Monday, December 31, 2007

A look at 2008

What's in the future for the sketchblog in 2008? Well, more crappy last minute sketches like this one, that's for sure, but there will also be other things:

For one Brian will get a nice little hat to cover up a bit of a hair thing she'll be dealing with in the next few BBB episodes (she's not going bald, of course). and the Bandana bounty hunters will be making an expected appearence as well.

And I'll hopefully be going back to Vic and Seans old adventures during the next 6 months. That should be pretty fun.

Magic 8 ball girl is in there too, but I don't think she'll be out in space, that's just a joke.

Youtube wise, we'll have a few more movies with the BDMeow Crew, as well as some pre-officer officer cartoons (we're talking really old stuff here.)

Oh, and Don Keyote 5. I should definitely remember that one.

Sunday, December 30, 2007

Saturday, December 29, 2007

Beat Mission Impossible 2!!!

It took me 20 years to beat mission impossible 2, but I did it!

Also, I found out Novatrade was responsible for that game.
The same novatrade that made Ecco the Dolphin, and Chakan the Forever man.

One by one Novatrade, I'll beat all your treacherous works!

Friday, December 28, 2007

Old stuff



Here's an old movie me and the gang made a few years ago. This is when Jeremy would out of nowhere have us make a movie and we would have no idea what we were going to be doing.

I mean, he still does that, but this is how it started.

I think I look at the camera too much in this one. ugh.

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Dilligence color

Had to fix Sean's midrift a bit.


Also, I picked up the DS remake of Impossible mission (Totally worth 10 bucks), although the new ending looks like something out of an Academy of art college commercial. What in gods name were they thinking?
Still I hope they remake the second game too, I got an NES version of it, but it's pretty glitchy.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Dilligence

A finished version of this picture will be on Dev art shortly. This was sketched in a combination of the Framing techniques I've learned and the japanese esque writing Style I've adapted too.

But I also had a little help from that small voice that says "Shut up, It's good enough ok, stop drawing that leg."

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Monday, December 24, 2007

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Mad Photoshopping Skillz


Ok, they aren't the best on the web, but it's not a bad job for working with the free version of photoshop. It runs down a bit in the lower left corner, because that's a cut off point.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Friday, December 21, 2007

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

8 Ball Girl



Magic 8 ball Girl was not always a super hero. She was once a little poutey sidekick.

Fun Design here. I was originally going to go with just the same costume as before but slightly younger... somehow a denim overall dress with pig tails came up and she got even younger.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Real Estate Ninjas

Say, Neji, What's the most important rule in Real Estate?

Sunday, December 16, 2007

ITSUGO!



This is too esoteric for people to get, which is a shame because it's probably the best joke this sketchblogs had in a long time.

late night

Tonights 8 Ball Girl was Full color sunday and took me forever to do. Man...

So for todays sketch here's a very epic picture that is technically part of the comic, but darn it it's better than most sketches I do.

Friday, December 14, 2007

Phantom Brave

It would be tough finding a balance between work, school, family, video games, flash, Magic 8 ball girl, and this sketch blog...

But thankfully I barely pay attention in class, barely work, ignore my family, and make up excuse after excuse for not working on my flash. So there's plenty of time for video games, M8BG, and the sketchblog...

Mostly just video games...

I bought a helper monkey for the other two...

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Professor Eliot Porfirio

I did a really quick sketch for The Professor here to try and get a better Idea for his look. After I wrote that little story, I had his character with much better definition so as you can see, it was much easier to draw him out than it was the last time.

This Picture does pretty well to show his eccentric sloppyness, while leaving room for him to be very intimidating when he has to be.

I'll consider drawing a framed and structured picture of him later.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Brian Backstory

I had to write a fiction story for a class, and I ended up choosing to write out Brian Green's Backstory.


