Looking for Jobs

I've been on the job hunt for a while now. I do a lot of things, wrong – I know that – but it's hard to shake some habits. It's been getting worse, in fact. A couple weeks ago I sent an application to Rockstar Games; they are (were?) looking for a junior designer, and I honestly don't think that's a stretch for me. Except when I sign my cover letter with a tyrannosaurus.



Today, after an hour of "fixing" this form from the American Museum of Natural History (also not a stretch, deep down I'm really awesome at a lot of things), I realized I was doing it again. It took me an hour to realize that. Part of me will never take looking for jobs seriously, I guess. Sweet header, though, right? That's a Funkhouser Original.



Man... I hate my language in these things. It sounds so unlike me.

Not Just Werebeer

I was using my magic crystal ball just now to spy on Those Who've Seen This Blog. It's very useful. I noticed that last month someone was referred to the site via Portsmouth Brewery's blog, which is a coincidence – about that time ago I went out there to snag some Kate the Great. Some real Grail Quest action. Portsmouth is great, check them out.

"mmm, i'm delicious!"
I know I have a few posts about Werebeer already, but it's not the only beer I've made. In fact, it was the second; first I had to learn how to make it, from a friend of mine. Logically, that one was called Friend Brew:

snapshot from a now-who-knows-where restaurant placemat

second draft: it's good with just a touch of color, right?

I'm dying to make more labels. First I need to make more beer, I guess – order in all things.

...and then I found $20.

Some Trajectories

I was involved with an excellent culture site until very recently, when it was taken down for reasons of artistic objective. I just made that up, I don't exactly know why it's down. I suspect it may be for good, though, so I'm going to repost a few things that left with the site.

I actually had a link up to the last one before – clearly recognizable if you've already checked out my other beast prints. I wrote a sweet blurb about it for So:

I want to read little-known secrets penned by well-known scholars of some forgotten caliphate; elaborated from a Pharaohnic death manual, a bound vellum volume captured during Alexandrine campaigns into The East, or both. The text in question will show certain influences, peculiar in their combination – Vedism, Kabbalah, the Island of Mu, and traces here and there recognizable only to those versed in the ways of the Incan khipu kamayuq. Impartial records will indicate the grimoire's passing inexplicably from Turkish petty-khans to the well-to-do of the Low Country; optimally, it will have been procured from the Nazis before the fall of Berlin.

To fulfill this desire, I must know a minimum of eight dead languages – no less than two of which I am to have invented myself.

Editor went with something else. Oh well – I'm like, halfway on the dead languages thing.


I go nuts for manticores. They're rockin'.

Cyclopes, too. What's up, in-the-plura~l?

This language has already been displaced by a successive script.

Accordion Book

These are some early shots of a project that was meant to explore continuous narrative in the form of an accordion book. I want to do another draft, and optimally make the book itself.

My Turn Has Come Full Circle

This is part of an ongoing, internally circulated project that involves a lot of inside jokes; consequently, in terms of textual content I imagine a lot of it doesn't come across, or the picture (as it were) ends up being somewhat incomplete. However, I'm pretty into the chop. Originals included for comparison.

Motley Start

Slaves to the Morning (Coffee Sleeve).

Concept art for comic about robots (inspired by Boston Dynamics' Big Dog).

Poster for the independent movie Propeller.

Turkey Attack!