I was digging through some old files and I found this sketch from 2003. I still like it. I should finish it sometime.
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Idle doodling using the graphic styles I’m creating for ‘Drowning City’. 100% Illustrator; source file here if you’re curious. It’s a mix of techniques: bristle brushes, subtle radial gradients, art brushes, and a whole lot of effect->distort & transform->roughen.
I’ve really been starting to embrace sloppiness lately.
EDC
I recently got what I think may be pretty much the perfect computer bag for me; it’s quickly displaced the previous champion (a blue leather Clark & Mayfield “Irvington”). I want to show off the organization of my new six pound cartooning studio, so here are some photos of what I keep in it, and how.
The new bag is an Ogio “Tribeca”. It’s designed to be only a tiny bit bigger than a 13″ laptop. At first I thought it wasn’t going to work out, but after a little rearrangement, everything works great. It came with a nylon strap, which I replaced with the leather strap from the aforementioned Clark & Mayfield bag; the big thing this strap change offers is the ability to unhook it easily when I’m wearing a hat too big enough to get the strap over while I’m sitting down on the bus. Which is a regular occurrence in summer, when I regularly wear huge, colorful straw hats with a stiff brim.
And, of course, any bag I own ends up with carabiners, so I can attach a water bottle to it. Or a hat I’m not wearing, or a fold-up shopping bag, or my light coat when it gets a little too hot.
There are four fabric loops sewn into the seams on this side, two on a short end, two on a long end. The intended use is to be able to hang it from the straps in either landscape or portrait orientation, but it’s also nice to have an extra place to hang a carabiner or two. (I originally wanted to use it portrait, but the pockets just aren’t very accessible this way.)
The metal circles between the bag and the strap are extra-large keychains. This both gives me something to easily hook the strap onto, and provides a stylish accent. There’s also a couple small ones in the same fabric loops, that I’m experimenting with hanging carabiners from.
The big pocket on this side has a little icon in it suggesting it be used for a keyboard, presumably to hook to your tablet. But I’m using it for some essentials I want quick access to: phone, kleenex, and a tube of roll-on sunscreen. The latter is not exactly a thing I need quick access to, but that’s the best pocket for it – and I definitely consider it an essential, because spring in Seattle can change between “need a light coat” and “want to run around in the sunlight” pretty quickly. When I do the latter, I need to be able to smear sunscreen all over my huge wing tattoos to protect them from fading. Every one of my bags has some sunscreen kicking around somewhere in it.
The other side unzips on two edges. Wallet, Wacom stylus, keys, and you can barely see the retractible USB cable I use to connect the Wacom to the computer poking out of the pocket it shares with the stylus stand. I’m using the squat cone stylus rest that came with my older tablet rather than the little barrel stylus rest full of spare nibs that came with the newer one; it sits in the very limited space without making a weird-looking bulge on the outside.
The keys are clipped to a chain, which is clipped to the ultra-short strap sewn into the bag. The strap has a little plastic latch so you could theoretically unclip it to deal with unlocking a door, but in practice I found that too fiddly. Now I can just yank the keys out and stick ’em in the lock without disconnecting anything.
Inside: 13″ Air, and a Wacom tablet with almost exactly the same footprint as the computer. Also some earbuds, a spare pack of Kleenex (I’m slightly allergic to the world, it’s a lot better than it used to be but I still really need to keep the things handy), and a handful of fliers for Rita. I always keep flyers in my computer bag, because I have people in cafes or wherever ask me about what I’m drawing just often enough that I like to be able to give them the elevator pitch, then hand them a flier. I guess I’ll have to replace them with Drowning City fliers in a few months…
There’s a little diagonal strap on the flap between the computer and other stuff. It’s intended to keep a tablet from falling out. Which I guess will be useful when I take this on the plane and want a tablet for reading with. I miiight try sticking an organizer grid in this area but that might invite me to keep too damn many things in this bag – though I’ll want a way to add the power brick, and the phone battery, when I’m taking a trip. Must ponder.
And this is everything that goes in the bag. Not bad, I think. The laptop, keys, and phone come out when I get home; everything else just lives in the bag so it’s there when I want to go out.
The only thing I’m really lacking here is a handle; I find I like to be able to lift it one-handed now and then without fiddling with the shoulder strap. I’ll have to find something short to hook on the same rings I’m using for the shoulder strap. It’d also be nice to have a folding tote bag that folds flat enough to stick in the same compartment as the fliers instead of having it bouncing on the back of the bag all the time.
The great thing about this setup is how light it is. The C&M bag that was my previous go-to bag is a bit roomier than this – I kinda miss the ability to carry a sketchbook and some pens, or maybe a handful of copies of Rita, or whatever – but that sucker weighs like 2.6 pounds all by itself. This one only weighs two pounds, and its smallness made me think hard about What Belongs In It. Fully loaded (not counting a full bottle of water) it’s about six pounds; it really feels more like a slightly large purse in terms of size and weight than a tote bag. Not bad for something I paid about $50 for.
Jupiter Ascending
On impulse, I went to see the new movie from the Wachowskis, “Jupiter Ascending” today. I wasn’t expecting that much – the reviews have been generally terrible, citing an incoherent plot. I was hoping that it would be gorgeous and would only insult my intelligence a little.
The reviewers are fucking idiots.