“Welcome to the Laboratory of Professor Eliot Porfirio!”
____The greeting fell deaf on the ears of the two men. The two men were not there to be entertained by Porfirio’s daughter. They were there because he had requested the government send for an evaluation regarding his work, most likely to request more wasted funding, and the young lady was not demonstrating the working environment they were looking for. The girl was not about to jeopardize the good professor’s work, and so she put her designer megaphone away as she resigned to lead them inside.
____The Professor had been waiting for them inside, sitting behind a large oak table that buffered him from his guests, and staring at them from behind his shadowing unkempt hair and large glasses. In a large but thin voice he invited them both to have a seat, while the young girl went to prepare a few drinks.
____Harmon Stuart climbed into one of the chairs as asked and didn’t say a word. He kept a close observation of everything in the room.
____Leland Tulle fell into the other chair, though he had one eye still on the girl, “You have your family live here with you, Porfirio?” a girl her age didn’t feel at place in such a groaning bunker in the middle of the ocean. It had the atmosphere of a damp cave, and there was hardly any lighting both inside and out.
____Porfirio hardly took this into account, though, “My family and work are far too intertwined for me to keep apart.”
The situation was beyond Mr. Tulle, but Mr. Stuart had herd plenty about this place to put the pieces together, “She’s very impressive, professor. Apart from the off colored hair, she seems perfectly human.”
____Leland took a second look at the girl before she disappeared into the galley, and tried to rationalize how a sweet young girl no older than fifteen could be a military weapon worth the governments attention, much less the funding they’d been providing this man for the past twenty years.
____In truth, though, Porfirio’s projects were not about taking innocent kids and turning them into weapons of war, but arguably the opposite. The professor would show them what he meant and excused himself from the room, coming back with a small bundled infant. “This, gentlemen, is how the girl in question, Model Blue, started out: an ever observant, ever learning bundle of flesh, capable of growing older and wiser into almost anything she could choose,” but the infant in his arms and the Blue Model girl had one noticeable difference from other children of the world. They were not made from trillions of cells, but trillions of Nan machines. Everything about these machines was modeled after human development. They were not built from assorted parts like some metal Frankenstein monster. They were grown from a single nanobot, and developed slowly over the months before they began real function. Even after that they needed years to grow further, to mature, develop and learn, before they could serve a purpose as weapons. It was a maturation cycle purposely paralleled to humans. “So you see, Mr. Leland Tulle, I’m not turning children into weapons, I’m turning weapons into children.”
____“The man still has a point, Professor,” Model Blue slid back into the room with a teapot in one hand and four glasses in the other, “honestly, I don’t know how you can stand living in a place so dank.” All three of the men at the table were served, while Blue took a cup for herself and sat somewhere more comfortable than the table. The drinks proved not to be tea, but boiled vodka, and other assorted liquors the girl had found around the home.
“…And like human children,” the professor poured out his glass onto the stone floor, “the development of these robots is not something I have complete control over.”
The two men let their drinks sit untouched at the table. They were eager to begin the evaluation.

____Mr. Stuart and Mr. Tulle were handed a few photos of a recent robot from Porfirio. From the pictures it was apparent this robot was male (as male as a robot could be), no older than 10, and almost certainly a fighter. His skin was a metallic gray, and his hair was blindingly red. In the past, Porfirio would show the inspectors this boy in person, but since Model Red’s recent death, that was not recommended.
____The death of one of his robots had not quite been a new loss for the professor. For every robot that was successful, there were dozens of failures- some still birth, others far too dependant
To keep alive -and the successful ones were all put in the line of fire at a constant basis. Each one of his creations was always a few miss-steps from death, and though Red was the only one lost due to war, he was always prepared for it.
____The Red Model was one of the more compassionate of the professor’s robots, but he was outstanding in any war zone. During every conflict he was sent out on, he performed brilliantly. During every government overview in the past 3 years, it was Red who impressed them more than anyone else. He was effective enough in fighting to be worth the government’s money, and he was human enough to show the potential for this technology outside of weaponry. He represented everything they wanted out of this project.
____Mr. Tulle could tell that this was all true just from looking at the photos there: despite his age, everything about him gave off the appearance of a real soldier; stoicism layered over personal emotion. It was a look that could not be easily made out of just a weapon. It was inspiring, but it begged the question. “So how did he die?”
____“Nothing extra ordinary,” across the room, where Blue was relaxing, another of the robots caught his attention. She was much less human looking than the Blue or Red Model: she was an ivory white from head to toe and her eyes were as large as her fist. “He died like anyone else. He took a hit; he fell; he did nothing to recover. In the end, he was no better than the people we were fighting.” White seemed much less alive than Blue as well, she was so still that even Mr. Stuart was shocked to find he hadn’t noticed her until now.
____Leland turned his attention back to the professor, eager to keep that White Model out of view. White’s eyes brought in nothing but fear, and everything around those eyes was even more intimidating. Even her voice sounded structured and emotionless. It was strange to see her next to Model Blue- the one who was so human like and seemed so unfit for war.

