tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28142997388525155532024-02-19T02:42:56.708-05:00N. Tep EnterprisesE. Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735360816136687590noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814299738852515553.post-42540316544727454832011-01-27T06:00:00.003-05:002011-01-27T06:00:06.507-05:00Thomas.As with Mel and Marie and Annette, every good carnival has a seal-boy. Or seal-girl. Whatever. People love people with deformities because it makes us feel better about ourselves. Well, I suppose that's the reason some people do, I think others just want the shock value of a guy with a<a href="http://www.theweeklyvice.com/2008/03/man-comes-out-of-surgery-without-giant.html"> huge hole in his face</a>.<br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span>Enter Thomas W. Kavanagh. He was born with webbed feet and big flipper arms. His father, a modestly successful day-trader with a huge degree of curiosity and acceptance, decided this was unusual and worth looking into. He eventually discovered his quiet wife was actually a selkie and his own great grandmother was ALSO a selkie. Now, common mythos says selkies are always female water spirits who wear a seal skin and can be tricked into living as a human if their skin is taken from them when they come onto the land. Who's to say that a selkie might actually desire to live on land and take a human husband and have little seal-pup babies? In my world, the combination of selkies within the family tree caused a short circuit. Thomas wasn't born as human or selkie but a literal mix. Because I like the idea of curses and what happens down the line if someone IS cursed.<br />
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Oh, and his middle name is Waits. Because his father has a TERRIBLE sense of humor. Also, he hates that joke.<br />
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And I realize I skipped a day in the posts. But 26 is such a bad number!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Mythology is my dark mistress.</span></div>E. Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735360816136687590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814299738852515553.post-3530853191445549262011-01-24T06:00:00.000-05:002011-01-24T06:00:09.224-05:00Melisandra.Over the summer, I worked on a production of Master Peter's Puppet Show with the <a href="http://www.puppetkitchen.com/">Puppet Kitchen</a>. One of the characters is called Melisandra, she's King Charlemagne's adopted daughter and the plot pusher for the tale. Then, later that summer, I was starting to draw up the characters for Entropy Driven's <a href="http://ntepenterprises.blogspot.com/2010/02/taste-of-steampunk.html">Cirque du Deeskay</a> and wanted to try drawing something outside of my usual designs (read: always the same size).<br />
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</tbody></table>Like Marie and Annette, every good carnival has a sword-swallower or two. Mel was fun to figure out. Since she's really obviously Aryan (at least to me). She was born in Svalbard (my most favorite place that can KILL YOU). Her dad studied arctic microorganisms and as a result, they eventually moved to Alaska. Since her father raised her in a scientifically-minded environment, she was one hell of a book-worm. Where her father passed away in 2007. Mel moved south, eventually settling in New York City after reading about the freak show traditions of Coney Island. She rarely wears more than the minimum of clothes, the most being a tank-top and shorts (she's in her performing gig up in the drawing) because after living in Svalbard, NOTHING IS COLD.E. Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735360816136687590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814299738852515553.post-16156027055377402372011-01-21T06:00:00.000-05:002011-01-21T06:00:03.399-05:00Entropy Driven.I have too many stories in my head sometimes.<br />
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And several of them take place in the same vaguely fantastic place. They converge at some point, but I've mentally filed them all under the title of Entropy Driven (because I love the gradual heat death of the universe). Part of Entropy Driven is the <a href="http://ntepenterprises.blogspot.com/2010/02/taste-of-steampunk.html">Cirque du Deeskay</a> (AKA the Dapper Cat Carnival), but specifically the iteration of it started in 2009 by Vladimir (yes, I have a back story; yes, it's longer than it needs to be; yes, it's not finished). And in his travels, Vladimir and his assistant Meryl White pick up the usual assortment of carnival performers, rousties, workers, barkers and freaks. Of course I had drawn a bunch of them before I wrote anything, but they still fit into this grander Entropy Driven universe.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Marie and Annette</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Marie and Annette Jackson are thoraco-omphalopagus twins and are a lesson about listening to <a href="http://www.evelynevelyn.com/">Evelyn Evelyn</a> when designing a circus.<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I love you so much Amanda Palmer...you too, Jason Webley.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Always having had a soft spot for divided characters (I blame you, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manhattan_Clan#Coldstone">Gargoyles</a>)and knowing no respectable carnival goes without conjoined twins...this happened. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Marie is the boisterous</span></span>, she likes her music loud and <b>BRUTAL</b> and is fiercely defensive of Annette. She prefers boots to shoes (because her leg is slightly shorter than the other two) and keeps her hair long and natural. Annette really likes to jam out to symphonic stuff, ranging from techno-breakbeat to Nightwish. She loves to experiment with hair colors and styles. She's always been shy and usually lets Marie do the bulk of the talking. They're brunettes but Annette has been dying her hair red for a while and they tend to disagree on which direction to go when asked.<br />
