hands down the best rendition of the song I’ve ever heard
credit under the cut
The source of the song is Retro Remix Revue!! It is track 8 on their second album!!
Height: Males 5’8”, females 6’4”
Scratcher is the definitive Geometrical Creature, as far as my childhood memories are concerned. I’m not sure how it came about, exactly – probably a combination of the Pokémon Scyther and the wheeled shelves our “tubs” (a predecessor of lockers) were on in primary school. Scratcher is drawn on the front of the Geometrical Safari folder I made when I was a kid, and I used to have an A2 size poster of it I drew on butcher’s paper that I’ve since lost. I have no idea how to describe it in-universe, as I get too clouded by nostalgia, but I’ll do my best.
Scratcher run in flocks of three to five across the landscape of Australia, although individuals traveling by themselves are not uncommon. Scratcher can be found in a diverse range of environments from thick forests to the bush to inhospitable desert, as long as there is some source of food to be found – Scratcher are omnivores, using their long bladed arms for everything from hunting wild kangaroo to stripping bark from trees.
Their three wheel-like feet are able to spin any direction as Scratcher move. This allows them not only to move at very high speeds as they zoom across open plains with all three legs on the ground, but also to be very nimble and perform dexterous movements required for traversing dense and uneven environments. Scratcher’s wings are largely ornamental, being used to create a deep buzzing noise to scare off aggressors, but also provide stability during particularly precise or rapid movement.
Scratcher are highly aggressive and will fight viciously with anything that challenges them, including other Scratcher. The female of the species is larger, and they use their extra size to defend their young from males from rival flocks of Scratcher. Within their own flock, however, Scratcher form a very close bond with each other, and raise their offspring to adulthood.
Here are some photos from the 18C exhibition opening at Blak Dot!
The first few photos make the place look deceptively empty - I actually took those shots half an hour before the exhibition opened, and people were already there! It got pretty packed later on, which was heartening.
I drew with paint pens on the glass, with fellow Melbourne based cartoonists David Blumenstein and Sarah Howell, from Squishface Studio. You might know David’s work from the “Tristian analyses the Bolt Report” comic - he had a Tristian comic in the 18C exhibition too! Needless to say, I was very nervous to collaborate with the two of them (you can tell their work in the window shots, because their caricatures look amazing) but I did it anyway because George Brandis is actually that horrible.
Click on the pictures for explanatory captions!
18C is on for the next week or so at Blak Dot Gallery. You can even draw your own responses to this racist law amendment there in the gallery, and have it recorded for posterity at the end of the exhibition! I highly recommend going to check it out.
Commission #4 - Portrait Sketch for letstauntskullgrin
I love Martin. He’s a rad dude and if you don’t follow him and his work you are missing out on some good stuff. So I’m just really glad I got to do this little portrait sketch for him.
Sono drew a sketch of me! It is so cool and so weird seeing myself drawn in someone else’s style and I love it.
(letstauntskullgrin is my blog for silly non-work things and also friendship.)
Reblogging this to here as well, because it’s in the weird space of both being cool art stuff and cool friends stuff.
Apparently this is "The clearest photo of Mercury ever taken."
why isnt everyone getting so excited about this, it is literally another planet look at how beautiful it is stop what your doing and look at how alien like this planet is what is living there oh my god mercury
Those colours aren’t what it would look like if you were to look at it yourself, though! It’s a composite image showing chemical and mineral differences across the surface.
Which is not to take away from the beauty of this picture. If anything, it’s even more beautiful! All of those things are still actually there, but our eyes can’t see them. In that regard, false-colour images are no different than looking through a microscope, and they can reveal the otherworldly beauty that we find in the universe through science.
(Also funfact: Mercury has shrunk by roughly seven kilometers.)
That would be 100% the one I would buy, assuming I had a need for “easy squeeze sour cream” (MAYBE I DO??)
Turn out getting a tattoo wasn’t as painful as I thought it’d be.
So yeah, here it is :3
That’s some really nice linework, especially on the far-left shape! (I don’t remember what it is, it’s been years since I played Metroid Prime.)
All people seem to feel the sensation of tattooing differently, based on the anecdotal evidence I’ve heard anyway, so I’m super-curious about what you thought it felt like.
(To me, it felt like a burn feels just after you’ve burned yourself - as opposed to while getting the burn - but that the feeling stopped instantly whenever the needle gun was off my skin.)
(that’d be the Ice beam :3)
It felt like a sharpish pin being jammed into my arm, dragged around a little. Not exactly excruciating but it was definitely sharp.
Which, I guess, is exactly what was happening now that I read that sentence again ahah.
I guess it could be described like really sharp pinching? Like, someone with uncut fingernails grabbing a tiny bit of your arm and pinching it between their nails.