____Mr. Stuart felt he knew where the professor’s story was going, and told him that the government would be willing to increase his funding if it meant bringing back the project’s best subject.
____Professor Porfirio burst into a muffled laugh he did well to restrain. It was still unnerving to both of the men, and it did not help that the white robot continued to monitor them while a livelier Model Blue began to drown out all other sounds in the room as she cackled along with her professor. This outpost seemed less and less friendly to them.
____The Professor gathered himself and explained slowly enough to the good Mr. Harmon Stuart that there was no better chance of repairing Model Red than there was of raising the dead: “He was developed over the process of 9 months, conditioned for more than 9 years. Every machine that made up his being relied on a compatibility formed from their own self creation and self maintenance over the course of that time. It’s a fragile connection and without it, the body has lost the fundamental skills needed to sustain its own life. I can start over, of course, but the factors are infinite and unduplicable. No amount of money could bring him back; no amount can replace him. That’s what death is Mr. Stuart! I assume the Government knows the basics of life and death!”
____Porfirio gave himself a minute to calm down. Red’s death had been a heavy toll on him and had shown him how easily his creations lives could be taken away. However, time was better spent on the living, which brought him to the next subject at hand.
____The two men were shown another photo: a girl around the same age as Red, though she looked far from being anything like him. She had green hair that bounced down to her chest and the camouflage fatigues she had on looked like something she would wear to sleep in rather than fight in, but there was more to her than that, the professor assured them.
____Models Red and Green were made within days of each other, and though she may not look like it in that photo, Green was fiercely competitive with Read in battle. He stood as her constant goal in performance, and was perhaps her only motivation to take on an assignment. She hated fighting outside of surpassing her rival.
____They were a true pair, even away from battle. They would sneak away from the others to find all the secrets this little bunker had to offer, and shared everything between themselves. Most likely just ways of killing at first, but more idle talk took over eventually. There was an entirely separate life between the two of them.
____“Of course, Model Red’s death had a traumatic impact on Green. One I can’t expect either of you to comprehend. She lost not just her partner, but the person who knew her better than anyone else, even myself, I’m ashamed to say.
____“I could go as far to say she was the one who really died that day. Her memories of Red are still plenty alive, but there isn’t anyone around that knows the real Model Green.” The professor’s airy voice grew thinner and his mouth was beginning to stiffen into a smile. “I should have given her more attention, I know, but I think it’s too late for that now.”
____Mr. Tulle Squirmed on every word of the report, the photo of Model Green still on the table ever gazing at him. It was hard to remain calm upon hearing this tale when he could put a face on the victim in it.
____This presentation had gotten far less appealing to Mr. Stuart as well. What seemed like an ambitious step in the future slowly unraveled into a mess the more Porfirio continued to talk.
____Porfirio seemed to grow happier the further into his story he went, however. Model Green had both managed to develop herself further without her creator’s influence, and then her greatest influence was shocked from her life. It was an amazing reflection of human loss: her ambitions had shattered, she had little interest in even the most essential tasks, and spent all her time trying to make herself understand what had happened to her best little friend. She grew isolated and now avoided any and all direct contact with her sisters. At random intervals she was busying herself with chore after chore around the building, just to make herself feel useful.
____“It’s rather surprising how much they can be capable of, isn’t it. But it can also be very troubling in someone else’s eyes, I assume, which brings me to the most important part of this meeting,” the professor leaned across the table to them, almost bringing his face into decent light, and asked the two men who were representing their government what they would have done with Model Green. “I won’t deny that she has grown very unstable, and worse frightened for her own life. I have made my own decision about what should be done. However, your opinions are far more important to me and the future of my work.”
____Mr. Stuart had come to a decision already, but Mr. Tulle had one question before they went on. He wanted to know why, knowing what these weapons were putting at risk, why did Porfirio breathe life into his inventions at all. Why a create these Robots if this was the life for them? The professors smile turned more real, more welcoming at this question, and he happily answered him.
____Porfirio was no religious man by any stretch of the imagination, but he did believe in the will to live. He believed it was a force that was present even before the life is there. This will is put on others and possesses them to bring that life into this world: children, artwork, music, and even the professor’s own creations. “Life has not been easy for any of them, but whether they know it or not, they chose this over nothingness. War is not a pretty thing, but it was the most basic way they could earn the cost they had to be born. These robots may have specialized physics, and a better compatibility with cybernetic attachments than humans, but the best weapon these robots have is their will to survive.”
____Model White shot up strait from her chair and alerted the professor that someone was accessing the launch bay unauthorized. Porfirio was only slightly surprised to here this and, seeing the confusion from his two guests, he asked Model Blue to open the main window for the room.
____Mr. Stuart and Mr. Tulle were in shock to find the entire wall to their left open up from both sides and reveal a massive window looking south across the Pacific. The winter sun outside was barely able to peek over the horizon from where they were, and in front of it, they could see the silhouette of a shrinking figure jetting away from the island.
____“Well, this makes your decision a little more urgent, doesn’t it, gentlemen?” Porfirio had gotten up to the window with them, the sunlight revealed his conceited smile hidden under an inquisitive gaze, “it seems young Green was a bit more distressed than I thought.”
____For a moment it seemed to the two me that Model Green was flying on her own, but the professor’s home had plenty of devices to get his robots where they needed to fight. She was still fleeing from the area and with no idea where she was headed, they needed to act fast.
____Porfirio was helpful enough to remind them that each of his robots was implanted with a fail safe as ordered by the government, and that both men should have been given access to a trigger before they were sent here.
____He was right, it was far to extreme for now, but at least there was a last resort. Model White could be fast enough to catch up to Green and bring her back, but Mr. Tulle had far too little trust in her, and if Green had been pushed as far as they had heard, she may try to fight off White, and both of them would be lost.
____Mr. Stuart was far more anxious about the situation. A dangerous weapon, proven capable of dispatching armed squads of up to fifty men on its own, was in that child and they were unsure if the trigger they held for her failsafe could still be in range much longer. Between the things she could be capable of and the consequences Tulle and he would face if they let something like this just escape, they were in far over their own head. Action had to be taken now.
____The trigger was set. Mr. Tulle could feel a slight nervous shock creep from his hand to his heart, and he was quite certain Mr. Stuart felt this way too. The Professor, was perfectly fine, however.
____A small explosion could be seen where Model Green was. A very small Explosion; much smaller than the two men had expected, and the figure of Model Green could still be seen taking off, only slightly impeded.

