Thursday, July 31, 2008

Wires. Crossed.

Charles Brown, Architect

Sky Pilot




Just feels like something out of an old Atari game. Or something.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

More Duskin'


Formation

Ready...


Break!

Lurkin' Green


Tuesday, July 29, 2008

That's the Way ta Do It

So, I'm not huge on getting signatures and autographs, though I have a few (and a few more than I used to, thanks to Agent Smith). Mostly because I don't know what to do with them. I mean, they're kind of odd things. "Here, look, I was at this place where this other person was, and they wrote their name on something. And look, they wrote my name too."

Still, sometimes, they are pretty cool, and sometimes, the people who actually do the signings are cool. Case in point being Neil Gaiman. I've been at two things where he was signing stuff, and the second wasn't even a signing, just a public appearance where he talked about... stuff. But in both cases, he stuck around longer than he was supposed to, or needed to, to accommodate as many people as he could.

One was at a signing outside of Pittsburgh, in ol' Monroeville town, many years ago. The guy stays a couple hours past the end of the scheduled signing, and then, after I ask what I'm sure must have been an annoying question about the status of Miracleman (still in legal limbo at the time thanks to a certain person), he sees I have the hardcover of his brilliant Mr. Punch:


He tells me the hardcover's rare, since DC printed fewer books than they'd had orders for (something like 11,000 were printed, after orders of 16,000, something like that.) "And so," he concludes, "you get a sketch."



The guy didn't have to do that, and I'm sure his hand was pretty cramped by that point. But he did.

So, I try not to geek out over stuff like that, but Gaiman's cool, and sometimes, signatures are kinda cool too.

Monday, July 28, 2008

A Little Dragonfly Action

View from the Fire Pit

On the path to Picnic Point:

36 Views of the Dome: Eight

Ben and Jen

Two more depart from Madison, as the Grand Exodus of 2008 continues.

Jen Cook, who arrived in town when I did, heads off to ply her trade in the wilds of distant Canadia. Here, she strikes a pose:

(That would be the unflappable Heather Shimon over on the right, momentarily caught in the headlights.)

And the inestimable Ben Aslinger heads down to Memphis, then up to a well-deserved position in Boston, to teach and to generally be cool, as evidenced here:


Best wishes to the both of yinz. Long may ye wave.

Monday Morning Flahr Pahr

Short and sweet today.

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Also...


Beetle


Further Ferment

Down the Road

Getting all DGG. As usual.




Or, DGG/TO/JN/AS. To be obscure.

Saturday, July 26, 2008

"When the Lights... Go Down... In the City"





Okay, so it's not on the Bay. But it's on an Isthmus, which is cooler.

Friday, July 25, 2008

Also...

One of these...

Harmonizin': Counting



Thanks to Le Frank for this one.

Meanwhile...

No Rain



Cue that ol' song.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Should've Taken That Left Turn at Albequerque

As the Crow Flies



Not the best. Need to get a better shot of one of those little f***ers in flight.

Title for Jake Smith.

And as the crow doesn't fly:

The Other Side of the Mountain





Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Co-Op



Mifflin Street Co-Op. Which ain't no more. But the wall's still standing.

Two of a Kind




Drink It In

Tuesday, July 22, 2008