Sketch book: More ESS members.

Look, more members!

Rather, new sketches of ESS members.

This is Krystal, "Zaku" and Ali W.

This is Rushstone the gargoyle.  Dr. Jones brought him back on a trip to Scotland a year or so ago.

He's nice, in a curmudgeon kind of way and likes to talk about how things were "back in his day."

Sketch book: random

Last week, the Puppet Kitchen finished a six week build on Master Peter's Puppet Show for the Castleton Festival in Virginia.  I, sadly, was not going on the road with the show.  But it means I do have some time in the day to play video games get work done.  

So, here's a sketchbook page from when I was reading The Tempest:

And this one has a story attached to it:

 You see, Emily (of the Puppet Kitchen) had a friend who was working on a film.  his job was being the Walken Wrangler during a shoot in Central Park.  Which is exactly what it sounds like.  He kept Christopher Walken in line.  So, lunch was called, and Walken opens the door to his trailer, dressed in only shoes and a bathrobe:  "Get the car.  I have to shit."

"Mr. Walken, the toilets are right over-"

"No.  I don't shit in the park.  Get.  The.  Car."

The car was retrieved, Walken gets in and they begin to drive.  Passing one of the fountains, Walken calls for a stop.  He gets out of the car, walks into the fountain, hikes up his robe, and slowly lowers himself into the water.  Right up to his nose.  And then just sits there.

"Mr. Walken?  Sir?  Sir!?  Mr. Walken?  Chris?  Please don't poop in the fountain!  Mr. Walken!?"  Naturally, when your job is only to keep Christopher Walken from being fucking insane, something like this puts the fear of unemployment in your mind.

Twenty minutes later: Walken gets up, steps out of the fountain, streaming water, calm as you please.

"Alright.  Now let's go.  I gotta find a toilet."

"But...Mr. Walken, you just spend all of lunch in the fountain shitting."

"No!  I told you before; I don't shit in the park.  For lunch, I was a turtle."

Seriously.  This happened.

I live.

Yeah, I'm alive again.  It's been sort of rough being me the past few weeks.  I'm working in a puppet studio called The Puppet Kitchen baking puppets before I go to my strength-sapping night job.

IN THE MEANWHILE:

1.  I'm going to start working more on the ESS related comics.  At work.  Being a bad worker.
2.  Mr. Tep wanted me to alert the masses that he is on Twitter and the downfall of man should be any day now he's quite pleased with it.  So, Mr. Tep will be updating that and I'll try to get a Twitter page or something.
3.  I'm gonna be working on small hand-crafted bits and bobs related to some of the blog posts and selling them on N. Tep Enterprises' Etsy page.  So to share: here's a prototype for the Bad-luck Dæmons that will be up there soon enough.  It's about two inches long.

That's all for now.  Sorry, all two of you who check this, that posts have been sporadic.  Myself and Ali W. have been busy with the ESS, jobs, life in general and an underwhelming supply of cider.