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Next time: Melisandra the sword swallower.E. Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735360816136687590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814299738852515553.post-20762833786362492602011-01-19T06:00:00.001-05:002011-01-19T06:00:13.402-05:00Oops.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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What, I gotta have a reason for everything?E. Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735360816136687590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814299738852515553.post-49817000388715630812011-01-17T06:00:00.003-05:002011-01-17T06:00:07.007-05:00Shun!<div style="text-align: center;">I love drawing monsters. And I love absurdest literature. So, <u>Alice's adventures in wonderland </u>is one of my favorite things ever. Specifically, the Jabberwocky. It is awesome.<br />
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</tbody></table> This illustration was done by a gentleman named John Tenniel and is exceptional, at least for me, because he's wearing a vest. HILARIOUS.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It also has the mention of two other creatures that have been embellished by <a href="http://www.skindeepcomic.com/">other</a> <a href="http://sfemonster.deviantart.com/">artists</a> (who I totally stalk on twitter): The jubjub bird and the bandersnatch. Carol was always vague as to what these looked like. So, I took a stab at the frumonious bandersnatch.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shun the frumonious bandersnatch!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Because somehow the word "frumonious" makes me think poisonous.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now, some may know, I work two jobs (have for almost a year) and one of them is at night at a school for medical and dental assistants. People who aren't clever enough to be dentists or nurses.</div><div style="text-align: center;">They have, two or three times a year, a national phlebotomy (blood drawing) exam. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I have to baby sit for it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">On a Saturday.</div><div style="text-align: center;">For regular pay.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It is one of many facts I hate the job.<br />
BUT THEN I DREW THE JUBJUB BIRD AND EVERYTHING WAS OK!<br />
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Spats=classy, it is a scientific fact.</div>E. Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735360816136687590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814299738852515553.post-79249134565286158722011-01-15T07:30:00.000-05:002011-01-15T07:30:01.166-05:00The Rose West.<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Wow, it sure has been a while.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
How have you been?</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I've been very busy, you know, after you MURDERED ME.</b></div><br />
Wait, I'm not <a href="http://www.game-ism.com/images/glados.jpg">GLaDOS</a>, or was murdered. I've been holding down the two job thing, working on puppets and some comic stuff and what not.<br />
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ANYWAY: Here's some Rose West work I did. Rose West being the Roommates' band.<br />
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They're some sort of prog-rock, with some metal kind of thrown in. Any fan of 3, Coheed and Cambria, or Dear Hunter would like them.<br />
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Here's the map for the world.<br />
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</tbody></table>And one of the things I want to do is a bunch of propaganda-style posters with some of the story-elements. Mostly because post-war propoganda posters rock my world.<br />
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That's all for now, but soon, very soon, lots and lots of sketches. And by soon, I mean every few days.E. Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735360816136687590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814299738852515553.post-21166075809249361162010-10-12T08:19:00.000-04:002010-10-12T08:19:09.667-04:00DECAPITAAATIOOON!So, the convention was last weekend. And I've been trollin' the interwebs since Monday morning in desperation. I have finally FINALLY been shown a photo from the con of my hard work. The wonderful <a href="http://dappercatcarnival.blogspot.com/">DSK</a> has found a photo of my axe being wielded by Robare.<br />
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The mighty Separator in all it's bloody glory. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The original photo can be found <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/parisi2274/5069567504/sizes/l/in/set-72157625135911266/">here</a>, along with a hundred thousand or so other photos from the convention. I plan on trollin' the interblags more for photos of my hard work. So hopefully, there will be more.</div>E. Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735360816136687590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814299738852515553.post-57425973097079986772010-09-29T14:48:00.001-04:002010-10-08T20:28:22.539-04:00Coming soonAlright, the axe is almost done now.<br />
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The next chunk of work for Comic-con is all detail work and the dagger for the axe-man's girlfriend who's going to dress as Ophelia. Since I had half a brain for this one, I'll be getting lots of process shots so I can step-by-step this bad-mother.<br />
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Fun fact: you can get a giant axe and a short sword out of the same ethafoam sheet.E. Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735360816136687590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814299738852515553.post-43196683621959824372010-09-15T12:15:00.001-04:002010-10-08T20:29:04.665-04:00Been a long time.It's been a while, and I promised more axe photos and such. While lacking pictures of its current state of completion, I do have a decent spread of build shots.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I document my process, and no one is surprised!</div><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">First I drew out a pattern and prepared the world for an axe made of such RAW AND BRUTAL METAL. I had a bunch of reference shots from around the internets. It's a surprisingly (not really) huge axe.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fleshing out the pattern, the ruler (for scale) is 18 inches.</td></tr>