____Professor Porfirio was very disappointed in the two men, and before his guests could realize they had been set up, both Model White and Model Blue were on them and pinned them against the window as he started a speech he had been preparing for for quite some time.
____“I believe I told you my work and my family were too entangled to easily separate. Well, the death of my only son has proved to be more than enough to do that, and my work life has been abandoned for some time now. While I had made plans to cut any further research for the government in this science, as a father I was still going to have them continue their mercenary work so they could pay all the debts we still owe.
____“However, this was only if I was able to still trust that the government could work with my robots, which is why I sent for you two gentlemen. I had not expected Green to take off like that, and you probably would have passed your evaluation if that hadn’t happened, but the fact remains that under the pressure you showed some true colors. You had to attempt to kill my third daughter, didn’t you, Mr. Stuart?”
“You said it yourself: she was unstable, she was frightened, and she had a lot of power at her disposal!”
“I also assured you she was very passive, in mourning, and above all loyal to your government! I presented you with reason after reason to accept my children as trustworthy allies to the military. They all grew up in service to the country that was so directly involved in their creation and each of them developed a great pride in being the patriots they are.”
Model Blue began to sing The Star Spangled Banner in a high pitched tone right in Mr. Tulle’s ear, but Porfirio stopped her.
“Sadly, the trust between our family and the government is gone, gentlemen. We now know you see us as an unstable threat, and I can simply not leave my children’s lives in your hands. As such, we will be unable to continue paying our debts back, we will not allow you to keep us in check any longer, and sadly, we will not be able to release you two back to your country- for now, at least.”
____Mr. Tulle pleaded with him that starting a war like this would only lead to a lot of deaths and the complete end of his robots, but the Dr. simply shrugged it off.
“I’m not waging a war… I’m just getting you out of my way.”

