Om Nom Nom

Note: The following was originally posted on the old LordBlognStuff page on Sunday, April 24, 2011.  You may read the original article here.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Mister Walter Disney

                                   

All Hail the Slarf

Note: The following was originally posted on the old LordBlognStuff page on Sunday, March 6, 2011.  You may read the original article here.

It’s a pity Blogspot doesn’t have a reblog feature.  I saw this at Hipster Runoff today, it is glorious for more reasons than I care to enumerate here.  I give you the Slarf:

                                        


Original Article: Is the Sleeve Scarf the next big alt fashion trend? R u gonna buy a slarf?

Seated Figure

Note: The following was originally posted on the old LordBlognStuff page on Monday, February 28, 2011.  You may read the original article here.

MAN do I hate drawing hands!  I need a new scanner, would you believe me if I said that the shoes and socks are black on the original?  Seriously! 

I hate that it picks up all the shading strokes that can’t be distinguished on the original, and none of the light lines that make up the hair and other fine details.

Infinite Elephants

Note: The following was originally posted on the old LordBlognStuff page on Monday, December 6, 2010.  You may read the original article here.

Here’s the latest thing I’d like to share.  From the fantastic mind of Vi Hart, doodling infinite elephants.

   

Those of you who know me are aware this is a pretty fantastic representation of the way I think at any given moment.

Fall

Note: The following was originally posted on the old LordBlognStuff page on Sunday, November 14, 2010.  You may read the original article here.

Autumn Song

Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
   Laid on it for a covering,
   And how sleep seems a goodly thing

In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?

And how the swift beat of the brain
Falters because it is in vain,
   In Autumn at the fall of the leaf
   Knowest thou not? and how the chief
Of joys seems—not to suffer pain?

Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the soul feels like a dried sheaf
   Bound up at length for harvesting,
   And how death seems a comely thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?

–Dante Gabriel Rosetti, 1883