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjobI4lAuZI9vaO-5jeTsuF7OYM8GdrHiRGY-raWITHVxYYgqYefHaBrU7wYavbp1rf5SP6Y_Y6C0ToLGR2tArNNimfdcZRpVWV2PEGOYCZ4sNNuaQM0-wnpJyeiOoNPnP-aeH-M3LYWbVG/s1600/E.Silva_Axe-build03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Step two: cutting the roughs out of ethafoam (soft, sort of spongy, but reasonably sturdy foam). The handle is PVC. Now, the problem I'm going to have at this point is painting the thing. Ethafoam is a smooth closed cell foam and takes paint poorly.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq1YkbM7sQb0aiRX2jBhKt2YaSL9DWvusqe89c6_ZXmv3zAy2XQiU0R7ugmknVkF7ljrg2Rjszak-f8pQDodArewwLEtffjvPQObVOk7IBo4olbaQ_aU7FbrtzuSx1KBOzg12cX1cYbe7J/s1600/E.Silva_Axe-build04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ahh, now we're getting somewhere. More carving and cutting. The blades as well as center spike have been shaped and the center fit to the PVC. Next, I have to begin attaching it, more detailing and preparing the handle.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg370GXvpQyyGmKjO3Sv92I9UmqYGTkMY_2KTyTA_GeUSM4eSzdiAmmlCYo7tVqD7RJM7INMcoSNhWs-lck090fJkw4KFK3cxSg-B2eB2T0vnBDZFHuZObQoZir47gKSHc36nXVeRbWboBV/s1600/E.Silva_Axe-build05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh, look. Attachment! The blades are supported and attached with aluminum flat-stock. This was it's got some sturdiness. At this point, I had found better reference material, and Michael of <a href="http://www.puppetkitchen.com/PuppetKitchen/The_Puppet_Kitchen.html">Puppet Kitchen</a> gave me the advice to use charcoal foam for the top. So, that whole top had to go.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Safety tip, kids, always be careful when you carve INTO foam to insert your support rods or flat stock.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Step 5.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's starting to come together now. The detailing on the blades was a pain and I neglected to use a pattern (always make a pattern, kids) which meant each one is a little different. They aluminum also gave me some problems where it angled and popped through the foam where it had been carved out for flames. OH, WOE IS ME.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Damn, what a sweet axe.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And now some detail!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Step 6. Also: huge dork.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjipfvr9h_e4uCdtn5luDYngSgjDt1HIb4tMSbi2-oUuGCaFjA0fmbPIh54Qdaze6b4xRSeeQvCNqNeaUHOJ0rSJCQuVzyLW8YhsZ8ojg3065x0kSnfpmHU39hshcLWGcgrV8J2qBZ3_HQr/s1600/E.Silva_Axe-build07a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">After problem solving adhesives and carving down the charcoal foam (and making a new, accurate top), the thing's really coming together. Yeah, I'm a huge dork. Oh, and I gave it a stupid little face because we had a spare tongue lying around.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuH1VmZwgbGqasBUsDipJGfeyeehW2W9B9DTCfacQkFy4g2wMntagBAC8duqqGrmTgBRedjGfhkKNuBITOT8R3UEZh8A35bB93701yST-rDGC1BiYy68zfhgDu5MiJXy9dhiGEJLeo_zNj/s1600/E.Silva_Axe-build07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">...Well, it IS a puppet studio. We're professional five-year-olds...</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Stab! Stab-stab! I have a traumatic past!"---Carl.</td></tr>
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">And a HUGE thanks to the <a href="http://www.puppetkitchen.com/PuppetKitchen/The_Puppet_Kitchen.html">Puppet Kitchen</a> for putting up with me and letting me use the space while they're between gigs! Michael, Emily, Eric, you guys ROCK!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Stab stab-stab.</span></div>E. Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735360816136687590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814299738852515553.post-74280967377723022392010-09-02T16:48:00.003-04:002010-09-02T16:48:13.455-04:00me.<br>More to come...E. Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735360816136687590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814299738852515553.post-35574455829033335812010-09-02T16:48:00.001-04:002010-09-02T16:48:12.785-04:00[Begin Message]<br>[Main Body/]<br>I've been working on a commissioned axe. The Separator from the game Br?tal Legend. It's ridiculous and huge and awesoE. Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735360816136687590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814299738852515553.post-18816970431869755252010-08-08T04:06:00.000-04:002010-08-08T04:06:57.537-04:00Der Großmann-more sightings.Besides moving to a new place, I've been stuck in the archives for two weeks. Almost literally, there was a very confusing intradimensional rift that kept turning me around in circles. Fortunately, I'm always prepared for such an event...I carry a crowbar.<br />
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But, while I was back there, I found a couple more note books filled with the mad hand of others who had searched beyond the veil and found only terror, or at least found something that turned their hand writing to chicken scratch.<br />
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Most of the writing I found looks like it was done in the wrong hand and in the dark. Then smudged and buried in soft peat. But I did find some photos.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> This one is easier to spot than others. I think it was done on purpose, but since the journal looks like it was in the mud and rain for a few days, no way of telling where or why the photo was snapped. The photo was in better condition, disturbingly so given the quality of its accompanying notes. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table>I would take a guess that this one was of the stairway, and the Slenderman was just in the background, lurking. There were several other photos of similar woods, but no sign of Slendie.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgboUNicU6wd1gPGR1OiYEw1CxXpiTb920AoEXy5FKuuvsnhpi8z3iF4_U3OLodfBH1QUUV81Pe5EatA46UZGh5HAHyBa92hVwWJqcb2uiP5njsOcJaYDOv8Ml8-xWhRuXR6BnZGhaSqMjx/s1600/E.Silva-recovered_circa6503.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgboUNicU6wd1gPGR1OiYEw1CxXpiTb920AoEXy5FKuuvsnhpi8z3iF4_U3OLodfBH1QUUV81Pe5EatA46UZGh5HAHyBa92hVwWJqcb2uiP5njsOcJaYDOv8Ml8-xWhRuXR6BnZGhaSqMjx/s320/E.Silva-recovered_circa6503.jpg" /></a></td></tr>
