Bad, BAD dog!
“Some powerful interests who had been dominating the agenda in Washington for a very long time and they’re not always happy with me. They talk about me like a dog. That’s not in my prepared remarks, but it’s true,” he told a crowd largely consisting of union members.
Any idea what President Sissybaby is on about here?
September 6, 2010 — 9:42 pm
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At midnight, my brain turned into a pumpkin
Yes! This could be my lamest Photoshop EVARRR!
What happened was, I spent the evening working on a P’shop, and it just never really gelled. And midnight rolled around and there I was, stuck.
Doesn’t happen to me very often. Usually, I celebrate my crappiest work right up there with my…somewhat less crappy work.
Hey, recognize that brain? It’s the same brain from yesterday. It turns up at the bottom of the first page of hits on a Google image search of “brain.” It’s sort of my go-to brain for P’shops: nice big three-quarter view set against an easily maskable black background.
Oh, lord…I have a favorite internet brain photo. Somebody pour me a gin and tonic.
September 2, 2010 — 11:30 pm
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‘Nuff said
I think our trainee president has really put his foot in it this time.
August 16, 2010 — 11:30 pm
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Quick! Poke him in the tummy…!
I have never seen such a display of political incompetence — accelerating political incompetence — than the Obama administration is treating us to at the moment. It’s like they’re fucking up logarithmically now.
The golfing, the vacationing, the lavish entertaining — all in the teeth of an electorate that is broke, scared and spitting mad, on the eve of a crucial election that is looking historically awful for Democrats.
And then Gibbs goes and takes a swipe at his own base.
I honestly don’t know what we’re looking at here.
I don’t know what to call this.
So I’m going with “epic incompetence,” because I can’t quite wrap my head around “death wish.”
The Gibbs-as-Pillsbury-Doughboy idea has been floating around HotAir for a while, incidentally (I’d give credit if I knew who to). It doesn’t speak to his personality at all, but it perfectly describes his huge, pale, doughy melon.
August 13, 2010 — 10:39 pm
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Just one of those days…
If I ever finish this drawing, I think I’ll call it “Gratitude.”
Recycling an old junk drawing today; we had One Of Those. Uncle B had to go see somebody several towns over and on the way back the exhaust system kind of…fell off. Disconnected somewhere under the driver’s seat. That’s when we discovered he’d left his cell phone where we were just at.
Fortunately, we weren’t far from home, so we could put on the emergency flashers and drag that sparking bad boy back to the house, but Uncle B can’t live without his cellphone for long because apparently it doubles as a life support system. I think he uses it to reoxygenate red blood cells or something. So we had to saddle up the Weaselmobile and go back for it.
So not a lot got done today. Run, Al!
August 10, 2010 — 10:07 pm
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It’s a fifty-foot cyborg Scalia. Why?
The reader formerly known as Skeptic wrote to tell me that Frank J. over at IMAO had posted about a fifty foot cyborg Scalia and he — the reader formerly known as Skeptic — could not rest until he had seen a P’shop representation of this wondrous machine.
Now, I generally don’t do requests — not because y’all don’t come up with some corking ideas, but because I’m lousy at visualizing somebody else’s pictures. This is why I gave up on freelance illustration after a couple of angry, drunken years.
But a fifty-foot rampaging cyborg Antonin Scalia? Well, who doesn’t fantasize about that?
Click the picture to embiggen and becolor.
August 9, 2010 — 11:41 pm
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Ummm…because I can?
You know, I might be the first person who ever digitally altered someone’s race.
I drove an early photo manipulation workstation in the mid Eighties, several years before Photoshop existed. We were doing this primitive computer simulation/game that involved lots of static head shots of various characters. It was a training thing. We had just finished, when it dawned on some clever sod that there weren’t any persons of color in it.
So, I took one of the characters — the one my boss had modeled for, as it happened — and made him a brother. It was a perfectly harmless bit of illustration. He looked handsomer in color, if I do say so myself.
Management was -=HORRIFIED=- when they saw it. They could quite put their finger on what was wrong about it, but they made me erase it on the spot and gave me to understand I’d done a Very Bad Thing and Must Never Tell Anyone.
