On friday i took receipt of friend’s delivery. This little fellow came about simply because the rather sizeable, unblemished cardboard canvas was far too enticing to ignore. His name is Sean, not Shern. The caption was related, it was a macbook air.

 

Time flies: As the least likely blogger in the world there are a number of excuses for poor update etiquette presenting themselves. Moving house, working in Hong Kong, discovering the joys of Treyarch’s latest first-person offering, etc, etc..

As prior post tags can attest, the problem lies squarely on the shoulders of the writer himself. A terrible blogger, it takes very little for distraction to take root.

This post comes in Lieu of anything polished, a peek at something with a little more structure than a not-quite-daily named robot.

The idea for Option D has been floating around for a little while now, its simple, easy to execute and most of the work is already done. Sadly, time is short, focus is forever waning and the concept is yet to see fruition. Small victory comes in the form of these concept sketches. Option D will be a distasteful, vulgar little beast. The more conscientious writer would likely create a new place to house it’s profanity, but that would be foolish, a second blog is certainly never the answer. Not here.

More soon, it’s a written promise between you and I.

Busy days and a sickly disposition have brought about a serious drought in robot production. Travelled halfway to China for a gig on saturday, fell apart with a cold and plenty of minecraft on Sunday.

Tanner came about over the course of the weekend, I suppose his demeanour says it all. By ‘it all’ I mean ‘hueerrrrgghhh’.

Found a few old robots over the weekend, gathering dust in drawers crammed with fragments of yesteryear. I’ll scan and post a few of them one day.

I’m moving house very soon and amidst the (horrible) business of clearing out old junk I came across an old wallet with a ghostly Totoro motif. Therein, this tiny shred of post it note brought about an unexpected smile. His name is william, like the bear that I own.

 

Been frightfully busy at work. To my shame, Graham took a few days more than ever intended. Bits and bobs here and there between meetings and word-stuff.

Preparing to close a Moleskine that’s been in use for an awfully long time – Graham marks what was the penultimate blank page.¬†Got a new limited edition Pac-man replacement [day-glow yellow, blank pages] waiting in the wings, thankfully. #MoleskineAddiction

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

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