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I sure hope it leads to a glimpse of the unspeakable madness beyond the veil of the stars.E. Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735360816136687590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814299738852515553.post-51034907947637149932010-07-13T10:00:00.002-04:002010-07-13T14:03:21.238-04:00Sketch book: More ESS members.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9nvI-aWJ-yTnU8I-OhJLXAMedKZHhJPenpAJgQMrifLRnrEEunm5c26ym50VTGohD3vCE0q8OGt6ZgPfPXWTSrNdF5Cnpi59oC2J0YNL_eBS2_uOqIaJuOWdkdF1FCynpr0K43d6OxM-H/s1600/E.silva_ESS+staff.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9nvI-aWJ-yTnU8I-OhJLXAMedKZHhJPenpAJgQMrifLRnrEEunm5c26ym50VTGohD3vCE0q8OGt6ZgPfPXWTSrNdF5Cnpi59oC2J0YNL_eBS2_uOqIaJuOWdkdF1FCynpr0K43d6OxM-H/s320/E.silva_ESS+staff.png" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Look, more members!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Rather, new sketches of ESS members.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is Krystal, "Zaku" and Ali W.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMb94Xv7XBP13XpZ83J_3hmK-rR-iehV78aUXnMD6j6_IgYRmdwiwfcZqaLW_js2IZAYNVppJGVlfkmpKEhpH6Gn0PQDLgTfZFxn8iJGCc93UwLMxA0IxbTB4h1FuxFCGZvFmpc6ewu7sK/s1600/Esilva_Rushstone.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMb94Xv7XBP13XpZ83J_3hmK-rR-iehV78aUXnMD6j6_IgYRmdwiwfcZqaLW_js2IZAYNVppJGVlfkmpKEhpH6Gn0PQDLgTfZFxn8iJGCc93UwLMxA0IxbTB4h1FuxFCGZvFmpc6ewu7sK/s320/Esilva_Rushstone.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is Rushstone the gargoyle. Dr. Jones brought him back on a trip to Scotland a year or so ago.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He's nice, in a curmudgeon kind of way and likes to talk about how things were "back in his day."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>E. Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735360816136687590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814299738852515553.post-45055109389601903312010-07-12T14:02:00.002-04:002010-07-13T13:52:02.105-04:00Sketch book: random<div style="text-align: left;">Last week, the Puppet Kitchen finished a six week build on Master Peter's Puppet Show for the <a href="http://chateauville.org/event/program/stravinsky_s_i_soldier_s_tale_i_and_de_falla_s_i_master_pedro_s_puppet_show_i_12">Castleton Festival</a> 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 <strike>play video games</strike> get work done. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, here's a sketchbook page from when I was reading The Tempest:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">And this one has a story attached to it:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR67xCNXmCy5qETCY5ietpMUQ1MDaLvDR2vuYNI_l3MbEm_RvfLESbITY1hWcE04Cbj0BELtK_NPBXF5Uer0b9YiKAxISR3-tpneGw2Y_jXYmne5o-EfYadPhceaXMnLMGNL8xJTOm2-qP/s1600/Esilva_Walken.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR67xCNXmCy5qETCY5ietpMUQ1MDaLvDR2vuYNI_l3MbEm_RvfLESbITY1hWcE04Cbj0BELtK_NPBXF5Uer0b9YiKAxISR3-tpneGw2Y_jXYmne5o-EfYadPhceaXMnLMGNL8xJTOm2-qP/s320/Esilva_Walken.png" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> 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 <a href="http://pdngallery.com/legends3/neleman/art/photos_large/christopher_walken.jpg">Christopher Walken</a> 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."</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Mr. Walken, the toilets are right over-"</div><div style="text-align: center;">"No. I don't shit in the park. Get. The. Car."</div><div style="text-align: center;">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.</div><div style="text-align: center;">"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.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Twenty minutes later: Walken gets up, steps out of the fountain, streaming water, calm as you please.</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Alright. Now let's go. I gotta find a toilet."</div><div style="text-align: center;">"But...Mr. Walken, you just spend all of lunch in the fountain shitting."</div><div style="text-align: center;">"No! I told you before; I don't shit in the park. For lunch, I was a turtle."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Seriously. This happened.</div>E. Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735360816136687590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814299738852515553.post-70861806002218843122010-07-04T18:31:00.000-04:002010-07-04T18:31:48.828-04:00I 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 <a href="http://www.puppetkitchen.com/PuppetKitchen/The_Puppet_Kitchen.html">The Puppet Kitchen</a> baking puppets before I go to my <a href="http://www.coolstuffinc.com/images/Products/mtg%20art/Revised/Drain%20Life.jpg">strength-sapping</a> night job.<br />
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IN THE MEANWHILE:<br />
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1. I'm going to start working more on the ESS related comics. At work. Being a bad worker.<br />
2. Mr. Tep wanted me to alert the masses that he is on Twitter and <strike>the downfall of man should be any day now</strike> he's quite pleased with it. So, Mr. Tep will be updating that and I'll try to get a Twitter page or something.<br />
3. I'm gonna be working on small hand-crafted bits and bobs related to some of the blog posts and selling them on <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/NTepEnterprises">N. Tep Enterprises' Etsy page</a>. 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.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfOjk5HwtvCGfwaG2Hg4kl43CpJmPT2cjcHLOmuV8XODOj3SpmhV6a_b5EkMmELB1y-ztaI_8kU_4dbhz3-bMVZWb4aIJxI7IqpQHkKNjO38nWSu3nPFjpCJBay36w8ye1XP9145PsVWPT/s1600/e.silva_badluck01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfOjk5HwtvCGfwaG2Hg4kl43CpJmPT2cjcHLOmuV8XODOj3SpmhV6a_b5EkMmELB1y-ztaI_8kU_4dbhz3-bMVZWb4aIJxI7IqpQHkKNjO38nWSu3nPFjpCJBay36w8ye1XP9145PsVWPT/s320/e.silva_badluck01.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYOB_cpwpfgjImRQkGm39pDnh5s7okgIw9NyMAH-8pR8l8GRZ08NU8jvWXmy0Cx8MoWs0_WWKGYXzH1gsmCvpO7-8CaPOxL2YaqEXdelZlaszKDf5nYjYA1E4j7PSrzrLmbiW38lHN6gFt/s1600/e.silva_badluck02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYOB_cpwpfgjImRQkGm39pDnh5s7okgIw9NyMAH-8pR8l8GRZ08NU8jvWXmy0Cx8MoWs0_WWKGYXzH1gsmCvpO7-8CaPOxL2YaqEXdelZlaszKDf5nYjYA1E4j7PSrzrLmbiW38lHN6gFt/s320/e.silva_badluck02.JPG" /></a></div>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.E. Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735360816136687590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814299738852515553.post-37330967751685624172010-06-27T19:14:00.014-04:002010-06-27T20:32:41.640-04:00Scotland.<div style="text-align: center;">Wow, that took a while.<br />We had an outbreak of pixies in the library and were a bit tied up with that.<br />Here're the<a href="http://ntepenterprises.blogspot.com/2010/06/jolly-old-england.html"> Scotland photos I promised</a>:<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioQVDsJCU7H3HfClPc2dONrqpIJJENlyGAR8Rlldk0-7MOn4mW41QoGbFfKRqgxGt2MYUMBhw_EkYGcuhG8nmIEhoDxmhUyrYbR9n15BxnnRyWYTfgSEdxEXf6hQ8WEldlNHFrpC3C_oo/s1600/Ali+W_Scotland01.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioQVDsJCU7H3HfClPc2dONrqpIJJENlyGAR8Rlldk0-7MOn4mW41QoGbFfKRqgxGt2MYUMBhw_EkYGcuhG8nmIEhoDxmhUyrYbR9n15BxnnRyWYTfgSEdxEXf6hQ8WEldlNHFrpC3C_oo/s320/Ali+W_Scotland01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487596291815641346" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Fleshmarket Close</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">This was our first stop. Mr. Tep insisted that we walk through Fleshmarket Close upon our arrival. I checked with Dr. Jones on that one, he said it was probably a good idea. Edinburgh worries me a little.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4XX1piy6TgH7f9p4NloJtA-IB59yM_d3PXfOGdciX_1cUYAin3cU1gKVyqDYyAGB954Fx4m1-rHYUfiDo0fAqF0lJ47TfXF6zSqn5RCca0_RnhkYukZdN81zjDhYzRLJTdxccSUsmOxQ/s1600/Ali+W_Scotland06.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4XX1piy6TgH7f9p4NloJtA-IB59yM_d3PXfOGdciX_1cUYAin3cU1gKVyqDYyAGB954Fx4m1-rHYUfiDo0fAqF0lJ47TfXF6zSqn5RCca0_RnhkYukZdN81zjDhYzRLJTdxccSUsmOxQ/s320/Ali+W_Scotland06.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487597102091275202" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">World's End Close<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />We check out World's End Close too, it was were the city's boundary used to be when it was walled and medieval. It was neat, and have a good pub, but no leads as far as Vladimir and Kraus.</span><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZDBH2sY2zfG-YkENZp_iILMpFhgh-oxZuBCTal63sBqqINMFY5M1_RRZvZdbZhqlTF7r4eq99sJJhE7zxdO_LE711mSZOPLgIwBVZB_WheXu6C_td19X-2cUHtX1dpAfm_pw3Ji04Fs/s1600/Ali+W_Scotland07.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZDBH2sY2zfG-YkENZp_iILMpFhgh-oxZuBCTal63sBqqINMFY5M1_RRZvZdbZhqlTF7r4eq99sJJhE7zxdO_LE711mSZOPLgIwBVZB_WheXu6C_td19X-2cUHtX1dpAfm_pw3Ji04Fs/s320/Ali+W_Scotland07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487597194248408898" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Foundation of a workshop.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">We had a Scottish ESS member meet us at the World's End Tavern and exchanged info. he told us a good place to look right near Flesh Market Close. It was were the Scottish ESS records placed a Vladimir and Kraus workshop. Apparently, it was destroyed when some machine of theirs backfired...</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0waCRW1X_LbAD0XThMN4mwT6XqrBby9vAB2CKhBZqp6_bTCeTp5kPjs31R58boDL2XUR4kE2I7EiUAFaew2WXIipgT6OVjrNDmeVV3HEOUcDCKa30FK4aj4xFnFE4thi3Wl-kdqLzSvQ/s1600/Ali+W_Scotland02.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0waCRW1X_LbAD0XThMN4mwT6XqrBby9vAB2CKhBZqp6_bTCeTp5kPjs31R58boDL2XUR4kE2I7EiUAFaew2WXIipgT6OVjrNDmeVV3HEOUcDCKa30FK4aj4xFnFE4thi3Wl-kdqLzSvQ/s320/Ali+W_Scotland02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487596437144325858" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Sir Walter Scott Memorial<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Ahh, the giant Gothic Sir Walter Scott memorial. We climbed this the first day in Scotland. It was great for getting a look around. It was also one of the things E had to do for Mr. Tep. Yeah, None of us got it either.</span><br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibrf8A66i9R6tLfx_gdbqngNfOmqZs9Y6FmNFy8a2PX1xr-JY8kqtTOlDaMayZb9fKcF9M6pZ3GD04bXQD8GkmnKyjhbFJfV2j5VDCsLryS4CiH6xsdVDGiOU_myRwfrHxbyZTgGukQQk/s1600/Ali+W_Scotland05.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibrf8A66i9R6tLfx_gdbqngNfOmqZs9Y6FmNFy8a2PX1xr-JY8kqtTOlDaMayZb9fKcF9M6pZ3GD04bXQD8GkmnKyjhbFJfV2j5VDCsLryS4CiH6xsdVDGiOU_myRwfrHxbyZTgGukQQk/s320/Ali+W_Scotland05.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487597029428429458" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Tombs, also sandwiches.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">I just thought it was cool they turned a sepulcher into a cafe.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfuhVrGHQUZydAddrnC_Jy-yJJ9IxyxtLWcxSh4fNNowWdfGoFdKyLPB7aSubX-TZcowycgz8JfxuX0Wlkh9c-jbJZpHGKfzTlhHQBQkXPLkKyBB9VKrvnElpEQ8So85MgkSrlE5IS3Hc/s1600/Ali+W_Scotland03.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfuhVrGHQUZydAddrnC_Jy-yJJ9IxyxtLWcxSh4fNNowWdfGoFdKyLPB7aSubX-TZcowycgz8JfxuX0Wlkh9c-jbJZpHGKfzTlhHQBQkXPLkKyBB9VKrvnElpEQ8So85MgkSrlE5IS3Hc/s320/Ali+W_Scotland03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487609231653684882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Nerd.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Irik HAD to. HAD. TO. Stop to get this photo. See, there's a show called <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doctor_Who">Doctor Who</a>, BBC sci-fi. Main character flies around time and space in a <a href="http://psycentral.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/tardis1.jpg">big blue police phone box</a>. So, yeah. He had to.<br /></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC-p4bc7Spi_NpluCjj4d2MEsngGQB5dUvgHw58hJLTTF_yKij27gtgoarim0LjRJSWasrLbN1P9ruhyfj48GRn8grVMHvineD981sWzt0UrkB2ZjOW-fRNm7Knt3KZU_rCODXPld4vDQ/s1600/Ali+W_Scotland04.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC-p4bc7Spi_NpluCjj4d2MEsngGQB5dUvgHw58hJLTTF_yKij27gtgoarim0LjRJSWasrLbN1P9ruhyfj48GRn8grVMHvineD981sWzt0UrkB2ZjOW-fRNm7Knt3KZU_rCODXPld4vDQ/s320/Ali+W_Scotland04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487596932563205138" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Also a nerd.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />And the E had to get in on the action. Part of his assignment fro Mr.Tep was trying to find doors to Edinburgh Below. There was so much disappointment when the door to the blue box was locked.