____Mr. Stuart and Mr. Tulle were placed in holding for the time being and Porfirio put the infant he had been holding back in her crib. He then saw the two cups of mixed liquor his guests left on the table and drank them both down sharply. Now Porfirio was a target enemy of the most powerful military in the world, one of his children was dead, and another was lost and injured. His family could not even begin to search for her until they found a new place to hide out in, and they also had to hostages to deal with which could prompt an attack on them even sooner.
____It all began to weigh on the poor man, and for a moment he felt resentment for his son, Red, whose death triggered this moment. Professor Porfirio knew this wasn’t the truth, however. Red had only revealed what was hidden all along, and it was not as if he chose or welcomed death.
____With a now guilty heart, and a stressed mind, he felt it best to pay the resting body of his son a visit. Red had been left in his old room until his father could decide what should be done with the body, but as the professor approached the bedroom door- broken open from the inside -it was painfully clear that burial was no longer an issue.
____Red was gone. His wounds had appeared fatal when he first saw them, and any signs of life he had must have been hidden well. Because of Green’s emotional state and Porfirio’s own feelings, the professor had decided not to have autopsy. He never thought Red would do something like this, but of course, red had probably known that as well.
Well, Mr. Tulle… Mr. Stuart… It seems Loyalty is something we all take for granted.”

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

I don't like this picture but I'm posting it anyway

Model (Brian) Red with less girly hair
It's your Problem now. I'll do better tomorow.

Monday, December 10, 2007

Rock Man Band

I played rock band over at a friends house. Have to say, applying the Guitar Hero play system to video game singing made it a lot more fun, even if you don't know the song.

Can't help but wonder if they should be creative with bringing this one to japan. Like Applying a certain popular license to it.
Of course if a japanese equivalent to this game has remastered versions of classic megaman songs and maybe some popular Japanese ones, hell, I'd probably import it myself...

I really shouldn't torture myself with such dreams.

Sunday, December 9, 2007

Saturday, December 8, 2007

Scene 2

I had a surprise planned for today, but since I didn't finish the script yesterday, I'll be posting more of it today.

This is only the second scene, but I've decided to leave the rest of the story under wraps.

Bridgette’s house, Brian comes on screen looking like her head was in a clothes dryer, sits at the table, pours herself some cereal (Lain’s Experimental Cereal), and adds salt to it; A lot of salt.

Brian: eghrrr... really have to get more dye

As she slowly chews herself awake the scene pans out to show a muppet not unlike turbo staring at Brian with her mouth hanging open and very close to her personal space.

Brian: Oh, this should be good...
Muppet: GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE!!!!!
Brian: ugh... my self respect didn’t need this.

The Muppet begins singing the entire good morning sunshine song and Brian is being pushed to the point where pulls out her gun and her hands are shaking nervously.

Brian: Ok, Brian, we’re not about to kill anyone, we’re just going to bust her shin, And then it will all be quite
Bridgette: (Walks in) Morning- oh shoot, she got out...
Brian: NORMAL PEOPLE USE COFFEE TO GET UP IN THE MORNING BRIDGETTE!!
Bridgette: Eh... well usually, they stay asleep until after you’re out of the house...

Brian goes very deadpan. She rests her gun on the table and turns in her chair to face Bridgette in the most proffessional way possible.

Brian: Please tell me I misheard you. Please tell me there have not been more women like that in this house, and for the love of god please tell me you have not been doing what I believe you implied you were doing.
Bridgette: ...
Brian: I’ll accept this as my christmas present. Just tell me you jest!
Bridgette: Um...

Brian takes the salt shaker and drinks in the entire jar.

Bridgette: I’m ready to admit I have a problem.


Bridgette Brian and the Bunny
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As an extra treat, I decided to see how one of the lines would sound like out loud. I think I got this one right.

Friday, December 7, 2007

BBB3 script... Scene one anyway

Only got one scene done, but here it is.


Officer O’fficer is relaxing at his desk, when a mysterious figure enters completely enshadowed, There is a small black haired girl at his knees.


