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The sorts of things I draw

Alina — Fri, 04 Nov 2011 05:18:40 +0000

Hey Weregeeks! Just a reminder that the commission sale goes live on Monday, and I’ll be posting a link to the pricing and details here on the blog.

For now, I’ve had a several people ask what sorts of things I’m comfortable drawing. The answer is, pretty much anything, provided it’s PG-13. (Cheesecake is fine, but no nudity.) I’m comfortable drawing in several different styles, so if you’ve had a hankering for an anime character, I can probably do that. Same thing if you have a noir character, or a Hellboy fan character, or anything of that sort. If you have photo reference of the sort of style you’re after, that makes it easier on me.

Today’s sketch is a sampling of the sorts of things people have commissioned from me in the past.

Shatner Sammiches

Alina — Fri, 28 Oct 2011 05:15:32 +0000

This comic depicts, almost word for word, actual events from life. If anything, I’ve toned down Laye dramatics. To be fair, he *had* put in a long day at the lab and hadn’t slept well the night before, but it was still hilarious to watch the overacting occur.

And, speaking of Shatner and cooking… If you’re a fan of both, you should watch Iron Chef USA (not Iron Chef America), in which Bill Shatner plays the part of the chariman. It’s all kinds of wonderful!

Stripey socks are the best socks

Alina — Mon, 17 Oct 2011 19:38:08 +0000

This comic isn’t quite accurate. For one, as I write this blog post, my feet are uclad in any sort of knit warming tubes. It’s still (just) warm enough here that the Sock Time Alarm in my brain hasn’t gone off yet. But, I imagine it won’t be long now before it will, and then all of the socks that have been hidden away in the Winter Clothing storage bin under my bed will once again be put into service. I always discover gems I’d forgotten about, like the green and white striped toe socks with Santas embroidered down the side, or the knee-high purple and black socks that I bought last Halloween but that are so good for costuming…

If you too suffer from a sock obsession, then you should not click the following link. If you don’t, then clicking this link will instantly *give* you a sock obsession, and so might be equally dangerous. But, oh! The pretty socks!! And the arm warmers!

Sock Dreams

Zombie Tracker

Alina — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 04:39:47 +0000

I have a limited amount of skills in the event of a zombie apocalypse. I’m okay with a gun if you hand me one that’s loaded, but if there’s a better shot around, you better give them the gun. Same thing with hand-to-hand combat. (I have weak, girly little wrists. They would complain bitterly after cracking a few skulls with a bat.)

However, what I’m really good at is finding food and reading tracks. Give me a few hours in the bush and I’ll rustle up some grub for you. Got a zombie you need tracked back to it’s lair? I’m your gal.

Just, uh… Get someone else to handle the fighting, m’kay? Or I’m liable to get myself bit.

Mad culinary science

Alina — Tue, 11 Oct 2011 05:33:36 +0000

I won’t deny that mad culinary science could be used for evil. (There’s a great novel in that idea somewhere… Or maybe just a CSI episode.) But usually when I hear cackling from the kitchen, it is a sign of tasty, tasty things to come.

As was the case with the cackling this past weekend. It being Thanksgiving, we pulled out all the stops. This year, we had a roast guinea hen with bacon, moose sausage, cranberry and walnut stuffing. It was unutterably delicious, and we both spent most of the weekend in meat-comas.

Today, the leftover meat was recyled into a cock-a-leekie soup, with the remainder of the stuffing on the side. Layne cackled while he was making it, which I knew was a good sign.

Cheese Shop Sketch?

Alina — Fri, 07 Oct 2011 05:29:34 +0000

No, we were not trying to eat everything mentioned in the Cheese Shop Sketch. (Though, given enough of a budget, we totally would…) This particular cheese extravaganza was simply the result of us finding a wonderful little cheese shop in Edmonton that carried some of our favorite cheeses. (This is the same cheese shop that we once bought out of its entire year’s worth of Cotswold, but that’s another story for another time.)

The cheeses were good. But the terrible cheese/Tony Danza puns we made while eating them were even better!

Beholder Kohlrabi

Alina — Wed, 05 Oct 2011 05:45:00 +0000

Layne remarked that the giant head of kohlrabi we bought looked a little like a beholder, what with all of the stalks coming off of it.

I couldn’t let an idea that good rest, so this happened:

Psychic hedgehogs

Alina — Tue, 04 Oct 2011 05:41:50 +0000

I know that there’s no way for hedgehogs to understand English. Hedgehogs are very simple creatures. Dogs might be able to learn to recognize words, but hedgehogs, I’m sure, only hear noises as the massive, ominous rumblings of Scary Things From Above.

However, that being said, my little beasties are ALARMINGLY GOOD at knowing when I’ve come into their room in order to feed them, play with them and give them treats, or when I’ve come to get them for their baths and subsequent nail-trimming. I have no idea how they know. Maybe I smell different when it’s time for nail-trimming. Who knows?

Either way, I have to drag those little beasties out of their beds whenever I need to trim their nails. Poor little beasties. At least I make it up to them afterwards with plenty of wormie-treats.

Filthbeast

Alina — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 05:59:45 +0000

For years now, Clover has used her litterbox for it’s intended purpose. I didn’t have to train her to go there – her previous owner, who had her for the first 8 months of her life – had managed to teach her that much, at least. However, in the past few months, Clover has decided that her litterbox is suddenly and magically a wonderful spa!! She takes thrice-daily rolls in the clay desert, seemingly loving every moment of it. (She does not, however, love the increase in baths that her new hobby has earned her.)

I suspect that she’s got dry skin that I just simply can’t see, and is trying to scratch herself using her litter. Hopefully, the dry skin treatments I’ve managed to find online will help clear that up, and I won’t need to worry about picking little brown lumps out from her quills any longer…

Hedgehogs. They are filthy beasts.

Thumbs up for Iguanodon!

Alina — Wed, 28 Sep 2011 18:14:33 +0000

Iguanodon, named for their iguana-like teeth, should really have been called Thumbsupasaurus. Many illustrations of the Iguanodon show them standing around in the swamp, a vacant, cow-like expression on their face, and their arms held stiffly out before them with their thumb-spikes pointed to the skies. They look like the eternal yes-men of the Jurassic/early-to-late-Cretaceous.

“Hey, what’s up Iguanodon?”

“Not much, man! Take it easy!” *thumbs up*