still unsakian

Remember those poem things?

I found one in my sketchbook. Here it is.

a sweet melancholy
the slowly setting sun
the cobwebs glistening in the fading light.

his graceful form, expressive, free,
running, glasses catching
the golden
the backlight, the backlit

on his knees. the frisbee comes
and misses.
he flops comically on the cushioning blades
with a groan.

then a leap, slower than physically possible
smoother than physically possible
a bird slices through the blue, the sun
wings spread and then gone

the windows watch with their glassy eyes
reflecting the blue and green
windows all around.

shadows stretching, reaching out with their clammy fingers
the laughter goes on
“heart of the cards!”


Count Cake

Brad’s cube draft pool has recently undergone a thorough revamping and reorganisation. In order to accommodate this, I fixed up the spreadsheet keeping track of the cards in the pool. In the process, a new cake was created to fill the THING COUNTING THE NUMBER OF CARDS AND OTHER THINGS niche: Count Cake!

Count Cake on duty.

Count Cake counts the number of cards in each colour, the converted mana cost averages, and the card total. Count Cake refuses to be your personal secretary, however. He hates counting (except when he’s doing it for himself).


Up With The Birds

A work in progress. I’ve stopped here for now because the colouring is giving me too much crap.
To come later: the background I had in mind, more complete shading of the clothing, touchups for the faces.

(The sky is blue
Dreamed that lie till it’s true

Might have to go, where they don’t know my name
Float all over the world just to see her again
But I won’t show or feel any pain
Even though all my armor might rust in the rain

A simple plot
But I know one day
Good things are coming our way

Up With the Birds – Coldplay)