The Periodic Table of the Muppets. Ohmuhgoodness.
Sean Cowen posted this piece of amazing on g+. His description is too good not to share in its entirety. It goes a little something like this (and a one and a two and a) —
The Periodic Table of Muppets Brings Order to Wocka Wocka
Not everybody’s into chemistry but you have to be a special kind of insane to not have a fondness for the Muppets. This periodic table of Muppetry is a wonderfully organized and colorful take on the history of the form that anyone (with a soul) can appreciate, chem-geek or not.
Designed by Mike BaBoon, the chart is more than just Muppet abbreviations in squares; it actually gets some real information across. The background color of each element/Muppet/muplement/elemupp represents its skin or fur, the border color stands in for any hat or hair, and the color of the abbreviation text matches its nose. On top of that, each box indicates the muppet’s year of introduction, and the primary muppeteer. It’s more data than you might expect, and all in a delightful form.
If this seems like something that belongs on your wall, you can find prints of various sizes for various prices at Redbubble and Society6. And study up; there will be a quiz.
[Mike BaBoon Design via Buzzfeed]
Mike Baboon Design:
While I sit here waiting to serve jury duty, I thought I’d post a quick hand-drawn model sheet of Philip the Grumpiest Mouse from way way back in the day (2011—I was so young then…). This was about a year before I realized you could actually paint in Photoshop.
The Grumpiest Mouse was an animated short that never came to be. I had notebooks full of this fella, as well as storyboards, texture samples, color swatches, beat sheets, all sorts of things (you can see a little model in this post, plus if you look closely you can see the above model sheet in the background). I could never quite make up my mind what the animation style should look like and eventually moved on to something else. Like I said, this sheet was about a year before I ever tried to paint anything with Photoshop, but once I started in on digital I didn’t do much hand-drawn stuff anymore.
Maybe I’ll resurrect him at some point…at the very least he deserves a good updated story treatment. For now, though, he remains trapped on a yellowy piece of paper.
This is a piece I worked on for Tree Light Records—a new record label out of California. They had seen my treelights and asked if I could alter one of them a bit. I detailed out the original, yanked the glowing mushrooms and added a guitar in place of the book. The version above turned really dark, but I think I like the way the lights and the guitar pop off the page.
One thing they requested was a record album in the background, and while I could never quite figure out how best to do that, I did give them a few options to look at.
The first album from Tree Light Records, Low Moon by Alyssa Cox, is due out in the Summer of 2013.
In case of (office) emergency, BREAK GLASS.
(I wonder if anyone remembers this movie…)
“I can remember going to church with my mom one Mother’s Day when I was a little boy,” the old man at the pulpit said. “I asked her to tell me about the roses the women were wearing.”
For Mother’s Day my mom had asked that my wife and I go to church with her. We have been helping my mom move out of her home of more than 20 years, so we have gotten to spend some time with her lately. Spending some church time with her on Mother’s Day, especially after not having gone to church in so long (practically a sin in the south), was a special treat.
At the end of a very sweet and heartfelt service that both praised moms for everything they do and begged them to relax, an old man made his way to the pulpit to say a closing prayer (the “evr’body git on outta here an’ go eat” prayer). He was a man who didn’t typically show much emotion, and he spoke in a very straight forward manner…
“My mother told me,” the old man continued, “that the women were wearing roses to honor their mother—a red rose if their mother was living and a white rose if she had passed on. After a bit I told my mother that she should be wearing a pink rose…since Nana was already half dead.”“
The crowd burst out in stunned laughter while the man stared ahead. Over the next minute or two the laughing pulsed, trying to die down but always rising back up, everyone surprised by both the story and the source. The old man waited calmly and finally, as we all settled back down, he leaned into the microphone and said, “Let us pray.”
I don’t think any of us processed much of what he said after that. Happy belated Mother’s Day to all moms living, dead, or a bit of both.
Finally back from my 3-week road trip across the South (WEST…never let it be said I don’t listen to feedback). Thought I’d post a few more random design bits and pieces. Some of these you have probably seen before, particularly if you saw the old Zoo Atlanta posts, but many of the paintings were pretty bad. Here they have been re-painted or simply re-presented for inclusion in my art school portfolio.
Zoo Atlanta has a statue of their famous gorilla, Willie B. The proposal includes using that statue and two others–an elephant and a panda–as non-verbal signage along the pathway leading to the corresponding exhibits.
A proposed Treehouse for Zoo Atlanta. The crux of the redesign included bringing guests directly into a central location in the zoo before they could get to the primary animal exhibits.
Sketches of a few treehouse concepts for Zoo Atlanta
Proposal suggesting improvements for Zoo Atlanta
The depth of Freddie Mercury’s genius is still being uncovered to this day. Check out other sounds from these talented YouTubers…you will never hear classic songs the same way again.
The town of West, Texas exploded in a ball of fire during the night of April 17, 2013. I spent many summers there visiting my grandparents when I was a little kid. My grandfather and I would shoot off fireworks and go to bars (I called them “beer joints”). He showed me how to flatten pennies on the train tracks that ran through his back yard. He let me drive his truck all over town even though I was only 10. I ended up naming this song after the town. It is one of my happy places.
The town is a Czech stop with many Czech family names like mine (Plsek) still in the phonebook. The local cemetery reads like a cemetery for hockey players, and now, because of the tragic explosion, there are a few more people to be added.
It’s a poor town. If you are interested, here’s how to make a donation–
Point West Bank in West is taking donations in the form of cash, checks (made out to “Victims of West Explosion”), or wire transfers. Checks can be mailed or dropped off at the bank in West, as well as Waco and Hewitt locations. To contact Point West Bank, visit http://www.pointwestbank.com or call (254) 826-5333.
The bank is located at:
200 W. Oak St.
West, TX 76691