Today is my brother’s birthday and so this boost-filled robot -Alex- is both named after and dedicated to him. We’ve spent a great deal of time talking about needing more robots in our lives, Alex and I.

We both phase between being awful and mediocre at making progress, but we’re getting there.

Until the armada is up and running, Alex, the fly robot, will most certainly keep on soaring.

Happy Birthday, brother.


Frank was a 5-minute sketch. No pens, no planning -just a lovely gentle fellow sat on a lofty stool. He’s unfinished, but he wears it pretty well. Here’s looking at you, Frank.

Hugh. Took me a while to decide on the name. I think it’s the clouds that threw me. I rarely draw clouds -that much is probably obvious.


Hugh and plane and clouds and black

True story: I wrote the word ‘burn’ on this, the back page of my [still current] moleskine about 2 years ago. Hercule -the robot- came about only as many weeks ago. ‘burn’ is the lion’s share of a friend’s signature. He’s a comic book illustrator (keith burns). Apparently I’m a fan of forgery. His work is great too.

Noah -the robot- stands pretty tall. You can’t see his feet but, believe me, they go way down there.

Sketched on a tablecloth with worn wax crayons, Saul needs thrust like I need a coffee.

A folded up post it note and a little fellow inspired [tenuously] by the superb new Kojima Castlevania. Patrick Stewart stars and narrates. His dulcet tones were apparent at the time of sketching.

In the absence of LOST time and the presence of a writer occupied by far too much chocolate, this one seems to have rocket feet! Fly robot is most certainly fly.

In the presence of a terribly lazy writer with an awful blog-ethic it’s likely best to keep things simple. One robot each day. Until the internet runs out.Robot 01: Sophie

A Robot’s Pleasant Itch

January 11, 2010

Robots dig Christmas.

Neither for the recently felled trees adorned with swathes of finery, nor the bevy of lovingly wrapped gifts lurking at their piney underpinning.
They care not for stocking fillers, carol singers or alcohol-laden winter warmers.
They dig it, because it takes their robot minds away from the things that they dislike.
Like an itch that offers temporary respite from massive toothache, Christmas provides robots with a few days of calm.

Two facts that really can’t go unaddressed at this juncture:

1) Robots are incapable of experiencing toothache.
2) Robots are probably incapable of experiencing an itching sensation.

Fortunately they have a thorough understanding of both and can therefore attest to the accuracy of the itch analogy.

“Christmas, a pleasant itch” ~ Anonymous Robot