Officer O: Hey, “Hairy”, we happen to have a dress code for this station. You have way to many shadows on you, please hang them up on the coat rack.
“Hairy”: I’d say it’s rather rude to blame me for the shadows cast over my face, considering the abysmal lighting in this office is hardly my responsibility.
Officer O: Well, Excuse me! But Lieutenant O’fficer over there was trying to read a murder novel, and SOME of us wanted to help set the mood for him.
“Hairy”: I’m beginning to see why it was so easy to just walk into this building...
Officer O: And you’ll find it’s just as easy to walk out-ta.
“Hairy”: I caught wind recently about a bank robbery in your quaint little city, that was perpetrated by a grey child with red hair.
Officer O: There was also a rabbit with h-
“Hairy”: If I came here for a rabbit, I would be asking about a rabbit, but I am not the kind of Person to travel this great a distance just to ask a lowlife slob with a navy blue paycheck he likes to call authority if he’s seen rabbit! Now do you still have the Juvenile in custody or not.

The Bored little girl begins to focus on the police officers desk, a thin twine can be seen falling on it.

Lieutenant O: Oh, we... never pressed charges.
“Hairy”: Why am I not surprise?
Officer O: We ment to, but things just got in the way
-
Officer O’: Damn good Sandwiches, kid.
Brian: The Bunny made them. (Purple hair is in Brian's Sandwich)
-
Officer O: You know how these things go.
“Hairy”: Well, what’s say we do something about it.
Officer O: Sigh... Look (The way Eric does it). We run far too busy an operation to go after every criminal that takes substantial amounts of money from government insured bankers. If you want these guys, keep us out of it. Just put up a bounty for ‘em and let some professionals take care of it.

As Officer O’ explains to the man what he should do, the shadowed man notices the string along the desk, and then sees his little girl fiddling her fingers idly. He becomes less conserved.

“Hairy”: Yes, a bounty fine. This should cover the reward money for it, have the posters set up and distributed and be sure to make a public announcement when you have your suspects. He grabs the girl by the scruff of her collar and turns her to the door. Come along little Kro*, NOW.

They both walk out to the hallway, and Kro is still fiddling her fingers.

“Hairy”: You can't keep playing games like that when I take you with me Kro. The last thing we need is for you attract any more attention.

Cut back to the Officers.

Lieutenant O’: Do you want me to get started on those wanted posters?
Officer O’: You could do that... or we could take this money and we could-

Cut to Kro’s Hand clenching to a fist. Officer O’fficer’s desk falls into a pile of wood scraps, with the twine barely in view suspended tight above the wreckage.

Officer O’: ...do exactly as we were told and start making those posters.


*I've been rethinking the names of the Other "Brian Robots." For now, Brian Black's name is now Kro.

Thursday, December 6, 2007

Zelda Zalera... again

Couldn't put this one down. Vaati's going to give Link a run for his money this time around.

Also, Check the Magic 8 ball girl site, I'm testing out the different ways I'll be uploading the comic there.
Magic8ballgirl.blogspot.com

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Spiritomb


The way master shake looks makes this picture look kind of wierd, but overall, I think the general idea comes out in all this. Spiritomb looks like something out of a williams street cartoon.
Honestly I'm surprised this pokemon doesn't summon up mist and tell droaning conversations about the legends of christmas in a mechanical echoey voice.

Monday, December 3, 2007

Breakdown for this week

Ok, I promised I'd launch the Magic 8 ball Girl Website when I finished that List of Projects (of which the recently completed BBB2 was the last of), but The main problem is that I'm at the busiest time of a college semester when there's large projects and finals to study and what not.

So, Here's a breakdown of how this week will hopefully go down.
So, Tuesday, I'm going to be pretty busy, So I'll probably just do some Kanji Practice.
I may be busy on Wednesday too, but I'll try and get something worth seeing for Wednesday.
I should have the whole afternoon on thursday to work on Magic 8 Ball Girl's Website, So I'll make sure everythings ready on that day.
I'm going to start right away on BBB3, so expect the script by Friday
Pending that BBB3's script is done by friday, I'll have a big surprise for Saturday.
And on Sunday, I'll launch M8B Girl's Site, and begin to update it daily.

I can't say if working on M8BG will hinder the sketchblog, but I'm definately going to try and update both sites daily. After all, the whole point of these sites is for me to keep productive.

Sunday, December 2, 2007

BBB2 is done



Yeah, Here it is, I'm going to bed!

Saturday, December 1, 2007

Loading screens

This picture is going to be used for the loading screen of Bridgette Brian and the Bunny 2.