This movie is gorgeous. It is wall to wall eyegasms. And it explains its plot perfectly fine; it just assumes you’re actually intelligent, and doesn’t set everything out for you at the beginning. The dialogue is mixed clearly, so it’s easy to figure out what the hell is going on.
It also has a climactic fight that takes place between a dragon-man and a sexy space werewolf who has shoes that let him rail-grind on thin air. In the middle of a giant refinery that looks like a Gothic cathedral. Said refinery is slowly sinking into Jupiter’s atmosphere, and is collapsing around everyone during the fight.
The design in this movie is amazing. The spaceships. Oh my fuck the spaceships. My jaw dropped at some of the shots of the spaceships. I cannot remember the last time I wanted a movie’s art book this bad – hell, this is the first time I can remenber wanting one in the first place, to be honest, and there doesn’t seem to be one. AAARG.
Go see this movie while it is still on the big screen. Prepare to have multiple eyegasms. And a surprisingly intelligent plot to go with them.
There is one movie this reminds me of more than anything else: The Fifth Element. Gorgeous, self-aware, and told with the narrative terseness of a French SF comic book. And utterly panned by the critics.
Spring!
I was walking alongside a street full of cars waiting for the light. A guy shouted, “Hey! I like your tattoo!” out his open window.
“Thanks!”, I shouted back, and spread my arms wide to show off the full spread of my wings as I kept walking.
A chorus of “Wow” “Oooh” “Holy cow” came from the guy and his buddies. I grinned to myself.
I didn’t know until that moment just how much I’ve missed those kinds of little interactions.
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I should be drawing Rita.
I should be doing my laundry.
I should be going to trapeze class this evening.
I should be doing the daily exercise I decided I need to get back into the habit of.
I should be experimenting with a new store site that approached me.
I should be packaging up the Tarot deck order that came in right after I fulfilled the last two orders.
But I still have the tail end of this stupid cold I caught on my trip. All that shit can wait. Who wants to come over and cook something healthy and tasty for me.
(Technique note: this was an attempt at a different approach to how I did that ‘witchsona’ piece yesterday. I tried playing with spot colors and overprint. But it completely fell apart when I exported the image, so I shrugged and switched it back to using multiply mode, and didn’t bother fixing up the weirdnesses this resulted in.)
#witchsona
From my inbox this morning: the rare Dick Pic Solicitation.
From: Not a valid Answer <hondavtx18@yahoo.com>
To: “egypt@urnash.com” <egypt@urnash.com>
i just read a post you wrote in 2012 about your medications and effects it had on your penis. can i see a pic of that?
DEAR INTERNET, HELP ME CHOOSE MY REPLY:
A: I’m sorry, in 2014 I had it replaced with a set of lights that flashes in patterns known to trigger epilepsy in 95% of humanity.
B: Here you go. [picture taken from the profile of Twitter user @hondavtx18]
C: [no response]
D: [leave suggestion in comments]
Another fine mess
“Let's go to Monument Valley for a weekend”, I said. “It'll be neat.” I looked at the forecast: cold but sunny. I bought plane tickets for me and Nick; we made reservations. The plan was to fly into Salt Lake City, spend the night, then rent a car and drive down to the southernmost edge of Utah, spend a couple nights at a lodge by Monument Valleh, look at pretty rocks, then drive back to SLC and fly home.
Well, we got as far as Monument Valley without any major incidents. The GPS we rented with the car refused to charge, so it conked out just before a crucial turn. We realized our error before driving off to somewhere in the desert, and were able to navigate via my phone, an external battery, and some paper maps. We made it to the lodge and thought we were home free.
But then it started snowing. It hasn't stopped. The weather app is telling me there's a winter storm warning in effect for the area, until Monday.
Our room is supposed to have a view of Monument Valley. Right now it has a view of a couple of roads and buildings, then a featureless expanse of white.
That's not all. Flying, then spending a night at high altitudes, then spending six hours driving, did terrible things to Nick's sinuses and various muscles of the neck and head. He barely got any sleep last night due to the ensuing headache. It finally calmed down when the lodge's gift shop opened, and I was able to acquire some aspirin there. He's spent most of the day asleep. I spent most of the day worrying about him,
For a while we were worried he'd contracted something worse. We'd stopped in a Wal-Mart on the drive down for a few supplies – water, an audio cable to play music in the car, and the emergency kit he'd promised his mom he'd get, though we opted not to bother with that last. We both hit the bathroom; there was a guy in the men's room vomiting profusely, and Nick worried he'd gotten it. In fact, reminding him of that early this morning made his body decide to barf a couple of times, just in case. If he DID catch something it's pretty inevitable I've been exposed to it. We will see.
So it looks like we will be changing the flight back and extending our stay. The roads are unlikely to be safe to drive in time for us to make our flight. And it would also be nice to, you know, actually stick around for a day of sunshine and go look at the damn rocks that are the reason for this trip.
He's got his laptop; he'll get some work done. Me? I decided this would be A Vacation, and left mine at home. I won't be working on Rita much this week. I have a sketchbook and a handful of markers; I'll draw… Something. Maybe some fan art, I never draw fan art. Maybe play with designs for Drowning City, maybe just draw whatever and see if anything comes together.
Time to go look at some rocks.
Those rocks ain’t gonna look at themselves.







