Saturday, August 27, 2005

"Show and Tell" on Mars.


"Hi, I'm Calburt. This is Figment. I made it out of spare parts scavenged about the steampunk alleys of an abandoned Martian metropolis. It took me 4 seconds, 13 hours, and 7 days to build. It's still learning to walk. My next project is a pocket-sized flux capacitor powered by burning fur and the screams of the innocent. Thank you."

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Old Martian nursery rhyme.


Efrosyni, Efrosyni, Efrosyni.  
Payed no heed to wise old granny.  
Made fun of the witch that lived in the gully.  
Was cursed, not once, but thrice too many.  
With fugly feet, a wing and taily.  
Was born a lefty, now a righty.  
The ears, however, are naturali.  
Efrosyni, Efrosyni, Efrosyni.


This sketch was from an earlier work-in-progress post. I won't go in to detail but a few changes were made. I'll leave it up to you to hunt down the old pic and see the tweaks for yourself. But I say stick a fork in this beyatch. It's done, more or less.

Monday, August 15, 2005



Hey Miss Maycee so spacey. Hope you had a smooth ride back to northern Cali.

Once again, happy berfday!

...And she wonders if there's life on Mars.

Friday, August 12, 2005

Dung Beetle of Mars.


Observe as the hairy, Martian dung beetle leap at the chance to claim a steamy pile of shit. These excreted treasures are then rolled into lumpy spheres by the curious creature. Rich in methane, these magnificent turds are dipped into sulfur puddles and left to bake in the sun. The beetle will then bury the volatile mixture underground forming a perimeter around it's burrow. These nature's land mines are then triggered by unsuspecting trespassers. Blown to smithereens, the intruder's dismembered parts are then collected by the beetle to be displayed as trophies around it's home. If enough body parts are acquired the male stands a good chance of attracting the female species for mating.