On Wes Anderson

A friend described The Grand Budapest Hotel thusly:

I liked it. At first I thought this is very dumb. After 15 min I was involved and had to watch the rest. It was strange and sad.

That’s a perfect review.
Wes Anderson is like that. Like, always. There’s that off-putting first impression, then an uncomfortable acquaintanceship, and before you know it that oddball has won you over.
And bittersweet, that man does bitter sweet like no one else.
Do you laugh, do you cry, do you run a marathon?

Fuck you, I’m a poet.

I made this a long time ago, but other than hiding it at the bottom of my sidebar, never publicized it. Buy buy buy.

"Fuck you, I'm a poet." on Zazzle.
Buy the Be Not Meek pin by Franklyn Monk on Zazzle.

Mystery

For you, Love.
For you, Love. We are intertwined with the mystery of the universe.

I was working on this during the first round of loss. I somehow finished it afterwards.

I’ve lost the original Illustrator version. Hopefully one of these years I’ll have enough money to have the hard-drive recovered, but I doubt if I ever will. So much art gone. Oh well, I’ve lost everything else anyway, so whatever.

Video Collection

I put together a Dronecast video compilation, featuring a simple vid for each episode. Took a week to make, three days to upload, and six days for the servers to crunch. Aargh, it was pretty torturous.

It was made using freely available software on a dinky laptop. I’m happy with it.

UPDATE: I just made a YouTube playlist for those that have trouble either the Internet Archive player.