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When There’s No More Room In Hell…

the zombie Little People will walk the earth.

Sunday night, my wife and I were picking up our daughter’s collection of vintage Fisher Price Little People that she received a few years ago for Christmas. These are old, worn out Little People that my sister bought at a garage sale, so many of them have seen better days. One in particular was really torn up, to the point that most of its hair was missing from the top of its head. I picked this one up and said, “Looks like a zombie got hold of her.”

Ya know how in the Bugs Bunny cartoon there’s a little light bulb that’s visible over someone’s head when they’ve had a really good idea? That moment occurred for both my wife and me, when I said those words. The next thing we knew we were on our way to Michael’s to pick up supplies.

And this has been the culmination of a couple of nights’ work since then. We’ve chosen only the most messed up, torn up, chewed up, dirty Little People we can find for this little project, but considering the subject matter, that’s exactly what we want. It’s been a lot of fun and we have other ideas in mind that we’ll hopefully get moving on in time for Halloween. So keep checking back – or follow me on Twitter to look for updates – and we’ll post again soon.



This is the one that started it all…



The blood on her is pretty fresh, so she was just recently turned.



Here’s a comparison to the living Little People (Person?) these two lovely ladies are based on.



This is also the same mold.

New Artwork

As you might recall, a while back I posted a design…thing I had created during a creative spark I’d had. Shortly after that post I started another design – this one ramping up the complexity by using a smaller grid (1/2″ squares), two colors (red and black), putting it on Bristol board instead of canvas, and using fine-point art pens instead of the Sharpie I used the first time.

Well, due to life getting the way – and the complexity of the project – it took me forever to complete the piece. However, on Monday night, I finally put the last pen to paper and completed my second design.

It’s a little smaller than the canvas one was (19″x24″), but with a smaller grid (the canvas used 1″ squares), so it’s a pretty good-sized piece. Unfortunately that and the design itself doesn’t lend well to photos to really show the scope. Hopefully this sort of “manual zoom” series of photos will give you some idea of what’s going on.

A little closer…

Finally, this is about as close as you can get…

As before, the piece is broken into quadrants, each symmetrical to one another. This time, though, I didn’t have white space separating the same color quadrants. Confused yet? Check out this photo to help:

Quadrants 1 & 3 are symmetrical to one another. Quadrants 2 & 4 are symmetrical to one another. But the whole thing is symmetrical down the center line. Does that make sense? Ok, maybe you should just come by my house and see it sometime. Or, better yet, offer to buy it and it can be yours.

Anyway, just thought I’d share since that’s what this site is all about – Me, Me, Me.

I’m hoping to get it framed and I’ll be sure to post a picture then to show you how it turned out.

New Bands!

Watchmen: Chapter III

Janey Slater, Doctor Manhattan’s former love interest.

Edgar Jacobi, AKA Moloch the Mystic, a former enemy of Manhattan’s.

Wally Weaver, called “Dr. Manhattan’s Buddy” in the newspapers.

These people are all dead or dying of cancer.

Coincidence?

Not according to Nova Express newspaper.

At  a prime time talk show appearance, Manhattan is confronted with this list of cancer victims and the connection is made quite clear.  The accusation startles Manhattan, and the mob of newsmen crushing in around him as he tries to stammer out of the line of questioning only makes him more and more anxious.

Finally, he rather loudly insists that everyone just leave him alone – by teleporting the entire studio audience and even some of the camera equipment, outside the building.  This breakdown is broadcast live for the entire nation to see.

Manhattan then transports himself to his home at a military base where he catches a Private painting a nuclear symbol and quarantine notice on the door to his quarters.  Seeing what this means, Manhattan teleports to Arizona – back to where he was “born”, the Gila Flats Test Base.

The base is long abandoned, but a torn and tattered photo of Jon Osterman and Janey Slater still hangs on the wall inside the bar where they had their first drink.  Manhattan takes the photo in his hand and looks at it with the closest emotion he can approximate to sadness.  Then, without a word, he teleports again – to the angry red planet, Mars.

Doctor Manhattan – the only real superhero, the man they call God – has just left the earth in a self-imposed exile.

Earlier that evening, Laurie (Silk Spectre II) was beginning to understand that her boyfriend, Doctor Manhattan, simply cannot truly understand what it means to love her.  Distraught, she paid a visit to Dan (Night Owl II), looking for an ear to bend and a shoulder to cry on.

The two went for a walk and were attacked by knife-wielding thugs in an alley.  Their training kicked in and they were able to defend themselves.  It’s an odd first date, but the chemistry is impossible for them to dismiss.  Still, they do their best to bury their feelings for now.  But you know they’re not going to be able to resist their emotions for long.  They both need to feel alive again and it’s clear they provide that rush of life to one another.

The exile of Doctor Manhattan is one of the most important moments in Watchmen.  While the opposite is actually stated in the comic, to me his exile has always been a very human decision.  Perhaps he’s not as inhuman as everyone has thought after all – he can feel emotional pain, he can feel guilt, he can feel self-pity, he can feel betrayed.

But more importantly, his leaving creates a void in world politics.  Without America’s ultimate weapon holding back the Russians, they sieze the opportunity and almost immediately invade Afghanistan.

War is imminent.  Nuclear war is likely.  The end is nigh.  The Armageddon clock ticks ever closer to midnight.  And the only person who could have stopped us from killing ourselves, has just taken up residence on another planet.

This can’t be good.

Happy Halloween!