What to do?

So. Here's a sketch I dropped into Illustrator and monkied with a bit... I don't think it's done yet but I'm not sure what to do with it. Or even really what it is. It told me its name was 'Basengii'. I wonder if it is a mispelling of 'Basenji' (the oldest breed of domesticated dog) Except it doesn't look like a basenji and it's hooved. I think its probably some kind of demon horse but I'm not sure.


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I definetely like the clean illustratoriness of this drawing but I'm not sure what else to do to it and it doesn't yet feel 'done'.

Space Cadets

So... I had been listening to these old radio-play mysteries since I discovered the wonder of iTunes radio stations.

A couple of weeks ago, Stacey got a Live365 account. I browsed through the list and found several stations that play old radio sci-fi stories. Featuring exciting new writers like Ray Bradbury and Robert Heinlein. We're talking like 1940's and 50's sci-fi here. Shows often taken place in the distant future of 1965 or 1971.

"X Minus One" is a weekly radio-play adaption of short stories from Galaxy Magaine. It ranges from being very good to rather dated and trite but still fun to listen to. Some of the rampant blatant fear of communists is stunning and gives me interesting insights into the worldview of older conservatives.

"Journey into Space" is freakin' awsome. Very well researched and written. Excellent understanding of the possible physics and psychological issues that would come up during the very long (6 month) journey to Mars. Totally believable storyline and technology, even for its time setting of the early 1970s. Also great serial format. Lots of cliffhangers without being over dramatic and real actual GOOD drama. The only downside to this serial is that the journey to Mars show is like TWENTY HOURS LONG and at least half the show is just getting to Mars. Certain images from this show will stick with me for a loooong time. (For instance, the captain explaining why a 'burial at sea' for dead spacemen would result only in their dead bodies floating along outside the ship all the way to Mars)

Woe for the heady days of real hardcore sci-fi. Shows like this were so awsome. No forcefields, warp drives, holo-decks, and everyone in space was terribly british. I wish I could send away my twenty-five cents and my boxtop from the sponsor's hot cereal and get my spaceman helmet. *sulk*