Saturday, 28 June 2008

George Carlin RIP

Edit: According to a comment on this post this isn't George Carlin. I thought about removing it, but essentially I subscribe to many of the sentiments in it, so I'll leave it here.


The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.


Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

If you don't send this to at least 8 people....Who cares?

George Carlin

Thursday, 26 June 2008

Wednesday, 25 June 2008

Thunderdome Scrappers

Whilst I'm in a posting mood, and Concept Art and CGSociety are out for me right now (dunno what's going on but I can't seem to access any graphics site tonight), here are a couple of my Thunderdome pieces for the recent Concept Art challenge, that I ended up scrapping for various reasons, but will still finish off anyway. The first is kind of a nod to Norman Rockwell, and the second just plain weird... I don't know what was going on in my head when I started this one... The theme was Outbreak.

Up Up and Away

I've been drawing girls in flying gear for so long it's about time I started to refine a character I think. This is Valerie... a very quick lunchtime doodle.

Wednesday, 18 June 2008


Blogs are weird things. You kind of fire off into the darkness and hope you hit something. I have really no idea if anyone ever looks at the thing apart from unreliable view counters. But still I forge onward, posting the odd thing here and there...

I've not been very active recently. I took a week off work to catch up with some personal things, and coincidentally my father became very ill and has spent the last two weeks in hospital. He has multiple sclerosis and some rather bad internal bleeding complicated this and set it back quite abruptly. As a result his mobility is badly affected. It's quite soul destroying to watch a man who was once incredibly active take minutes to cross a room just to go to the toilet. He has actually had it for over 40 years, and went blind in one eye in the '60's, but it was only identified as MS in the last 20 years, since when he has slowly deteriorated. My mother has been his carer for sometime now, and has adapted the house to take this into account. His mind is still pretty sorted though, and he is as obstinate and grumpy as ever! I don't normally post this kind of personal information. Frankly it's not really anyone's concern, but if I have a chance to bring the obcene and debilitating illness of Multiple Sclerosis to the attention of people then I will.

UK Multiple Sclerosis Society

Wikipedia entry for MS

MS can affect people in so many ways. Like I say, my father has had it for many years and its progress has been slow, but it can also do what it does in the space of a year. Unpredictable and obcene.

Some 'art' soon!

Wednesday, 4 June 2008

Trashy Pulp

This is an old image I thought might make an interesting pulp cover. She was originally for one of the Character of the Weeks on, and she was called Petra Hepburn.
Still listening to Swans a lot, and an old band I discovered years ago, Pain Teens.

Also, went to see Chemical Wedding the other day. Very bizarre! This was a movie with Simon Callow as a university professor who is for all intents is re-incarnated as Aleister Crowley. It's produced by Bruce Dickinson from Iron Maiden, and although he obviously has an affection for his subject, it's essentially a metal bands impression of the man: all the salaciousness and none of the subtlety. Callow is great, and the film held my interest; noticing all the in joke references to Crowley's life is fun (names like Victor, Leah and Haddo himself) but I'm still waiting for a less OTT film about the Great Beast!