Saturday, October 08, 2005

Your Weekend Image, Saving You From Ugly Guys Every Saturday


Last week it was Tom Delay, this week it's Bill Maher. I just can't let these ugly dudes ride the top of my blog page all weekend long. I can't do that to my readers. So here's this.

I did this for our production design class for Charles McClennahan back at the Film School, O Charles of the tragic family story. Embezzlement, suicide, disgrace, etc. Terrible. And, what's more, he sounded exactly like Kermit the Frog, and that made him the most fun teacher to do an impression of ("Every breath I take is a miracle!"), just behind RST's ("I'm gonna get you!") but just in front of BM's unbelievably awesome skeleton laugh ("Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!"). Anyway. Were a production designer to do an illustration for a bar in a screenplay, it might, I emphasize MIGHT, look a little something like this. Except the man behind the bar would probably not look like a giant, and the man entering the bar from the surface of the sun would have a head more centered on top of his neck, rather than just a little to the right. Charles did give me a hard time about the head, and deservedly so, but he liked it overall. The drawing's not so good close up, but with this blog, I hope to include the not-so-hot drawings I've done, as well as the ones I like. Balance, you know.

4 comments:

blankfist said...

Yes, the memories made me laugh, Crane, but man oh man... I really wish you would tell us the story of Charles Kermit McClansdfhsdnf... You see, dear sir (which is what I will call you from now on when I'm being a smart ass, apparently), if some other reader stumbles on your site, well, they probably would read this entry and think, "What the bloody hell is this [enter English derogatory term for American] talking about? I shall never come back here again, because this bloody fool is speaking literally (pronounced li-chur-at-lee by those brits) about some person I have no frame of reference of...."

Do you know the story of McClasdasdad's wife's suicide where she drank draino? Where Charles went crazy and protested the school in full African Tribe gear claiming racism when he was fired because of his wife's suicide? Do you know of this? Yes? Well, then you need to tell that story! I know you're a writer, dearest Crane, and so I'd like to feel like you're capable of spinning a web whenever I stop by your blog. You're probably the most intereseting guy I know when it comes to verbally illustrating your experiences, and in a large way I think that is why I've found you so interesting throughout the years. You are a good friend, and that is a plus, but to become a good friend there had to be something about you that I admired.

You are a storyteller. Tell me a story. Don't zippidydoodaa another post like this, please. It's beneath your capabilities. I think I'd rather see Tom Delay & Bill Maher than to see you shoehorn a BS post in that you refuse to elaborate on...

Although, to be fair, the self-deprecating description of your drawing was very funny... that is a good thing... but, you cannot keep inside jokes on your blog... let EVERYONE in, dude...

Shannon said...
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Shannon said...

I second that emotion.

Fried Pepperoni said...

I'm late to this post, I know, but dude I totally remember this drawing and for some reason I think we were using a short script of mine (The Neon Parrot) as the basis for this little project. If you want to call anything we did in that class a project. It certainly wasn't work. It certainly wasn't productive or even remotely applicable to anything else. It was basically a waste of time.

Yet, I'm so happy to see this drawing lives on. Something good came out of that crap after all.