Iron Lunch

(That's a typo that happened when I was looking up Iron Lung and frankly, now I'm thinking that could be like a slang term for a really fucking challenging lunch, like the leftovers that you don't want to go to waste but at the same time you just categorically can't be bothered with them because, for example, you might be pathologically sick to the back teeth of pasta salad and could quite happily get through the rest of your life never having a painfully boring pasta salad ever again, maybe. That's an Iron Lunch.)

Also Farkas. And Beansy. Colluding over a couple o' cones.

 Here we also have Alan, in the lobster pose, with a bit of fluff stuck under his claw (but if you try to get said fluff out from under his claw, he will try to take your face off. He's very clear about his boundaries and I respect that.)

Now onto the point of this post, which is to catch up with a disorganised assortment of encounters, with varying degrees of recentness. They're all from earlier this year, so at least there's something approximating a theme there. 


 More art on this tiled tunnel, this time featuring a lovely little rendition of the Isle of Arran. These paintings have been here for years but there's always something different that stands out.

 

Relatable priorities on a door leading to a pizza place, en route to the Demon Tree.


 Pixel art Bob Ross!

One of the town square trees, on a delicious rainy day in Spring. Mmmm.


 A van promising somewhat of a niche service, tucked away among the bushes there (seems a bit sus, to be honest.)


 A faded ghost sign in a part of town I don't visit very often.


 Some nice graffiti on a rain-lashed van.


 And to finish up, it's goodnight from me, and it's goodnight from this bench.

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Further rambling

Twa Thousand Corbies

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Going to start this post with an illustration, because of this blog layout, posts lacking images tend to look a bit pants. The art here is by G. Howell-Baker. A while back, I was joking about gathering together as many versions of Twa Corbies as possible, and finally, here we are. This is going to be a continually evolving list, so if you know of a version that needs to be included, or if you've recorded one of your own, then by all means, let me know. You can put a comment here or e-mail me at looksinnocuousnenoughchaps [at] gmail [dot] com. Part two, with versions 50-100 can be found here . Let's begin! 1.  Folly Bridge - My personal favourite, performed completely a capella with some beautiful, eerie harmonies. 2.  Hamish Imlach - A live version, and a very close second favourite. Hamish's distinctive voice works wonders here and we're treated to some elegant sitar as well. 3.  Ayreheart - This one features the lute and a passionate vocal performance, it's qui...
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Some doodles from last night

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I went on a bit of a spree last night, trying out some different brushes in Rebelle 7, trying to work out what approach I might want to take for reviving Facts About the World, and here are some of the resulting doodles. First, a swoonicorn investigating Blarglflorp, the tiniest comet in the cosmos. Ara, done entirely using ink brushes with varying degrees of water. It's been a bit of running joke that their markings are different every time I draw them, and this time is no exception. (They were initially based on a striped dolphin but at this point, it's anyone's guess. Cynosure was a futuristic thing with cyborgs anyway, so what kind of dolphin Ara resembled wasn't exactly a pressing logical concern.) And one from the end of the night, which didn't end up being coloured because I'd been up since 3am again and needed to go to bed.
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Fridayposting

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It is Friday, continuing the theme of the spooky video games, I'm currently revisiting Still Wakes the Deep and trying to finish up the blog post about that (it's a good job this isn't an audio effort because noone needs to hear yours truly going "Fuckin' 'ell, McLeary!!!" in an incredibly questionable Glaswegian accent whenever the mood so takes me.) Sod's law, I completely forgot to actually get the pictures off of Mariner... it was late at night. For now, it's time to return to the comfy slippers of The Callisto Protocol, not in chronological order and not really with a theme in mind either, just a bit of fun for today. Starting with these artfully arranged Crunchy Creatures, with a bit of an HR Giger kind of vibe. I also appreciate the elegantly flowing mist around here. Hmmm . (This one's off the PS4 version, I redid it on the PS5 but a big cloud of mist was obscuring one of the monsters and we can't have that.) This hexagonal effort...
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