Thursday, February 02, 2006

Two Caricatures of Me Wearing a Wicked Awesome Hat: My Profile Image Blown Up To Full Size (Yeah, I know it's weak, but today I got nothing.)

What up, Inanity-ers? I've been at a loss all day for a good subject for today's post, so I'm going to do this lame one in the last remaining moments of February 2nd, otherwise known as Groundhog Day. (By the way, 6 more weeks of winter. Big whoop. Did it snow anywhere in the country in the month of January? The news says it was mild all over the place.) Anyway, this first image is the enlarged scan of the self-caricature I did for my blog profile. Originally, my teeth looked as though I'd sharpened them to points (kind of like that dude in Robocop) so I fixed it in Photoshop and this is the result. I know. I'm as excited about it as you are.

This second image is the original photo I drew it from. I think I've already posted a photo from this "series" of photos of me looking completely learning disabled, but I thought it was funny and ripe for a good caricature. Though I made myself look fatter in the drawing than I was in this photograph, I wasn't near as mean as I wanted to be, meanness being the point of caricatures after all. I must have focused on the wrong things because the more I emphasize what I think are my most overstated facial features, it stops looking like me. It used to be an oversized helmet of hair really sold it, but that's not how things are anymore. Not sure. Practice, and narcissism to spare, however, make perfect.

Finally, this third image is the very first draft of the caricature. This version didn't work, I think, because it doesn't really look like me (at least I don't think it does), but I do like how fiercely stupid he looks. Something about the eyes. Hmmm.

Well, it's 11:50PM here on the East coast. Time for bed. If you're after a little more blog-action, head over to Literary Smackdown. Hinesy posted a story, Heath posted an unserious joke-story, and I have one up there, too, like it or not. They're all pretty short, so, if you're of a mind, check it out and kill some time. You can vote and everything!

Anyway, in seven minutes, it'll be Friday. Aren't Friday's great? Okay, I'm done. More tomorrow.

7 comments:

speck said...

THOSE EYES!!!! THOSE WHITE SOULESS EYES!!!!!

blankfist said...

No, it's not the eyes in the third picture that makes "him" look dumb -- it's that damn guffaw grin! Creepy.

Anyhow, I'm done.

blankfist said...

This becomes funny if you only focus on George's face: http://hybridscare.ytmnd.com/

Nathan said...

I'd like you to draw a characature of me in a kilt, ready to do battle whit a bunch of long swords

Harwell said...

Ahh, yes. There it is: Hinesy's BRAVEHEART fantasy...

As if we all haven't heard that one enough in our relatively short lives. Do you even remember what happened to Braveheart? He didn't fare too well, lass. And when you're dreaming of being Braveheart what is it that you scream while you're being disemboweled? I know it's not "Freeeeedooooommmm!" because we all know how much you cherish freedom over there in Taiwan. I can tell you that in my own fantasy of your fantasy, I like to imagine you kilted and with long flowing hair yelling
"Jeeeefffffffyyyyy!!!" in honor of the man who gave you your infamous nickname. But I somehow doubt you see it the same way...

What would I scream if it were me? Hmm...At the moment, I'll go with "Baaacccconnn Tuuurkeeeey Braaavo saaaandwiiiches froooommmm Paaaannnnerrrrraaaa!!!" That would also, incidentally, be my last meal.

Anyway. You have to give it up to Crane and anybody who can laugh at their own face as much as he seems to. It's vain, yes - but it's the best kind of vain. More goofy pictures! More sombreros! Woo!

Peggy said...

YOU NEED SHORTER TITLES SO I CAN READ THE FIRST COMMENT!!

DON'T SAY "IT'S NOT MY FAULT, AND YOU KNOW IT'S NOT MY FAULT" LIKE YOU JUST SAID TO ME SITTING THREE FEET AWAY.

IT IS!! JUST WRITE SOMETHING SHORTER . . . THEN WRITE YOUR FULL "AWESOME" TITLE AS THE FIRST PARAGRAPH.

Love,
Peggy

blankfist said...

It is his fault.