As with the Loading screen to the first BBB flash toon, It's a picture of Brian that's drawn in a different style from her cells in the rest. I'm not quite satisfied with it, but for what I want out of this picture I can't make any really edits to it.

When I first started uploading flash to newgrounds, I wanted to do something different with every loading screen. After my first five submissions or so, I did more generic things, but I started going further with the Halloween Special that introduced BBB and again with the BBB1.

Anyway, thinking up a little trick to the preloader is always fun, and it gives me a good excuse to experiment with flash, but it's always hard to think of a better gimmick each time, and then it usually takes a whole afternoon of scripting and testing before I can get it working. In fact, with Space boy plays lazer tag, I actually messed up the preloader and didn't realize until it uploaded.

This preloader took a while, but I figured out the best way to execute it using the script techniques I know.

With that, I will try to finish BBB2 soon

Friday, November 30, 2007

What Happened to november?

Man! Between Getting Sick, Mario Galaxy, and finishing my fiction homework, November got completely lost from me.

BBB2's Lip synching finished earlier this week, but I'm adding little things here and there to fill up the story nice. I'll smack on a preloader and some author comments next week and ship it to Newgrounds then.
I gave the town the name of Catchy name city USA. It's only appropriate for a town with such a stupid bank name.

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Look at who're returning

here's a new clip


You may remember these two from Vic and Sean's Past...

Wonder if they'll show up in any future work (you'll notice that they already provide an answer there.)

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Mr. T Solo


Today just completely vanished on me. It's like a puff of smoke and it was 11 o clock at night.
So I just went on YTMND, randomly selected one that turned out to be Mr. T playing a classical instrument and I decided to make it todays sketch.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

More Kanji practice

The Kanji gets harder and I've only reached 164.

Monday, November 26, 2007

My Dev Gallery has been reorginized

I decided to try out that folder feature that deviant art just added. I think I'm getting the most out of it.

Feel free to check it out here.

I know this shouldn't count as today's sketch, but it just worked out that way. Give me a break, I'm still sick.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Bear in a man suite

I might have the flu... Hope not. Anyway, at least I'm finally getting work done on BBB2.

let's have none of this

I'm only hurting myself when I make this half effort sketches. And If I do it so often, that means I enjoy it, which makes me a masochist. "Shame on you," Says logic which makes this argument.

Beat Mario Galaxy already. Should leave time for finishing my cartoons... although playing as luigi is tempting...

Friday, November 23, 2007

More of the Younger Brian

The Paraná is not actually a vicious animal. It is actually a scavenger that got it's bad reputation when Explorers unknowingly cut off the fish's food supply, and the desperately starved fish violently tore into the first animal that got in the water.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Real sick, short sketch

Sickness pluss thanksgiving equals worthwhile nausia.Since taking my Anthropology college course I have seen PICTURE AFTER PICTURE AFTER PICTURE of homonid skulls. Most of them don't have jaws, and some of them have little fins (the fins were actually for anchoring jaw muscles, but they give off an odder look in fossile form.)

Anyway, I slowly began drawing Parralels between these skulls and the Elf Pokemon (who we haven't seen in a while): Early Hominids had a very protruding face and without the jaw it gives off the look of a human with HUGE eyes and a very small chin. Add to that the occasional appearance of the head fin, and the fact that most of these fossils are whitish, and I think we may have an idea of where Ken Sugimori Got the Design ideas for these Pokemon.


This is our biggest find since the Elephant sonic

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Vic

This is how Vic (from "Not the Puppy," "Angry Albert," "Memory Fails Him," and "Ask PC") looks in his Canon storyline... well sort of.
I started drawing a girl, then I decided to draw Zidane from FF9, but then it became Vic. So the face and hair aren't quite what I want Vic to look like, but this is still pretty good.

Well, It's late and I promised myself I'd go to bed at 50 minutes ago for a while... look how that went. We'll see if I can't keep the promise tomorrow.

Monday, November 19, 2007

on a roll (slightly)

So between the Kanji Practice I've started doing (and will continue to do tomorrow), adapting an handwriting for English print based of Kanji practice, and understanding how much my Penmanship is linked to my Drawing style, I've really improved my art recently.

Not so much in pure quality, but I've definitely feel more in control of what I draw, and even though I've only used a mental image of what the framework looks like, I've been able to draw some pretty interesting poses and perspectives without going too off model or taking too long to do so. I managed to draw that Mario comic in a little under two hours, where-as that Ninja Pokemon Comic took an entire evening to do.

