Resistance 3 inspiration images

I thought some people might find this interesting.

When I was first assigned the boat level in Resistance 3, we had a very vague idea of what it was going to be.  I'd been thinking about a mostly standard ride-down-the-natural-river experience until one of the concept artists did some drawings of a boat floating through a flooded city.  Immediately I thought of my hometown of Louisville, KY, and the great flood that devestated the area in the late 30s.  My good friend, Scott, had a scrapbook of newspaper clippings about the flood, and generously lent it to me to bring back to California and share with my team as a source of inspiration.  The environment artists were delighted!  Here are a few of the more influential newspaper clippings that inspired us.


Art Blog

So, in honor of my 10th year of blogging, I'm starting up another blog project which has been on my mind for awhile.  It's basically a doodle-a-day, processing my backlog of drawings that I do in my notes during meetings and such.  Since it's on an auto-post schedule, I don't really have a good way of crossposting it here, beyond starting up an rss account for it.  

All the same, if you want to subscribe via other means, here it is!

10 years!

Holy crap, it is the 10th anniversary of my blog!  I started writing 10 years ago today in my Livejournal, chronicling random thoughts and college adventures.

And here I am today, continuing to chronicle random thoughts and adventures.  And also recipes.  Lots and lots of recipes.

What will this blog hold 10 years from now??

Lost Blanket

This morning when I got out of my car, I saw a crumpled up little pink blanket in the road.  I picked it up and shook out the dirt and debris it had collected, noting the torn satin edges and little embroidered bear on the front.  Now, it could have been nothing.  It could have been something someone snagged from Goodwill to pad some furniture they moved.  Or maybe it did belong to a baby and fell from a car while he was being buckled in, and the baby was too young to care or even notice.

But in my mind, all I could think about when I was little and forced my Dad to drive 2 hours back to the lake after our vacation because I had discovered, to my horror, that I had left Doggy behind.  And I’m pretty sure I cried desperately non-stop until I had Doggy back in my arms (thank you, Dad!)

So, this blanket…I was unsure of the best course of action, so I just folded it up and left it on the back of my car, so that it would be in easy view and out of the road.  When I left work, the blanket was gone.  Sure, anyone could have just strolled up and taken it, but in my mind I like to believe I saved a panicky parent from facing a child with the possibility that Blankie was perma-lost.

I hope it found its way home!