Cullen Industries

Stan

2009-04-17T22:08:00.001-04:00

Claude

2009-04-14T09:15:00.001-04:00

Hector

2009-04-09T22:52:00.002-04:00

Glory

2009-03-31T15:38:00.002-04:00

Absolutely Wally's Problem

2009-03-24T20:55:00.001-04:00

Space Cow

2009-03-21T16:56:00.002-04:00

Poor Katz

2009-03-17T23:13:00.002-04:00

Gretchen

2009-03-13T23:20:00.002-04:00

So, no, I don't know what this means. Cars and sex, maybe? The more of these things I put together, the more it feels like a do-it-yourself Rorschach test.

Uncle Ed

2009-03-11T23:19:00.002-04:00

Went off the rails with this one. I really have to give myself more time to work. Or double down on the drugs and coffee.

Maurice and his Mom

2009-03-10T22:51:00.002-04:00

I guess Maurice has some issues? I'm intrigued by that gizmo that says 'gobble'. What does that do, and is it shame-worthy? We may never know.

Belated thanks to Zorger for all these nifty scans of public domain artwork. Nice!

Emil's Pants

2009-03-09T22:15:00.002-04:00

Slowly getting somewhere with these.

Slowly.

And not sure where the "somewhere" is.

But I'm amusing myself greatly, so wheeeee!

Alice and Marcel

2009-03-08T21:12:00.002-04:00

From the happy couple's adventures in space.

I'm sure having fun making these things. And I'm pretty sure I don't understand them.

Space Borgnine!

2009-03-07T22:01:00.002-05:00

This is just getting silly. Really!

The North Pole!

2009-03-07T16:29:00.004-05:00

Oh, I think I've stumbled into something odd this time. If this keeps up I may have to give the comics their own blog site.

So this is odd.

2009-03-07T14:45:00.003-05:00

Fooling around with Comic Life (a little program that was prepackaged on my Mac). Found a slew of public domain images via Wikipedia and we're off to the races, as long as the races don't make any sense and only have a passing interest in telling a story or setting up a joke.

Sunrise, NYC, August 1971

2009-01-03T23:12:00.004-05:00

One from Dad's slide stash. This was shot as we returned to the city aboard the SS Rafaello. I tried to tweak the colors just a little to bring out the sky, to limited effect.

New Year's Rockin' Otter

2008-12-31T10:31:00.002-05:00

I forgot all about this one until I tripped over it in my Picasa folder.

This one has a short story behind it: I had an interview some years back for a greeting card company that shall go nameless (side note: how do you tell someone "to enter" in Italian?). After the interview they sent away with some homework: "give us 3 mockups for greeting cards that would fit into our line. They don't have to be perfect, just roughs." The gig was for photo editing, not Photoshopping, so the execution wasn't that big a deal.

Anyhoo, I sweated some ideas out and used my stone-age PS skillz to hammer out a few ideas. Sent them off and, you will be shocked to learn, I never heard a single goddam word out of them. How I hate them.

Just look at that otter pic. It's got greeting card written all over it. Bastids.

Hot Chicks Boxing!

2008-12-31T10:01:00.001-05:00

A new find: the Powerhouse Museum just put a bunch of photos onto Flickr. Nice stuff, and hardly any of it is women engaging in fisticuffs.

A new look

2008-12-30T15:39:00.001-05:00

Just in time for the new year, I found this superdeluxe site that has free blogger templates. Just like the big kids at Wordpress! No way I'm getting involved in learning HTML! That stuff just plumb scares me.

So he's an idea for a standup routine. From me to you, it's all yours (because the thought of being a standup comic scares the poo from me). Take the stage with a sock on your hand, like a puppet. It doesn't have to be a sock puppet, even though you'll be chatting with it. Just a plain old sock. On one hand you'll have the sock, the other you're holding a microphone. Chat up the sock. When it's the sock's turn to converse, hold the mic up to it. Stare intently at the sock. You're the only one that can hear it.

The conversation between you and the sock quickly turns into a shouting match, but all the shouting is from you. "Bullshit! You know that's a goddam lie!" Pause, in silence, while the sock has it's turn with the mic. You wail: "What?! No!" Another pause, this one longer. The sock has been saving this up for a while. You sputter in rage. Spittle flies. "Why would you say that?! Why here, of all places?" Look at the audience nervously. The bit's taken a seriously unplanned turn. But the sock's not done yet. Another painful minute (yes, I think a full minute should do it) of the sock talking to the mic and you standing there looking terrified. Finally, your turn: "Look, I'm sorry. I thought you were asleep when I did that."

Put the mic down and leave. You're done.

Another from the vault...

2008-12-21T18:03:00.002-05:00

Another shot from some upstate park in the early 90s. Back in the olden days, we had to process the film and print the pictures by hand. Ay-up.

An oldie, from the Cullen Industries vault

2008-12-21T17:03:00.004-05:00

Found some old prints of mine from my last stand at RIT, ca. 1992. This is from a color photo class, printed from c-41 neg.

I forget where the photo was taken, some park outside of Buffalo most likely.

(Sorry about the dust; I really have to clean the scanner bed.)

Mr. Henry Clews

2008-12-20T20:09:00.001-05:00

Just fooling around with PS again. Here's the original of Clews from the LOC.

A little photoshop experiment

2008-12-01T22:47:00.002-05:00

Fun with a photo of Harvey, ca. 1971.

Marbles!

2008-11-30T20:15:00.004-05:00

From the Life collection again:

Marble Tournament

Date taken:	June 06, 1950
Photographer:	Francis Miller

Work in progress.

2008-11-24T22:25:00.002-05:00

Found this gent named Butler on the LOC site and thought he had a nifty Lindbergh look going. Photoshopped it a little and now he looks like he should be a Wheaties box.