I tried to wake up in the middle of the night to watch the lunar eclipse, but instead the actual light of the actual moon just kept me awake the whole night, vacillating between sleep and consciousness in hour-long intervals while I repeatedly dreamed about being in the house I lived in during college but with an inexplicable impression that I was no longer supposed to be there.

"I’m sorry," I said to the person who appeared to live in the room I thought was mine. "I thought this was my room, but it’s obviously not. Do you know where my room is? Because I don’t. Do I live here? I thought I did but I have a feeling I don’t really."

"Don’t worry," said the girl, who I think was an actual person I knew there for a while. "I know where it is… Or I mean, I think… It’s around here somewhere, I know it is, maybe we’re on the wrong floor-"

"No, no, it’s fine," I told her. "I don’t think I live here, I don’t think this is even real. I’m like ninety percent sure I’m dreaming, here, hold on-" and here I came very close to sticking my finger through the palm of her hand to illustrate, before deciding this would be rude and using my own hand instead. "Yeah, look at that, see? That explains it."

Later, waking up in a room I am quite sure I never lived in, I found a large folded poster that did not belong to me and set about asking everyone in the house if they knew where it had come from.

"Did you put this in there while I was sleeping?" I asked a stranger.

"No," they said. "Maybe it was that robot with the TV for a head."

"Oh, yeah," I said. "Probably was. I don’t know who let that guy in here anyway."

So here we have Mindy Littletree, secondary protagonist of Hypothetical Bug Alien Story. A soft, moon-faced lady with big hair, works a rather mundane assistant job for somebody more important while she’s trying to get the training to become an ambassador for the bug aliens (the bug aliens are called Desek), she works in the same building as Clark and they eat lunch together because she’s one of like five people who can actually understand him when he talks. He can’t say her name so he mostly calls her “Tree.”
Mindy’s one of those things where I couldn’t quite articulate how she was supposed to look until I actually drew her and then everything gelled suddenly into this thing, but now I don’t know what to do because this is Cartoony Junk and I don’t know how to translate this to what an actual person looks like? I really like how this looks but I’m not going to be able to write Horrifying Bug Diaspora if people are going to look like this in it, that would just be unsettling.
In other news, Horrifying Bug Diaspora is a really good combination of words that I just accidentally made and I think that needs to be my overall tag for this stuff (after that last post I was considering “Nice Bug” but this is much better).

So here we have Mindy Littletree, secondary protagonist of Hypothetical Bug Alien Story. A soft, moon-faced lady with big hair, works a rather mundane assistant job for somebody more important while she’s trying to get the training to become an ambassador for the bug aliens (the bug aliens are called Desek), she works in the same building as Clark and they eat lunch together because she’s one of like five people who can actually understand him when he talks. He can’t say her name so he mostly calls her “Tree.”

Mindy’s one of those things where I couldn’t quite articulate how she was supposed to look until I actually drew her and then everything gelled suddenly into this thing, but now I don’t know what to do because this is Cartoony Junk and I don’t know how to translate this to what an actual person looks like? I really like how this looks but I’m not going to be able to write Horrifying Bug Diaspora if people are going to look like this in it, that would just be unsettling.

In other news, Horrifying Bug Diaspora is a really good combination of words that I just accidentally made and I think that needs to be my overall tag for this stuff (after that last post I was considering “Nice Bug” but this is much better).

I’ve been spending a lot of time trying to finish knitting this scarf before it gets totally too warm to wear it. Sometimes at the museum I knit on my lunch break, sitting on a bench somewhere in the Asian art wing near the lab. One time I was sitting in a little alcove behind a wall for a long time (because there were a lot of school groups walking through and I was trying to stay out of their way) and I sat there for a long time until one of the people I work for walked by and said “Do you realize you’re sitting directly behind a large buddha statue, and also in exactly the same position as the buddha statue?”
(she was right)

I’ve been spending a lot of time trying to finish knitting this scarf before it gets totally too warm to wear it. Sometimes at the museum I knit on my lunch break, sitting on a bench somewhere in the Asian art wing near the lab. One time I was sitting in a little alcove behind a wall for a long time (because there were a lot of school groups walking through and I was trying to stay out of their way) and I sat there for a long time until one of the people I work for walked by and said “Do you realize you’re sitting directly behind a large buddha statue, and also in exactly the same position as the buddha statue?”

(she was right)

a thing you should know about that last post is that yesterday I opened the lunchroom fridge and all that was in there was two gallons of pink lemonade and a bag of carrots. I don’t know if that guy put a bag of carrots in there to eat in the future or if maybe he just saw them there and decided to eat them or what. He didn’t have a lunch, he was just eating carrots, there was the end of a carrot sitting on a paper towel on the table in front of him and he was holding another one and eating it. I don’t know who this guy is or where he came from.

