Mike Mitchell is one of those artists whose portfolio offers up such a plethora of eclectic awesomeness that I risk simply posting every image. Do I post the scene from an alien cocktail party, the serving trays replete with skewered human hors d’œuvre? Perhaps Nintendo icon Mario, here short and squat, astride his faithful steed Yoshi, depicted as a sneaker clad Tyrannosaur? No, I think it is best to go with a visual record of the timeless struggle between luchador and cephalopod, and the ominous moment of ice cream epiphany.
Oh yeah, he also sells prints and t-shirts via etsy. My wallet weeps.
Centuries from now, when the civilizations of man have long since crumbled to dust and our planet, a crater-pocked, blasted heath, stands as a warning to fledgling civilizations, a team of alien scientists will unearth this work of Brandon Bird, recognizing it as one of the truly great masterpieces produced during the time of man.
The annual Barett-Jackson auction in Scottsdale, Ariz. is usually a place where car collectors and enthusiasts gather to admire scores of vintage Jaguars, Mercedes, Cadillacs, and other fine specimens of automobiles made in years past. And while those types of cars will still be there when the event rolls around again in January, there will be one rather disturbing lot that’s bound to steal the show: A 40-foot-high, 31-ton mechanical dinosaur which throws 20-foot flames from its nostrils.
I need to start scrounging up all the change in my house and cashing in those old War Bonds my Grandpappy left me so I can make a serious bid on this thing. Rush hour in Pittsburgh will be officially requested to kiss my gigantic metal ass when I come bashing down the street in my brandnew Robosaurus.
As Dr. Cockamura — a young paleontologist haunted by the brontosaur specter of his departed street racer brother — soon learns thanks to some Egyptian dino drawings, dinosaurs didn’t go extinct: they just drift raced into another dimension. This is far better than it has any right being.
In sheer defiance of the World Wide Web Consortium's will, Ectomo was designed using a non-web-standard font. Luckily, it is included in the excellent font pack released by the H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society, which can be freely downloaded in Mac and PC formats here. Ectomo should still look fine without it, though.