<br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLhxcSaw7qWyIHSXsgEYjuXJ0k95c4eSnwwYx3w6Lklj1zACyHD8rbb4VgEw7vQJdRzpdU_llCuvdPvdhWuKgqodvf4HFwFhRCJfaaCMUCwzvfc2qp4kpU8snqUDAAgd0Lm-zRO3E9fZM/s1600/Ali+W_Scotland09.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLhxcSaw7qWyIHSXsgEYjuXJ0k95c4eSnwwYx3w6Lklj1zACyHD8rbb4VgEw7vQJdRzpdU_llCuvdPvdhWuKgqodvf4HFwFhRCJfaaCMUCwzvfc2qp4kpU8snqUDAAgd0Lm-zRO3E9fZM/s320/Ali+W_Scotland09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487597373634450738" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">On the Old Man of Storr.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Let me break it down for you: It rains in Scotland. All the time.<br />Irik and E decided we should try and truck up to the Old Man of Storr through this creepy forest. It started pouring buckets the second we passed through the first bit of forest. We got soaked. I punched Irik.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTC_qC5syTmaQMqiZuGuEUu6ahWfOr10adLzsQNa2-dt6vTxMnuI2T2W7fVfl5IxhtLjLWwV8pT2yf0Qf9v_jZsBEfjyYwvMsrdvJbTp-LTZTyQhwmWD6FsVhFzucqHkpp_QBSjJSif6E/s1600/Ali+W_Scotland08.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTC_qC5syTmaQMqiZuGuEUu6ahWfOr10adLzsQNa2-dt6vTxMnuI2T2W7fVfl5IxhtLjLWwV8pT2yf0Qf9v_jZsBEfjyYwvMsrdvJbTp-LTZTyQhwmWD6FsVhFzucqHkpp_QBSjJSif6E/s320/Ali+W_Scotland08.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487597259795435938" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Arthur's Seat.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">And the last day in Edinburgh. We trucked up Arthur's Seat, a mountain by the Queen's Scottish palace. Dr. Jones and Mr. Tep insisted there was something worthwhile on the top. I found a cool rock, that was about it.</span><br /></div></div>Ali W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485198802709646300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814299738852515553.post-57119534478696365252010-06-01T21:00:00.000-04:002010-06-01T21:07:34.115-04:00Jolly old England.<div style="text-align: center;">Back in November, Dr. Jones left E, Irik and myself a not to go to London and find out what we could about two figures of the ESS's history (Vladimir and Kraus of Her Majesty's Royal Eliminators of the Loathsome Undead). They were, at the very least, pioneers in steam-technology and superfluous machines. Such as the automated back-worn tea, toast and hair-cutting apparatus. Most of their devices have been lost or destroyed (or self-destructed) but the originals are in the London ESS archives. I'll shoot some e-mails off and see if I can get copies. Dr. Jones, because he's Dr. Jones, left us about $40 and a single bent pound.<br />Because E is an indentured servant and Mr. Tep felt generous, and had an ulterior motive, as he always does, he funded the trip for the three of us.SO TO ENGLAND WE WENT!<br /><br />We bummed it in hostels and B&Bs as we investigated. There's a British ESS branch, they helped us on our way. Our first place to look was in London itself. A pub called The Strutton Arms. V&K lived near Westminster on Greycoat Place.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4V4jOIOI_75H2RpaSHJEP82yoU89ts6mdLHU0-1EBXLGKuHeB31xA6jcMfvTCVrbc_6iWyZAbGLJF3tc0b2ef1lmQXvtF6Zb_YLIqdvsIVV8ysDnJYoO-f2z6SuqiIOpQ5Ju7YYgqe2E/s1600/Ali+W_England06.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4V4jOIOI_75H2RpaSHJEP82yoU89ts6mdLHU0-1EBXLGKuHeB31xA6jcMfvTCVrbc_6iWyZAbGLJF3tc0b2ef1lmQXvtF6Zb_YLIqdvsIVV8ysDnJYoO-f2z6SuqiIOpQ5Ju7YYgqe2E/s320/Ali+W_England06.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477964652779156370" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">The Strutton Arms Tavern<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">This pub was right in their neighborhood, and down the block from Westminster Abby, which is only a short ways from Buckingham Palace.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyax0gN4rNoCFghMJZRe_aSfQiHAEWeo2ap-ObozmoI_OElsh0GxwTN9D8xBrfc9G1fnV682I4MqrGAjIAsSwCa2lYb85dU-bUjx4PYa3c0sH9Q7wy_d52XF0u2LTtfMVF36-_Z5D3e20/s1600/Ali+W_England01.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyax0gN4rNoCFghMJZRe_aSfQiHAEWeo2ap-ObozmoI_OElsh0GxwTN9D8xBrfc9G1fnV682I4MqrGAjIAsSwCa2lYb85dU-bUjx4PYa3c0sH9Q7wy_d52XF0u2LTtfMVF36-_Z5D3e20/s320/Ali+W_England01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477964403867749058" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">The first of many pints.</span><br />When all that The Strutton Arms yielded was a few pints of delicious cider, we moved on.<br />Our next spot of interest was Greycoat Hospital.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7cOQtAab3mMrOfP2s57IYIBW6SKOR39GBr8zoRoWl8VBVVU-n0rix9f2gvsf7iultJFY9PkCmLYkemgfaQ2quJvUicp_p0KAfnNWlWEge6KnxvcvEM5QeY7XJ9ewrpCU7zPqBLD8Qn2Y/s1600/Ali+W_England05.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7cOQtAab3mMrOfP2s57IYIBW6SKOR39GBr8zoRoWl8VBVVU-n0rix9f2gvsf7iultJFY9PkCmLYkemgfaQ2quJvUicp_p0KAfnNWlWEge6KnxvcvEM5QeY7XJ9ewrpCU7zPqBLD8Qn2Y/s320/Ali+W_England05.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477971939341232226" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Greycoat Hospital.</span><br />We were allowed to search through some of the records, but not take photos (bastards). We got as far back as 1870, which gave us limited information on V&K. We got an address, 2739 Greycoat Place, which we could not find, at least not in <span style="font-style: italic;">current</span> London.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWk67zBXWi_epi6S6K5VNXnQyMd8PIl4qX1BYzVR17HgcaPDWuCf6x_cvRoO-vkY6V0vXJ1LLjwdlf5vkjkvZGCr706hethZfzLRjzTkqiU9kAlq7zDBnnBI3VPU5TU9tQUUG9S1qGle0/s1600/Ali+W_England02.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWk67zBXWi_epi6S6K5VNXnQyMd8PIl4qX1BYzVR17HgcaPDWuCf6x_cvRoO-vkY6V0vXJ1LLjwdlf5vkjkvZGCr706hethZfzLRjzTkqiU9kAlq7zDBnnBI3VPU5TU9tQUUG9S1qGle0/s320/Ali+W_England02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477975590914577762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">When all else fails: go to pub.</span><br />So, we found nothing in London. Although, I got a picture of a faerie door.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4RYXATxSQFs2aRfuEqxfPLqeoRJ9-Ki4fTZnTBPl7qGD3C8b_w7GqegNR1zWbSTbX5p5JksHyJ2zc4aGiv8r2SR-HybbyoWUu3xODUslqS5wQGWa94KVgaavlhk1z1osNLFn6bpTfj8Q/s1600/Ali+W_England03.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4RYXATxSQFs2aRfuEqxfPLqeoRJ9-Ki4fTZnTBPl7qGD3C8b_w7GqegNR1zWbSTbX5p5JksHyJ2zc4aGiv8r2SR-HybbyoWUu3xODUslqS5wQGWa94KVgaavlhk1z1osNLFn6bpTfj8Q/s320/Ali+W_England03.