedal form, wielding a chainsaw and sporting what appears to be an apron. I desaturated because the whole page is pink on white and my already bruised mind couldn’t bear to share this monstrosity in its raw form.
I remember browsing the mouldering cardboard boxes of a certainly soon-to-be out of business comic shop and seeing the cover:
Naturally I took the bait, as many a fan boy does when confronted with the full-page colored cover of a book that is otherwise inked and produced by lackluster subordinates chained to their weathered cubicles. The deadworld comics were the same way.
Betwixt the lies that are cover art I was confronted with scenes such as this:
Alright that line is bad ass but the rest of the story, artwork, and dare-I-say intended homage is just terrible.
I understand that differing tastes in even related subjects bring about the best in terms of creative output. I’m far from one that would classify themselves as a purist on any topic, be it the location of orc tusks or the size of an eldritch being’s vestigial wings, and I enjoy new depictions and interpretations, honest. It’s just unbridled mediocrity that gets the blood boiling, clear non-attempts at something regardless of the level of talent.
I could go on and on about dark, cringe worthy pits of despair such as elfwood or the majority of deviantart but I have way too many posts to catch up on over at conceptart.
PotD – Brought to you by the letter ‘O’
December 25th, 2007 ryan‘O’ is for outfit, christmas.
Day Off:
- Finally got around to Portal, played to test chamber 18. This is the truth.
- Watched Children of Men, V for Vendetta, and Superbad in last 24 hours. All first viewings, accordingly, I now have an english accent and cuss.
- Grew Beard (not pictured).
Chi(na)-Town
November 12th, 2007 ryanBuddy of mine, we will call him Mr. B, called and suggested a photo outing this weekend. We usually walk over to the lake but given the overcast day and cadaverous weather (not cold, but certainly below room temperature) we instead opted for Chicago’s Chinatown.
It was really blah out so I didn’t come away with much other than your standard placenta and dried squid. Something usually has to reach out and punch my eyeballs a bit for me to get excited photo-wise and it just wasn’t happening other than this killer tea shop that had rows of brass(?) jars containing teas that sold for upwards of $150/lb and another store that had dried shark fins for about the same price. I’m not yet pushy enough to be the jerk with the SLR shooting on private property so I politely abstained.
I’ve only been to a Chinatown once, in San Francisco, so it was worth the trip if only to gawk at the turtles, geoducks, and other various indicators that we were in a cultural island all of itself.
Next time I’m getting the little wooden boat-thing filled with food which I saw countless families gorging upon.
EDIT:
Couldn’t pass up the following quote:
Is that a geoduck in your pocket, or are you just happy sashimi?
-Mike Rowe
Being extremely busy at work I also came across this site which has a pretty decent breakdown of geoducks, should you find them as interesting as I do.
PotD – (mildly) Tentacular
September 13th, 2007 ryanI frequent the main branch of the Chicago Public Library, whose architecture had always left waxing sentimental o’er many a Lovecraftian tale. These pictured always struck me as mildly Cyclopian but the picture doesn’t really do my mental picture of a granite-encased Cthulhu justice.
Mayhap I could attempt a graceful flying leap from the El tracks in order to snag the ultimate self-portrait while going “like this, ” the spiraling decorations taking place of my own hand and fingers.