Showing posts with label Cartoons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cartoons. Show all posts

Thursday, July 30, 2015

Getting animated about my past...

A lot is happening over here at Neverland Transit Authority's Grand Central Station. If you've been reading, lately, you know that we've become the victim of the Silicon Valley tech economy; losing our land and having to soon relocate.

However, that's not to say it's been all bad. In fact, the recent rummaging through old items has uncovered a rare gem from my own personal past; a few test animations from back in my old college days.



"The Captain" is a series of tests for a character that was supposed to be for a Goonie-esque game that would have combined puzzles and arcade style gaming about a sunken, and haunted, pirate ship. The whole concept grew out of an intro assignment in which we were supposed to animate a bouncing ball with a face and hair to illustrate secondary action and stretch and squash. I proposed a skull and was told it wouldn't work and I'd fail.

I got an "A", and my assignment was used as an example for another two years after.

Unfortunately the final piece, a complete walk in and assembly of the character, is now lost to time. All I have is this old set of pencil tests from twenty years ago; ripped from an old VHS tape.


"Robo-Stupid" was an attempt and a complex and layered animated short; the first in a series of short-shorts featuring a dog and cat doing battle in the vein of Foghorn Leghorn and Barnyard Dog, Tom and Jerry, and Wild E. Coyote and the Roadrunner. Precious the cat is our antagonist who seeks to end Rex, our hero, by any means possible and necessary. Here his battle mech cat was to be thwarted by an exploding remote control mouse.

Unlike The Captain, up there, this is as far as I ever got with this. However, both did land me A's in their respective classes. I don't know; hoping these might be enough to help land me a job in animation...

Friday, August 29, 2014

From The Conductor's Office: An Apology and a Promise...

I'm having to come to terms with the fact that my world... my culture... the geek culture... is built on white male privilege, rage and dismissal of others for... well... reasons?

It's horrific that we have become the very thing that I had assumed we were all in against; the marginalization of those not us - to the extent of death threats and the ruining of others whose only crime may have been timing, poor marketing choices, or a single bad decision.  

It is my desperate hope I have not been complacent in any of this. As a nerd and a geek I know what it is to grow up marginalized for being perceived as different; to the extent of bodily harm - though no where in the same realm as the monsters of today perpetrate in the name of geeks.

No, I had it easy compared to today.

But no amount of my "white knighting"- as I will no doubt be called out as -  no amount of my best hopes and intentions cannot insulate me from the actions of my peers and my fellow geeks and nerds. In both my attempt to hold aloft my ideals of who a geek or nerd is, and my outright denial, in some cases, of the situations over the past year has made me as guilty as those who would make threats - idol or not, harass, and demean those they deem as "not us" - because of gender, orientation, or culture. I have only to ask for the forgiveness of those who have suffered at the words and deeds of my fellow geek, and my steadfast promise that I will always work to make sure my ground is moral and high, my footing true.

I am currently combing through the Neverland Transit Authority catalog of projects to make sure that all my characters are portrayed the best they can be - hero or villain. The mechanics of storytelling, regardless of tradition, must be able to grow with the times and the understanding and acceptance of modern thinking. As in all things, just because that was how we used to do it doesn't mean we should keep doing it that way.

For me personally it has come down to this; we, the geeks, who spent our young and impressionable lives being victimized and demoralized for being different, for being a "fringe minority", are not obligated by our past to work for the fair acceptance and recognition of those "not us" - women, LGBT, different cultures, and different colors, but are morally commanded by the very nature of who we are, and were, to fight for it. Gaming, comics, scifi, and fantasy are now socially accepted norms in Western Society. We have power, now. And as we've been reminded by our own past; "with power comes responsibility. And with great power comes greater responsibility."

Our power has corrupted us. We have failed in our duty to our fellow geek. Indeed, we have failed to the world. We are not heroes. We are monsters; our nerd rage our teeth as we nash and wail out to protect something we do not own - something that belongs to all those who want it. And we should know better than to deny it to them. We sought acceptance in our youth of our way.  Now we turn against those that are now us like those that stood against us when we were young, new, and naive.

Neverland Transit Authority... no, I, Charles Irons.... stands for all that is good and right in Geek culture. In the mythos of my culture great leaders have risen to defend the weak, protect the innocent, and champion the rights of those who have none to stand for them. And in our real world many do the same, now, at great peril to their professional, and personal lives. I may have no right to stand with them, but I still stand in support of them.

And I will never be wrong, again.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

When worlds collide...

I don't usually make it a habit to watch porn, or Family Guy.
However, for this, I could make an exception...

I'm good, though, that Stewie and Brian are oddly absent.

Friday, February 24, 2012

"Okay, one more for the family album... and look over here, please..."


