Made in Flash. I think.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
At McGill University, you don’t cease working, work ceases YOU!
I was asked by a friend to write a 200-300 word essay on my experiences studying at McGill University for a local publication a while back. This is what I handed in.
When I finally arrived at McGill, I was ready to carve out an identity for myself. “Ha!” McGill scoffed, “identity. What an alien concept. You are but a number among the millions of others here!” I tried to interject, call for help, anything, but before any thought even crossed my head I heard “Goeth to class, serf!” And so I did, in fear of being fed to the coal furnace that powers the insurmountable McGill bureaucracy deep within the square blocks of windowless concrete that populate campus.
In class, you listen attentively to what the teacher has to say. If the appropriate forms have been approved, you may, if the question quota has not been exceeded, raise your hand. The professor will point at you and proclaim “Rise, 260320013”, and you will rise, and you will ask your question in a polite and respectful manner, and then he will answer it and will grant you permission to sit as you accordingly nod in gratitude.
When lectures are finished, you return to your assigned group living establishment, thinking to yourself, “What interesting and accurate insight I have learned today. I surely am satisfied”. Life among comrades is centered on the improvement of work ethic. Activities include reading and discussion of passages from the Little Green Book, as well as a variety of leisures authorized by the McGill Ministry of Student Services.
I have, accidentally and against my wishes, overheard some who speak of poor souls who choose to avoid their obligations and engage in what is classified as “non-authorized social interactions” (as specified in Article 5 Subsection 2.73 of the Official Code of Conduct). But as they revel in their rebellion, they ignore the imminent season of purging! At the end of every December and May harvest, disciples are subject to a successive series of thorough written and oral examinations. Those below administration-set efficiency standards are transferred to the Manual Labor and Practices Division in Eastern Saskatchewan, where they await reevaluation. Many are not heard of ever again.
Easily beats going to Concordia though. What a bunch of fucking hippies.
When I finally arrived at McGill, I was ready to carve out an identity for myself. “Ha!” McGill scoffed, “identity. What an alien concept. You are but a number among the millions of others here!” I tried to interject, call for help, anything, but before any thought even crossed my head I heard “Goeth to class, serf!” And so I did, in fear of being fed to the coal furnace that powers the insurmountable McGill bureaucracy deep within the square blocks of windowless concrete that populate campus.
In class, you listen attentively to what the teacher has to say. If the appropriate forms have been approved, you may, if the question quota has not been exceeded, raise your hand. The professor will point at you and proclaim “Rise, 260320013”, and you will rise, and you will ask your question in a polite and respectful manner, and then he will answer it and will grant you permission to sit as you accordingly nod in gratitude.
When lectures are finished, you return to your assigned group living establishment, thinking to yourself, “What interesting and accurate insight I have learned today. I surely am satisfied”. Life among comrades is centered on the improvement of work ethic. Activities include reading and discussion of passages from the Little Green Book, as well as a variety of leisures authorized by the McGill Ministry of Student Services.
I have, accidentally and against my wishes, overheard some who speak of poor souls who choose to avoid their obligations and engage in what is classified as “non-authorized social interactions” (as specified in Article 5 Subsection 2.73 of the Official Code of Conduct). But as they revel in their rebellion, they ignore the imminent season of purging! At the end of every December and May harvest, disciples are subject to a successive series of thorough written and oral examinations. Those below administration-set efficiency standards are transferred to the Manual Labor and Practices Division in Eastern Saskatchewan, where they await reevaluation. Many are not heard of ever again.
Easily beats going to Concordia though. What a bunch of fucking hippies.
260320013 is a satisfied student at McGill University
He currently happily resides in the catacombs under
the Redpath Library, awaiting trial for thought crimes
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Imma lay dis' out for you
In high school I was the layout editor for my high school magazine. Here are few of the cool things I did (at least considering I was just a dumb 16 year old with alot of free time back then)
Done in inDesign
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Sunday Afternoon Sketches
Some new stuff for a change. Mostly some experimentin' with poses.
Check out these sexy gals!
Done with ye trusty olde Pilots and #2s
Check out these sexy gals!
Done with ye trusty olde Pilots and #2s
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Bayside Chillin'
Something cool I did over the summer. I kinda fucked up the sun (the black pen ink smudged up the overall color), but the rest came out surprisingly well
Done with 7mm Pilots and highlighters. Yeah, that's right, highlighters
Friday, August 21, 2009
Über-Random
Some background filler for an art magazine. It was supposed to be three to four times bigger in size, but I never had the time to finish the whole thing (i.e. distracted by something shiny)
Done in Flash, mostly
Sunday, August 16, 2009
True story
So here's a comic I did for an art magazine 1-2 years back. Woot.
(You can click to enlarge and thus make it, you know, readable)
(You can click to enlarge and thus make it, you know, readable)
Accomplished with the trusty ol' Pilots and Sharpies
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
I see you
I found this blog to be severely lacking in the "fucking creepy" department. Fixed.
Drawn in Flash
Thursday, July 16, 2009
And you thought your city looked boring
So I got a basket-full of art for y'all. Here are some backgrounds for an old project that never really got off the ground. These art files have been slowly rotting away on my hard drive for over three years, and even if I do get around to finishing said project I'll probably not reuse any of this, so I might as well post them here.
Looking back, it's a shame none of this came to fruition as some of these turned out great, but hey, such is the life of the frustrated artist :/
Looking back, it's a shame none of this came to fruition as some of these turned out great, but hey, such is the life of the frustrated artist :/
All made with Flash MX, my Wacom and grits
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