There’s somebody in Baltimore who goes around tagging things as “DERP” and whenever I take the light rail down to go to the museum I get off in front of an apparently vacant building with no graffiti except for the word DERP several stories up.

I didn’t know what to draw so I drew Lysander.
I can never decide how old Lysander is supposed to look, like I have this idea that he’s weirdly ageless in a slightly inhuman way, like with the framework of an adult body but kind of smoothed out and stylized. I can never tell if I’m getting it though.
YOW tumblr did something really weird with his static sweater when it compressed the image, that kind of hurts my eyes. It doesn’t look as good without the noise over it though. I’d wear a manga-studio-noise-tone sweater if I could.

I didn’t know what to draw so I drew Lysander.

I can never decide how old Lysander is supposed to look, like I have this idea that he’s weirdly ageless in a slightly inhuman way, like with the framework of an adult body but kind of smoothed out and stylized. I can never tell if I’m getting it though.

YOW tumblr did something really weird with his static sweater when it compressed the image, that kind of hurts my eyes. It doesn’t look as good without the noise over it though. I’d wear a manga-studio-noise-tone sweater if I could.

Fentons!!
Fenton is really hard to draw right for some reason. While I was digging through that old stuff yesterday I was like “somewhere in here there’s a drawing of Fenton that’s pretty good, I should find that,” but then I did find it and it was definitely not as good as I remembered. This has happened more than once.
(trivia: within a certain group of my friends from high school, “so, the molecules…” is basically code for “I am about to completely fabricate a scientific explanation for this.”)
((additionally, to clarify, this is not the drawing I found, this is new, the one I found was Pretty Bad))

Fentons!!

Fenton is really hard to draw right for some reason. While I was digging through that old stuff yesterday I was like “somewhere in here there’s a drawing of Fenton that’s pretty good, I should find that,” but then I did find it and it was definitely not as good as I remembered. This has happened more than once.

(trivia: within a certain group of my friends from high school, “so, the molecules…” is basically code for “I am about to completely fabricate a scientific explanation for this.”)

((additionally, to clarify, this is not the drawing I found, this is new, the one I found was Pretty Bad))

Hoo hoo I did it again this is actually a lot of fun. This one turned out better because I actually started out intending to do it without lines. That’s a really good jacket, I’d wear that.
Devon facts because I feel like it:
Devon has to “sleep” about as much as a regular human every night in order to recharge and transfer things from his short- to long-term memory; if he doesn’t he starts forgetting things. He’s pretty vigilant about getting enough sleep.
When he’s doing this his eyes blink slowly like a camera charging. If you find him passed out without his eyelights on something is probably wrong.
He does have dreams, but they’re mostly pretty mundane memory mashup stuff so he doesn’t usually talk about them. They do get weird and hypothetical sometimes but those ones kind of scare him.
His body temperature is about the same as a human’s, the people who made him did this on purpose so it wouldn’t feel weird to touch him. As a machine he’s not all that useful but they did a good job of making something that people are comfortable interacting with, which was mostly what they were going for.

Hoo hoo I did it again this is actually a lot of fun. This one turned out better because I actually started out intending to do it without lines. That’s a really good jacket, I’d wear that.

Devon facts because I feel like it:

  • Devon has to “sleep” about as much as a regular human every night in order to recharge and transfer things from his short- to long-term memory; if he doesn’t he starts forgetting things. He’s pretty vigilant about getting enough sleep.
  • When he’s doing this his eyes blink slowly like a camera charging. If you find him passed out without his eyelights on something is probably wrong.
  • He does have dreams, but they’re mostly pretty mundane memory mashup stuff so he doesn’t usually talk about them. They do get weird and hypothetical sometimes but those ones kind of scare him.
  • His body temperature is about the same as a human’s, the people who made him did this on purpose so it wouldn’t feel weird to touch him. As a machine he’s not all that useful but they did a good job of making something that people are comfortable interacting with, which was mostly what they were going for.
find a fashion blog
sift through it until you find a picture you like
put a robot in it
Devon wears clothes even though he doesn’t really have to, partly because he’s self-conscious about being a giant humanoid machine, and partly because that’s the rules, you don’t walk around naked, this is human society and we wear clothes. It takes him a while to get into the fun part of picking out things to wear, but he figures it out eventually.
Originally there were lines on this but I turned them off in a fit of frustration and discovered I like it better like this (though it made his mouth disappear, haha whoops). 

Devon wears clothes even though he doesn’t really have to, partly because he’s self-conscious about being a giant humanoid machine, and partly because that’s the rules, you don’t walk around naked, this is human society and we wear clothes. It takes him a while to get into the fun part of picking out things to wear, but he figures it out eventually.

Originally there were lines on this but I turned them off in a fit of frustration and discovered I like it better like this (though it made his mouth disappear, haha whoops).