Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Another little doodle…

Dear Friends,

Ran across this bit of mask making riffing off of an old image in the public domain. Had a little fun with it.

SCS ©2013

Monday, June 17, 2013

More Visual Noodling…

Dear Friends,

Here is another bit of noodling with a public domain image from perhaps the finest piece of silent film plucked out of a genre that was just being first explored in cinema back in the 1920s.


Sunday, June 16, 2013

Steam Punk Motor Bike!

Dear Friends,

A slight fiddle with a public domain image of a steam powered motor bike from early in the last century. It must have been quite a ride.


Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Friday, June 7, 2013

My Rescue!

Dear Friends,

A recent transmission from my Home World. I am being hailed to stand by for further instructions.

I Remains Yours in Infradibity,


Wednesday, June 5, 2013

More Whimsey From Across the Heavens

Dear Friends,

This little bit of fiddling from a public domain image continues a recent theme. Look to the sky. Be bewildered and question. Why have THEY not yet arrived, or have they? Are they too small to see? Do THEY live in a timeframe out of our own?

Is a moment to we Humans comparable to eons for such creatures. Perhaps they are in no hurry to deal with such an infant civilization as our own. Perhaps they know that we are trouble brewing for them, and want to stay hidden. Perhaps THEY are so big that we actually live inside their beings, as bacteria and viri live in our own Human bodies. There are so many possibilities. The questions are fascinating.

Hic Finis Est,


Saturday, June 1, 2013

The Mother Ship!!!

Dear Friends,

The Mother Ship has now arrived! Thus, now is a good day to be alive, my Comrades and we rejoice. Spill  down your gullets the Philuphian Ale and feast on the roasted loins of the Barsoomer Galumpher. So, ho-ho, we are off to the Home World, Adelphious.

One problems, however. We need with the getting to Luna, Moon of Earth. Some small imprecision in planning and trajectory by Central Command and the Mother Ship is a quarter million miles away on a cold or hot (depends on the sun), barren lump of stones. Fermenshup, can you get that old Apollo spaceship out of the Smithsonian? Grummphtr, we need a rocket. Off to Huntsville for you! Bring pliers and bolt cutters. The Pink Stalk Walkers have their damn giant bomb tied down like somebody was going to steal it from the freakin' lawn. Whatever. Let's get a move on!!!

In Hasty Departure, I Remain Yours,