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477976509478267586" border="0" /></a>Next up: SCOTLAND.<br /></div>Ali W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485198802709646300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814299738852515553.post-72814122841739140842010-05-28T08:24:00.003-04:002010-05-28T08:31:56.801-04:00Some news.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisVLnFzgKlWCYfld5i8Gfp9vL5C7tC2ho6Z3pBsLk5nues9-HRI5r6mFZSdtkQ1_qQGqtGOoMkDQKCt4AiOyLD1OCUp4hUoUZ-nOKlAA88SLQcRMQ3c3sx1H2XVHxdUAMz7UeDJ1n7jms/s1600/IMG_0139.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisVLnFzgKlWCYfld5i8Gfp9vL5C7tC2ho6Z3pBsLk5nues9-HRI5r6mFZSdtkQ1_qQGqtGOoMkDQKCt4AiOyLD1OCUp4hUoUZ-nOKlAA88SLQcRMQ3c3sx1H2XVHxdUAMz7UeDJ1n7jms/s320/IMG_0139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476297027129164274" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Irik, get down from there!<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sorry for the lack of updating, internets. But there's good news on the horizon.<br /><br />E's sent word that the extensive ESS business trip is almost over, and that it went well.<br /><br />I've been working my butt of on about a million research projects here in the city and have a few photos to show. Dr. Jones sent a postcard from Taipai and some interesting notes regarding a spirit there. Well, the post card is months old, but whatever...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG5VnmC4Y5fQwSwrIhKe-V3lSctsf7OGwoWYsNYOVkYnnR0ogVPJMfR5hkmqJavMkDgy0o7JUMkT83f5mYqTDrhzot83VU5KMy9DKhTpK-zsZ1KFHO9Px-S2s9y8ysKpEICBf80noNwdw/s1600/IMG_0063.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG5VnmC4Y5fQwSwrIhKe-V3lSctsf7OGwoWYsNYOVkYnnR0ogVPJMfR5hkmqJavMkDgy0o7JUMkT83f5mYqTDrhzot83VU5KMy9DKhTpK-zsZ1KFHO9Px-S2s9y8ysKpEICBf80noNwdw/s320/IMG_0063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476297336321731826" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">I ran out of words, have a flat squirrel.</span><br /></div>Ali W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485198802709646300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814299738852515553.post-90018879061319147372010-05-25T08:48:00.001-04:002010-05-25T08:48:05.251-04:00[Begin message]<br>[Main body\]<br>It would seem as though it is May again. And also a most auspicious day. Happy Towel Day, internets. It's time to hitchhike the galaxy yet again.<br>[//Main body]<br>[Message ends.]E. Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735360816136687590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814299738852515553.post-76560414889230787862010-05-12T15:31:00.001-04:002010-05-12T15:31:16.358-04:00[Begin message]<br>[Main body\]<br>Merry met, dear readers. Things are progressing with acceptable delays and chaos. Ali W. informs me that she has been busy wih ESS work and mentioned something about a stone tablet from Mu. Your patience is appreciated.<br>[//Main body]<br>[Message ends.]E. Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735360816136687590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814299738852515553.post-12587656408125104902010-05-04T11:00:00.001-04:002010-05-04T11:00:28.491-04:00[Begin message]<br>[Main body\]<br>If this works I'll be quite jubilent.<br>Still alive. Just a bit tied up for an undisclosed amout of time. Ali W. should be keeping things up to code in my absence.<br>[//Main body]<br>[Message ends.]E. Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735360816136687590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814299738852515553.post-14001762913942932622010-05-04T08:23:00.009-04:002010-05-04T08:40:43.891-04:00The streets.<div style="text-align: center;">Good morning Internets.<br /><br />Would you like some odd photos from around New York?<br /><br />I thought you might.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYI9I5gSNW15c3VNfRU-LBLrPPqMLxOFC6yeKlM-6aehZLLgSwaq58Vo_oe8E0ojkNytlRCYZok7y5zDe5ghcQw1xhnmUmYU-Jq35wi_2CkFOkDEBb6tHw1WfygmnSI5GK8VSWF9YDmWk/s1600/Ali+W+5-4-10+d.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYI9I5gSNW15c3VNfRU-LBLrPPqMLxOFC6yeKlM-6aehZLLgSwaq58Vo_oe8E0ojkNytlRCYZok7y5zDe5ghcQw1xhnmUmYU-Jq35wi_2CkFOkDEBb6tHw1WfygmnSI5GK8VSWF9YDmWk/s320/Ali+W+5-4-10+d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467391130685842530" border="0" /></a>While I didn't verify, I'm certain this man was a street oracle.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi01QHNkciGP-3xoDqYLDnK4x3af4VjntAm352Y0pVbG727xYT5e-5QCbmkycceKAS27EyrgsZHXB4m48GbmQl0SuWxxBTbQx3NkMEr1HDD2C43AGNz-HequihhLxAZc80YTOB28QG1LW0/s1600/Ali+W+5-4-10+e.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi01QHNkciGP-3xoDqYLDnK4x3af4VjntAm352Y0pVbG727xYT5e-5QCbmkycceKAS27EyrgsZHXB4m48GbmQl0SuWxxBTbQx3NkMEr1HDD2C43AGNz-HequihhLxAZc80YTOB28QG1LW0/s320/Ali+W+5-4-10+e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467392216772802690" border="0" /></a>Migrating umbrellas on a cold rainy day.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk3Q8GOCXQz-i1bR-azpjZQdDK1xiID7PGn-nYz4D-a1fgmNEkHWcAhqQJWJtmACKEOZuxCy0hAAYEEml80bKD5L_S-RWbmS2r9fvxVqHiNJt1ZKDnloF3VgMXKCN8VOs8jdXfN0m1bwM/s1600/Ali+W+5-4-10+f.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk3Q8GOCXQz-i1bR-azpjZQdDK1xiID7PGn-nYz4D-a1fgmNEkHWcAhqQJWJtmACKEOZuxCy0hAAYEEml80bKD5L_S-RWbmS2r9fvxVqHiNJt1ZKDnloF3VgMXKCN8VOs8jdXfN0m1bwM/s320/Ali+W+5-4-10+f.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467392010170560466" border="0" /></a>This was moving, but very slowly so as to avoid suspicion.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDYD-xVM5UsN8YQmqqolvTmfAELUdZiGwfkUTQW-sXVaSMl3dMdPAiJTDnFFpcDjL8evoBT3nTs8a_kOBo1PVkIAFYkWi8mueQRpqfTteI0O4zTSNzdQFitz9MGr2kYqf1zmlU9GIA3s4/s1600/Ali+W+5-4-10+g.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDYD-xVM5UsN8YQmqqolvTmfAELUdZiGwfkUTQW-sXVaSMl3dMdPAiJTDnFFpcDjL8evoBT3nTs8a_kOBo1PVkIAFYkWi8mueQRpqfTteI0O4zTSNzdQFitz9MGr2kYqf1zmlU9GIA3s4/s320/Ali+W+5-4-10+g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467391811983565090" border="0" /></a>Is this not the ugliest lamp you've ever seen? <br />I put it in E's office. <br />It should give him nightmares whenever he returns.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZjw8YGI896y_SdOMxF40ix-rHji_cNPrbZXMHLi7WWTxznyP61UcwCyxE3WfnEUtRf9JIsWG8kRdooXdjBLIEyW0-TTWyRtO9CrqoKIVn750P1qYYGy_mPMD1miUfLt3syZH4BFONtXE/s1600/Ali+W+5-4-10+c.