The crew of the No.7 by Charlie Irons

One of the funny things I think of, as I get better and better at doing this, has been how backwards some of my skill sets have been; whether in building, or rebuilding.

What do I mean? Well, for example, when young children, novice cartoonists, and such, start out, you tend to get a lot of faces in either profile, or straight on. Considered the more dynamic, and difficult, three quarter turned face is generally something that develops with time and experience; as our ability to render, and visually tell stories grow.

Me, on the other hand? Yeah, not so much. Rarely is there ever a profile, or straight on, anything; let alone a face. It just doesn't seem so natural, even though we encounter these things in real life, all the time. Maybe it's how the page flattens things so much, I don't know.

At any rate, Kali, our lone brave character, has chosen the challenge of looking right at the audience. And while her face is, more or less, in proportion, her decision on poses ended up created all kinds of issues for me. Could be the limits of a cartoon style, or the limits of the cartoonist.

I imagine, as I get more comfortable, we'll start to see all kinds of different panel and page compositions, in the future. For now, though, enjoy this little group photo...

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Tis the Season!


We've been swamped here, at Gand Central Station; so there haven't been any posts for a bit. Sorry about that. However, this has got to be the best seasonal decorating I have ever seen. Ever.

I think I know how we're decorating the station next xmas...

Monday, September 26, 2011

Beware the wizard! Beware his powers!

Have we finally created the new Looney Tunes classic?
Has the old guard finally fallen?

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Cinema gold...?!

Every now and again a movie title pops up that, somehow, escaped me back in my youthful prime. Something so classic, artistic, and thoughtful, that I often thing; "How did I miss this?"

Evil Toons is NOT one of those movies...
(Probably Not Safe for Work.)

Monday, September 19, 2011

The years have been too kind!


The Conductor of Neverland Transit Authority
would like to extend a big birthday greeting
 to the first lady of animation, June Foray,
and to the cultural icon :-).

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Monday, July 4, 2011

Pony Polka





There seems to be a recent explosion of run away memes, lately, on Youtube. Right now the biggest cascade of these is the My Little Pony AMV; also known as the "PMV", in some cases.

Now, I'm no Brony; let me put that to rest. In fact, I'm pretty sure that, if I were to actually watch this new version, it'd ruin these PMVs for me. But, I also love a good laugh. So... yeah...

Monday, June 13, 2011

30 Day Song Challenge: Day 24 - a song you want played at your funeral...

Life, and all that it holds, is a journey. A journey to a single point. A journey to a single point that is, also, it's one great mystery.

Its end.

From mystics to skeptics, holy men to scientists, everyone has their own opinion about the final moment of one's life; passing into the great shroud on the unknown. Is death the doorway into another existence? Or, as some believe, the inevitable final act; the abrupt, and unfathomable end from which there is nothing more?

I have, myself, always looked to the skies and thought not of mythical kingdoms hovering beyond clouds, but to the infinite realm of the possible. The deep, endless blue of my mid day sky a curtain across the stage to the great beyond. In my quest to understand, I have found a sort of spiritualism within the planets, stars, the sky, the clouds, and all that surrounds us. I hope, on my eventual day, that I can meet my end, eyes open, looking into the promises of an endless blue sky. And, as my goodbye, this is what I'd like to leave my friends and family with:


When the toy company Bandai approached animation studio Sunrise to produce a cartoon around some spaceships, neither were expecting the critical acclaim that Cowboy Bebop would find, world wide. Set in 2071, in an interplanetary solar system, the "sessions" follow the lives, triumphs, and (mostly) tragedies of a group of bounty hunters, known as "cowboys", as they hunt for the big bounty; their lives coming crashing together toward a climactic crescendo.

The music for what would be considered one of the greatest works of science fiction would be scribed by Japanese musician Yoko Kanno, who would join forces with the ensemble crew known as The Seatbelts to create a menagerie of Asian, Blue Grass, Jazz, and early Rock. The complete soundtrack collection, including the box set, is one of my most cherished peices in my musical collection, and a must buy for anyone who would even consider themself a music lover.

I don't know what lies beyond the last hurrah, but I will always contiue to live, love, and learn. Maybe, one day, we'll all meet again, in that big blue somewhere. I'll see you then, Cowboy, somewhere...

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Six feet tall and five feet thick!

The song? Bras on 45 by Ivor Biggun and The D cups.
The cartoons...? DAMNIT JAPAN!!!
(Possibly NSFW)

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Pony Up!


It's time to blow this party out!









Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Bewbs

Don't think for a second I don't know why most of you really like anime...
(WARNING: Probably NOT SAFE FOR WORK.)


Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Gotta catch it all!


This is why I will never miss a Comic-Con again... ever!