I still don't consider myself very good in terms of drawing, but I've got a firm idea of what direction I need to take, now, and I plan to take it farther.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

"You drew a toilet?"

I wanted Brian to draw Brian's reaction, and I suddenly decided she should be wearing a classy dress... then I started drawing cargo pans under it... then I made the dress black and the cargo pants pink and I realized, how freaking cool that was.

Pretty much defines who she is, really.

toilet


This is the post for saturday...

Now I know I can draw a toilet

Friday, November 16, 2007

Thursday, November 15, 2007

New Comic new handwriting.

I'm trying out handwriting in my comics now, usually my handwriting is illegible and crap, but I think I've got something that's readable here.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

More Kanji + Brian

I got some more Kanji Practice, and immediately drew Brian afterward. I'm rather surprised how well the picture turned out considering I didn't draw any of her framing at all. I'm more certain than ever that almost all of my art style is rooted to this. It can only help my furthered work.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Kanji...


For todays sketch I went through my old class book and drew the first 75 kanji... I got more handwriting practice from drawing these devils than I did from writing cursive, which caused it to have a huge effect on my drawing style.
I figured if I'm going to get better at my art I should get back into practicing these... god, 4 years ago, I hated doing this stuff. Curse you irony.

Maybe I should relearn them too, I only recognize 50 of those.

Also, here's another M8B Girl Pic

Monday, November 12, 2007

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Mario Galaxy


Why on earth did Mario decide to have an adventure CLOSER to his worst enemy?

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Mommy The milk is staring at me

"Just shut up and draw" "Just shut up and draw"

Friday, November 9, 2007

Ghost Comic


Stick figure women are a cold cold breed. They love you, they leave you, and then they come back as ghosts... wait that isn't what this comic is about.

The actual idea here is that ghost are born from dead connections and not dead people.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

The Bunny... that bunny...


You know... for all the depth and history I've been working on for Brian and Bridgette lately... I have completely neglected this Bunny.
I really have to put more thought about who he is. Right now he's just the general mascot animal that looks cute, acts tough, and does a bunch of silly things that break up the story. He needs more motivation, and a more defined role in the future. I mean, he has the eating flesh part down, but there needs to be a little more.

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Brian Red still in work

Well He's getting better, at least. This is Brian Red around the same age as Brian Green during BBB. At least for now. I'm still not quite happy with this design, but progress is progress.

How does Brian Red continue to be involved in the story after Green watches him die? Well Obviously something important. Frankly, I'm surprised none of you are wondering why these robots are growing with age.

Monday, November 5, 2007

Rethinking the bard remake

I learned a lot in finishing Legend of Luik.
-One thing I learned above all else, is you have to actually know what Your Animating before you animate it. I hit countless roadblocks in that project due to not really know why the person was doing something, or how they even looked. The only constant in that cartoon was the music it was animated too.
-Which brings me to the next thing I learned, which is audiences don't expect or want you to use the background music as the only constant during the production of your cartoon. It is much smarter to have a planned out story structure that builds up tension responsibly and has the music work for the animation as apposed to the other way around.
-One final thing I learned is that if your doing a project that is far too big for one person, for the love of god don't try to do it all yourself. I have friends who know how to animate or write or even compose, and they probably would have been willng to help with this, and even would have done a better job. Yes I still managed to get the job done, but it took two years to do, which is terrible for a 4 minute cartoon.

So if I try applying all of these factors... I think My Remake of "The Bard's Song" might just be a worthwhile project to revive.
The first thing I'm going to do is not use "The bards Song" as the background for this song. I'm going to write out a plot containing a begining, middle and end, along with a climactic moment, and I'm going to flesh out the characters until they have as much depth as the ones in Legend of Luik.
Only after that point, when I have all the writing for the project, will I seek out people who are interested in the final product to led their talents to this work. Lord knows I need help with the character designs, and I should be able to find a way to get help with the direct animation project, even if it's just emailing someone asking for advice on how specific shots should go.



First things first, I have a Bridgette Brian and the Bunny cartoon to finish.

Sunday, November 4, 2007

The Truth Comes Out

What your parents DIDN'T tell you about the tortoise and the hare.