Anyhow, a funny thing happened on the way to the national conversation on race we were supposed to be having…
So, I confess, I’m far too lazy to go listen to Part Two of the Shirley Sharrod/NAACP speech that was supposed to exonerate her and leave egg all over Breitbart’s face.
Because, frankly, I’m having a hell of a time imagining anything she could have said in Part Two that would get her off the hook for Part One. Except, maybe, “Oh my god, I was such an asshole, those things I was saying a few minutes ago…”
Did anybody listen to the whole thing?
July 21, 2010 — 10:41 pm
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Screwing with the classics
The current topic at Freaking News is Degas. Which just cried out for the weasel treatment (The Absinthe Drinker meets plop-plop, fizz-fizz).
I really dislike the Impressionists. Not so much for their work — though some of it is truly hideous, some is okay — but because they have been so grossly overestimated and overpraised in my lifetime — and roundly congratulated for overthrowing the art that preceded them. They aren’t nearly good enough to be put forward as the bestest art that ever was.
I believed that before I got a look at the art they “overthrew” — the pre-Raphaelites and Victorian narrative painting. And when I did, my dislike of the Impressionists ripened into ripe dislike.
Late Victorian painting too often strayed into the silly and the sloppy-sentimental, I’ll cop to that, but it was by-god the most technically accomplished use of oil paint ever. Pre-impressionist Victorians loved to paint lush, creamy textures — polished wood, oriental carpets, mother of pearl, alabaster, fur, feathers — and they were irrepressible show-offs.
Sadly, “overthrow” is the right word. You couldn’t give away Victorian paintings for the longest time (there’s a persistent rumor that one of Alma Tadema‘s canvases was rescued off a trash heap). Museums that hold them seldom show them. I learned to keep an eye on side passages and other inauspicious hanging spots, in the hope of catching some stray bit of the 19th C collection accidentally on display.
That’s changing a bit, thanks in large part to Andrew Lloyd Weber. Hate his musicals, love his art collection.
July 19, 2010 — 11:11 pm
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Not exactly Superman…
Faster than a speeding runnybabbit…
More powerful than a really strong runnybabbit…
Able to leap tall runnybabbits in a single bound…
Look, under that hedge! It’s — A WEASEL!
Yeah. Heh. My nephew bought a weasel shirt.
It’s the first I’ve seen one of my own products in person, on account of I am FAR too cheap to pay trans-Atlantic postage. I’m relieved to observe that the print quality and color fidelity looked good.
Okay, y’all — you know the drill. Show up tomorrow at 6pm Weasel Blog Time to make your pick in the Tenth Celebrity Dead Pool.
And if steve wins it a third time in a row, for god’s sake nobody sit next to him.
July 1, 2010 — 10:34 pm
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Badge of honor
Over at the excellent Watts Up With That blog (which I read and would surely put on my blogroll if I weren’t such a banana about updating my blogroll), they’ve got a thread going on a recently published ‘blacklist’ of climate skeptics.
General opinion in the comment thread: it’s an honor to be on the list, rather irritating to be left off of it and, on the whole, it would be awfully gratifying to have some kind of actual badge that one could wear signifying one is a member of the skeptocracy. A blacklistophile.
That’s when my name came up.
I agreed to take some of the rough ideas and smooth them off a bit. And then we’re going to…umm…I’m not sure, actually. Take the best and put them on buttons? Take all the damn things and put them on buttons?
I don’t know. We can work that out later. For now, let’s kick around some ideas. In this thread, I’ll post pics of some of the stuff I’ve done from some of the suggestions from WUWT. Feel free to chime in and claim your idea, if you spot it — it was a long thread and I didn’t take names. If you’ve created artwork to illustrate your idea, email it to stoaty@ (I wish you could post pictures into the thread yourselves, but WordPress won’t allow it).
If you want to create artwork that’ll actually be usable, it needs to be about 900 by 900 pixels for a 3″ button and more like 2400 pixels for a t-shirt. I know what you’re thinking — it looks great on my screen and it’s only 150 pixels! — well, it won’t look great in print without all them extra pixels. I swears.
Ready? Begin.
June 24, 2010 — 10:28 pm
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