Santa came to me on the Train...

Somewhere along the line my kids have come up with the idea that Santa Claus, giver of gifts and generally kind person, is also a figure to be feared.

I've always told them Santa is a program, running on a supercomputer buried beneath the north polar ice cap. The computer downloads a limited 'self' into 360 robot simulacra (one for each degree of longitude) (or is it latitude?) (no, I'm pretty sure it's longitude), ok, anyways, 360 robots. And they all run hither and yon. Possibly even helter skelter. Across their slice of the globe delivering pressies to unwitting sleepers.

So how, I ask, do my kids insist Santa eats sleeping children (unless of course their father is waiting, watching, ready to use his Venusian Judo).

kids. HAH!

Cowboy Rejects

These images were part of a course proposal, but the client decided the whole western theme wasn't serious enough for the content.

Mainstreet
- Sheriff's office on the left, saloon on the right (Madame Foo's Celestial Heaven Parlour and pizza joint is upstairs).

...and the high sierras in the distance.


Sheriff, Zane LaFontaine and her deputies.
(I went High Noon for the tall guy, and Django for the short fellow)


Map of the town doubles as a learning plan.
The Sheriff's star was an 18th birthday present from my friends in school, lo those many years ago.


Reusing character images in sepia, coupled with a bunch of my own cowboy crap - voila! Title page. The woodgrain is from the laminate on my work-desk, the bolo (string tie) on the right is the only tie I own! (Cos I's a rebel, and I never never never, lah lah lah).

Two in one month!!!

Longtime the manxome foe he sought...

...Slight delay in posting ('slight' you say!). Dead cowboy, manipulated by alien to deceive robot sheriff!
A more detailed explanation of the relationship between cowboys and robots, such as they are.

Possibly the least dangerous alien ever to threaten your peaceful suburban existence...

The Date, it ups!!!

Yes, yes, finally some new stuff! OK!!! So some of it's weeks or months old, but it's new to YOU, so quit yer yappin and um... enjoy). I'm sure there's news too, but who cares? I'm just doing this cos it's kinda like skylarking...

The Hunter... but will he catch his prey? (ok, so the bear wins, but the mouse goes home with a great story)
A Djinn, I love Djinns, they're so cool and wierd and unknowable (and I like how un-human this is, I imagine it being composed of green-plasma and communicating by some sort of mixed harmonic).
A more traditional Djinn (yes, they both live in the same lamp! There ain't no law against two Djinns living in a loving, supporting relationship, so BACK OFF MAN!!!!).

Mer-creature (she ain't hardly no maid no more) (jeez, how many double negatives was THAT?).

The powered armour and the alien... thing (this might go into GANGULARO).

No, I don't know what they are, I drew them during a meeting. They burn, they scuttle, they... eat custard-cream pies?