Also, the pain increased depending on where was being attended to, most notably the top middle and two side ones were the most painful.
Interesting! They say that areas with more muscle hurt less, but I found the opposite (and the artist who was doing it said it’s different for everyone).
(Also sorry for the weird cross-blog-blogging, I wanted to put the design on my art blog, but not our inevitable back-and-forth.)
It looks really good, though! It’ll be cool to see it in person sometime (are you able to come to the opening tomorrow?), tats always look different in the flesh, pun one-third intended.
Featuring Lucy the puppy and my friend Bayne (also my epic Star Wars print)
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Let me tell you… THE STORY. The story of… a dessert.
The supermarket had vanilla and chocolate wafers for 70 cents a box, so I decided to buy two boxes and make a chocolate lasagne.
The rest of the ingredients cost $16.30. See, THAT’S how they get you.
Anyway, I started layering them up. The wafers were the pasta of this bizarre and likely diabetes inducing experiment, so they went on first:
Then went a layer of Smarties.
I was working on the understanding that, in the oven, they would melt in their shells and the shells would crack and delicious candied chocolate Smartie goo would leak out over everything, mmm delicious.
BUT WHAT A PROUD FOOL I WOULD LATER BE PROVEN. "He that is proud eats up himself; pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle, but not his own Smartie goo, and he DOESN’T eat up his desert lasagne." - Troilus and Cressida
After that, it was more wafers, and an arrangement of Oreos. The cream in the middle of the Oreos was ALSO SUPPOSED to melt, collapsing the cookies into their base form and spilling as mana over my creation.
Then I plonked a whole block of dark chocolate over the whole thing to drizzle lightly down, cos what could go wrong right?? This is such a good idea you guys.
such a good idea
So then into the oven it went! With every minute that ticked down on the oven timer, my anticipation and excitement grew tenfold. This was happening: this, my gift to the world. This is the one they were gonna remember me for.
But then, the first signs of disaster: a dark portent for what was to come. Nothing was melting properly! Turns out Smartie shells are, y’know DESIGNED SPECIFICALLY to not melt, which gummed up the works. Well, no, it stopped the works from gumming up, which was actually what I wanted. Why didn’t I crush their shells first… before they crushed me (emotionally)!??
I kept pressing down on the cookies, trying to get the chocolate to spill down in a gushing cascade, but even that proved stubborn. All that happened was chocolate kind of oozed lazily over the glass dish, and I burned my fingers on the unevenly heated fudge parts of the cookies.
NOTHING MELTED PROPERLY. I had the oven pretty high, too! I could actually smell the tops of the cookies starting to burn when I took the dish out. Look at this mess. What a waste. What a waste of money and hope and dreams.
But still, waste not want not, so it’s time to hoe into this bad boy.
So chocolatey. The flavours! The crunch of Smarties as warm chocolate bursts onto admittedly slightly gooey Oreos in my mouth, the light whisps of wafer bringing countermelody to the crescendo of rich, dark chocolate. I ate the whole bowl I served myself, savouring each moment, and oh god jesus my stomach no whyyyyy
why did i do this
I felt so sick. Sick like death. That horrible feeling where you REALLY want to vomit but your body isn’t vomiting? And if you were twelve years old again, you’d sit on Santa’s lap, and whisper “Please, patron saint of gifts and cheer, please, make my digestive tract undo this agony I have wrought in my foolish haste.”
I had to lie down, but when I did, I’d start thinking “maybe sitting up will hurt less,” but when I’d sit up, I’d think “no no, lie back down,” in an endless Sisyphean chocolate nightmare. I actually called someone over to hold my ankles so I could do a handstand to turn my body upside-down. I don’t know what I thought that was going to do; but in retrospect, I had transcended so many psychic levels of existence by that point, cartoon stomach-physics seemed a mere triviality to accomplish.
Being upside-down (strangely) felt a little more comfortable, but this might have just been my imagination. You have to remember, I had literally just called someone over to help turn me upside-down: I honestly thought that would fix things somehow, so my mental processes from the time are somewhat suspect. It was like the whole 60s happened all at once in my kitchen. Oh, my hubris!
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings!
Look on my food, ye mighty, and despair!”
FAST FORWARD TO THE NEXT DAY.
It was like coming down off a high, with both the sweats AND paranoia. I had created something that Should Not Be. I had to dispose of the evidence.
So, I put the whole thing into a blender, and reduced it to this fine powder:
If you snorted this you would SEE THROUGH TIME. But I didn’t, because instead, I baked it into a cake shaped like a combination of Noah’s Ark and a UFO. the conspiracy theorists… were RIGHT
We’re through the looking glass here people.
Anyway, I didn’t want this thing in my house, so off to the neighbours’ house it went. Their children will probably eat it and become the Kwisatz Haderach.