A few years back, I was working on a project with Three Post and my buddy Carlos, now with Greater Than, for Lenovo. Lenovo was just about to acquire IBM’s low-end server business, and we were working on some advertising content for the transition.
In the end, Lenovo didn’t go through with it for some reasons other than our work, but I had alot of design sketches done, and Carlos had converted the finished drawings into flash animation.
The idea behind the series is that there’s this character named Walt (who seems to be channelling a bit of Milton from Office Space) who does everything in an old-school manner. He lives in a “world without servers”. We were toying with the idea of what things might be like without servers… which kind of means everything collapses.
I don’t think we’d gotten the series to the point of elegance yet, but I like some of the ideas that were emerging.
Below are links to some of the initial sketches I did. I’ll see if I can find some of the more developed ideas as well.
Hard Drive Crash
This is the prologue to a fantasy short story I had sketched out and written three and a half chapters for about 6 years ago. Some changing perspectives in life altered the intent and now it lies in a rarely opened folder on my hard drive.
Resurrected for a time, here.
Autumn came upon the land like the bear coming over the mountain: lumbering and heavy in its great earthen tones with a melancholic lethargy punctuated in stark moments by howl and groan.
I began pursuing my undergraduate degree in Studio Arts in 1994 from a well-known conservative evangelical Christian college in the midwest.
In those days of yore, a good friend and I used to write collaboratively, utilizing an early website for hypertext fiction authors called Addventure. It’s staggering to recall that we were using dial-up modems in the dorms back then, and queuing up in the computer labs to get the better connection. Heck, the internet was just in its infancy for us.
Our writing is still there after all these years. My username at the time was The Author.
Anyway. We also used to nip off to a local arcade/bowling alley/pizza joint in the early afternoon when it was virtually empty and do classwork as well as write together in the party room. After graduation, we spent a few years living around the college town and managed to write more together in that time. All up we surely had several dozen stories written, mostly focusing on the absurd, sci-fi, thriller-type scenarios set in places very similar to our quaint evangelical college town populated by characters very similar to people we had known there.
In our stories, we called this town “Bedville”.
Here is one story from that time.
STEVE TRAPPER SLOWED HIS CAR to a crawl and eased it into an empty parking space across from Bedville’s old art supply store. Christmas wreaths and red ribbon bows were hung from every streetlight and telephone pole, while a soft drift of snow obscured the brick and stone landscape. An old man clad in black perched on an old cast-iron bench, hands in pockets and white breath billowing out. Steve eyed the man cautiously as he locked his car door and strode toward a large red brick building across the street.
This short children’s story is based largely off a collaboration I was part of on Story Wars a few years ago. I did a fair amount of revision as well as adding new content this last month to bring it to its current format. Next step is some illustrations.
Charlie woke up in the middle of a field, just as he had the day before.
The sun was rising and the cornstalks tickled his body as they moved in the gentle breeze.
Charlie stretched his tires and blinked his headlights, being careful with the battery power he still had left.
A very average pair of plastic Wayfarer clones– strawberry red with tinted lenses bought from one of the few chains here in China where the pants fit: H&M.
These haven’t actually died. They were purchased along with a red felt bowler and a red t-shirt for a night on the town a bit over a year ago, but they are going to be retired for the new year. They will end up in a box in the burgeoning number of props at my new school where I am developing the IB Theatre program to launch next year in the hopes of resurrection for some scenework or in a play. No guarantees, Reds.
A summer back in the good old US of A after my first year living in China… finding my trusty old Sharpie and some paper in the old barn/studio at my parents’ home, I got to work on some new additions to the old series.
Old Redd is back to being a dog and there are some new sections, not-so-surprisingly: “Adventures of Living in Asia” and “Adventures of Middle-Aged Single Guy”.
I’m hoping one of the four readers of my blog with have a guffaw.
I’ve been wanting to do this for awhile now, so here goes.
About a year ago, when purchasing some Fay(ke)-Bans from a counter in Phomn Penh’s Central Market, I reminisced about all my sunglasses of old… how many pairs I have owned, worn, lost, broken… how many stolen by mates, sat on, left on airplanes, fallen from head-perch… and I decided I should really start documenting their lives, no matter how long or short.
I bought these at Apex Outfitters before leaving for Guangzhou (the “Miami of China”) because they were brown and only $15. A bit of a step up from $5-$9 gas station shades, these did the job of “leisure lenses” for a time, but the frames are made of that hard plastic that longs to shatter when dropped on pavement from my 189cm height, which is exactly what happened. The lenses hadn’t escaped some scuffing in its average lifespan (If I can hold onto a pair of sunglasses for a year, I’m happy), and the brown color had gradually been scuffed off in places where sweaty ears and nose touched. All in all, these were not so bad for me, and hip enough to endear me with young skater-posers in China. It’s possible to super-glue these boys back into functional shape, so they haven’t hit the bin yet. Perhaps they will reemerge once again in the future atop my head.
I’m such a bonehead. Never bothered to link these because I headed off to China for two years just before the launch.
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Geoff’s Window Relocation Services: An advertisement in a series I wrote based on the Jim’s Group I would see all the time around Sydney. One of the voices is mine.
A great new product. And useful, too! I’m the announcer.
I wrote this episode of the Police Blotter w/ McGuff, the Crime Pup. My buddy Carlos from Three Post makes a guest appearance.
This past Easter, a buddy of mine from college sent me a pic of him wearing the t-shirt from our intramural soccer team “back in the day”. I had designed the crest for it.
Newly inspired, I decided to redesign the crest for kicks and send out to our team.
Referring to a important events in our collegiate life, the soccer ball and frisbee represented our intramural teams, the hexagon behind the frisbee referred to a large hexagonal piece of furniture* we had alleypicked and filled with ice and drinks for a party… it resided thereafter in the basement of our townhouse and was referred to as “the hex”. The grey alien was a nod to our love of the X-Files, and the bomb was what we were going to drop on our opponents. Bollards had been recently installed around campus (and had been stolen as pranks on various occasions and relocated around the school), and were chosen as our team name. Our motto was “$150 Fine For Passing A Bollard”.
* We were never really sure what the thing was. It had no top surface, but rather a deep inset halfway down with a hexagonal mirror for a surface at that point. The inset allowed us to fill the thing like a container with ice and drinks. It was probably some strange department store furnishing.