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZjw8YGI896y_SdOMxF40ix-rHji_cNPrbZXMHLi7WWTxznyP61UcwCyxE3WfnEUtRf9JIsWG8kRdooXdjBLIEyW0-TTWyRtO9CrqoKIVn750P1qYYGy_mPMD1miUfLt3syZH4BFONtXE/s320/Ali+W+5-4-10+c.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467390968210024194" border="0" /></a>This gentleman was playing an electric woodwind into headphones.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf-_7uwLr4on7-4m8pKavofWnFvhCC2DK1W6wvnmhbFD9HhY4pWdGIjX9m29kMvu0Ms2MZap66SMdtK57ZfPPsZQVIGotMzDuCgMu8vU7rZh_B7yLI82Gnre-xa5OEEXjm50JelZYFUJ0/s1600/Ali+W+5-4-10+b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf-_7uwLr4on7-4m8pKavofWnFvhCC2DK1W6wvnmhbFD9HhY4pWdGIjX9m29kMvu0Ms2MZap66SMdtK57ZfPPsZQVIGotMzDuCgMu8vU7rZh_B7yLI82Gnre-xa5OEEXjm50JelZYFUJ0/s320/Ali+W+5-4-10+b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467390868541685618" border="0" /></a>Random Greek letters make me happy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1qVWf6_axjVzcWP1f3lcFa0J5yqnby-VvdYx1S4ShyphenhyphenMjudktM8RcHVBHQbNxlRhnPTupun18pXctrgGldMwZQ_W9Z8Ep9OWD6dmHYGyMZpougtWvjWndQpgki0Yx59DJ1_-9h6o1jLL8/s1600/Ali+W+5-4-10+a.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1qVWf6_axjVzcWP1f3lcFa0J5yqnby-VvdYx1S4ShyphenhyphenMjudktM8RcHVBHQbNxlRhnPTupun18pXctrgGldMwZQ_W9Z8Ep9OWD6dmHYGyMZpougtWvjWndQpgki0Yx59DJ1_-9h6o1jLL8/s320/Ali+W+5-4-10+a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467390714047649186" border="0" /></a>Tree thing for sale?<br /></div>Ali W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485198802709646300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814299738852515553.post-1515689415365959852010-04-25T18:00:00.000-04:002010-04-25T18:09:50.446-04:00Interesting abandoned stuff.<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Hello, internet.<br /><br />Like I said last week, here's some of my photos.<br />Mostly abandoned places and industrial coolness.<br /></div><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlGdTwuo0isGazcV7e6FAUrA41Vr-JEYOJdVxGlmYWUM6qjhtJrVS0KI6R41B5IYRtetNXXROVCCBJ0P9VtQm21gvR4wRR9p4-x1IRaKPy__9hyphenhyphenHPM3nUG548xLM1L6CZxCYlpsvWDAkg/s1600/aliw42510e.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlGdTwuo0isGazcV7e6FAUrA41Vr-JEYOJdVxGlmYWUM6qjhtJrVS0KI6R41B5IYRtetNXXROVCCBJ0P9VtQm21gvR4wRR9p4-x1IRaKPy__9hyphenhyphenHPM3nUG548xLM1L6CZxCYlpsvWDAkg/s320/aliw42510e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464200558437263010" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbb5lr98f5TRhCKkOBptQj2I5m6ELyycZWMmoUCPubra45aNM_ogPtH3ZR5OswoVqhyk1Li4vIuFJIOcInpvpeM2JDd64HGQqwKRW7fjzQ8OnV2d4oBrS4HP3SSQqI1sJf9hhOBhmBSKU/s1600/aliw42510d.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbb5lr98f5TRhCKkOBptQj2I5m6ELyycZWMmoUCPubra45aNM_ogPtH3ZR5OswoVqhyk1Li4vIuFJIOcInpvpeM2JDd64HGQqwKRW7fjzQ8OnV2d4oBrS4HP3SSQqI1sJf9hhOBhmBSKU/s320/aliw42510d.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464200553711862418" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBHhm7zYNZdTVV_Z6Y2VHAh6wSQBnBmKkRTgfhbSZ-SLEl3bPe4ASaz7Dyys7t-e83YoMVaOxK7xcbXf1555fASSSIy-KqPz03tZGzbS4W5AGXqBBDTzn8eCz4nTa0PFWuCNv5M7ZifDw/s1600/Aliw42510c.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBHhm7zYNZdTVV_Z6Y2VHAh6wSQBnBmKkRTgfhbSZ-SLEl3bPe4ASaz7Dyys7t-e83YoMVaOxK7xcbXf1555fASSSIy-KqPz03tZGzbS4W5AGXqBBDTzn8eCz4nTa0PFWuCNv5M7ZifDw/s320/Aliw42510c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464200548471006082" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3KAbsoWnqkWT0earNmMWkLCP3GsD4VTEgfqhQy_fNK7b5nubvVV8Tdz29CLxdlKACmizi4Fg73xFm8HV2QXg-fu3C_g7aKcQLT3g5fKa9Wqenj6h4_lbxfJRN3nGG-ZqDsRj7ldcVvNQ/s1600/Aliw42510b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3KAbsoWnqkWT0earNmMWkLCP3GsD4VTEgfqhQy_fNK7b5nubvVV8Tdz29CLxdlKACmizi4Fg73xFm8HV2QXg-fu3C_g7aKcQLT3g5fKa9Wqenj6h4_lbxfJRN3nGG-ZqDsRj7ldcVvNQ/s320/Aliw42510b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464200537949844418" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAJL2oB2-Uab62vLsg1aHBvnMjhhXcpoZgJKvWFWp1P2IAg3h7C2_jvlfnTbxPAp7RYxz94kks8_QZFiLqECj0dP5u5SOQT5CHojRgGOHRN8bFkrPNGvyd6GeaVuSmyL3Ur-rMxYRd-3M/s1600/Aliw42510a.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAJL2oB2-Uab62vLsg1aHBvnMjhhXcpoZgJKvWFWp1P2IAg3h7C2_jvlfnTbxPAp7RYxz94kks8_QZFiLqECj0dP5u5SOQT5CHojRgGOHRN8bFkrPNGvyd6GeaVuSmyL3Ur-rMxYRd-3M/s320/Aliw42510a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464200536490298898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Ali W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485198802709646300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814299738852515553.post-8014392587591367552010-04-22T11:51:00.000-04:002010-04-22T11:51:58.526-04:00Hello!Yo, so E's been out of the offices since the ninth. And Mr. Tep (who is a dick) finally gave me access to the site. So...yeah.<br /><br />Anyway, this is Ali W. reporting in. E gave me a whole list of post ideas and some post-its on old files that would make good post-fodder. But I'll get to those later. I've got some photos to find and get those up.<br /><br />I'm at the wheel now!<br /><br />Ali W. out!Ali W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00485198802709646300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814299738852515553.post-49729811012807127802010-04-11T08:00:00.001-04:002010-04-11T08:00:04.622-04:00Sketch book: ESS Staff.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">The last two of my ESS staff inspired doodles.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoL-Uk76s3ji3EsY3icT4UM49cYtfzgJWgj1xGZ9U6t8mXhtfvQCzVRJSVD9Vq8VIIEDzPhg7_xUNrIKENkKpInBYLstBdfl3t8oHntUezPjKkOjsAFaadbpOFuuloP_ySwJNBTOipdWFs/s1600/E.Silva_ESS+Anita+Evey.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoL-Uk76s3ji3EsY3icT4UM49cYtfzgJWgj1xGZ9U6t8mXhtfvQCzVRJSVD9Vq8VIIEDzPhg7_xUNrIKENkKpInBYLstBdfl3t8oHntUezPjKkOjsAFaadbpOFuuloP_ySwJNBTOipdWFs/s320/E.Silva_ESS+Anita+Evey.png" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Anita and Evey.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anita is a field agent, she has a little bad luck dæmon that hangs out with her like a ferret. I don't think she sleeps much, she takes coffee breaks like some people take smoke breaks.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Like Evey. Evey is a research agent, but claims to have been dead for a few decades. Given her demeanor, pallor and ability to drink tequila, I don't doubt it too much.</div>E. Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735360816136687590noreply@blogger.com0