Saturday, April 10, 2010


The theory was that these deep-space colonies of beavers dam up troublesome black holes with their celestial lodges. They move leisurely through space propelled by flapping their tails to either the strains of Strauss ("On The Beautiful Blue Danube"), Jerry Goldsmith or John Murphy ("Mercury").
Or that's the mother log ship leaving orbit from around planet Beaver. 
“I just read this great science fiction story. It's about how machines take control of humans and turn them into zombie slaves! . . . HEY! What time is it?? My TV show is on!” - Bill Watterson 


  1. I would love to be a fly on the wall watching you color something like this sometime...I've been working on my computer more lately and haven't gotten the hang of it yet.

  2. eewww... flies on the wall...

    Seriously though: the palette I'm most fond of is honestly called "Crayon." Now if they could only have that awesome smell.