Monthly Archives: July 2011
As most of us know the Christmas song,’Santa Claus is coming to town’ and part of the lyrics is –
He sees you when you’re sleeping.
He knows when you’re awake.
He knows if you’ve been bad or good.
So be good for goodness sake.
FOR GODNESS SAKE! haha. The point I am trying to get across is that Father Christmas would make the perfect Superhero! According to these ‘well known facts’, firstly –
1# He can see you when you’re sleeping and knows when you’re awake.
It’s the perfect ‘power’. If he always knows when people are asleep, he could quite easily ‘capture’ or ‘kill’ you without any effort at all! Everyone has to sleep some time, even Superman sleeps, so you’re present could be some ‘kryptonite’ to his face and POW! he’s all sorts of dead.
Father Christmas 1 – Superman 0
In my few years at college I created some characters and story lines that I eventually animated into a short clip. It may have taken ages to make the 30 second clip, but I was worth the while. Lately I’ve noticed the lack of Designing that I have been doing since I graduated with a BA Hons in Graphic Design. It could be down to how much the course was so far up its own arse that it made me hate it, or how busy I’ve been with other things.
So the other day, I sit down and start surfing the web, as you do. I find a page that some small business is looking for graphic designers to create a simple logo for their company. The price they are offering is $50. Which is nothing to a designer. Not only do you have to come up with the idea but you also have to design it as well….all for $50. What a joke. So me being me, decides to create the most basic logo for the company as a joke and send it off.
So the company name is ‘Sweet Revenge’ and they are a bakery. Oh so funny! I get it!…lame. Ideas start to flow through my brain relating the word sweet to an object and revenge. At first I thought of a vampire sucking the throat of a piñata but for a bakery seems a bit over the top. So I simplified it down to this-
I’ve decided against posting this idea to the company. I think they could become our friends and have a good life ahead of them within my muddled up brain that they hop around in. When I get the time, I’ll show off my Flash skills and create these good looking fellows into an animation. They might need a bit more work on them, like shading but I like to keep it simple, otherwise it just makes things more annoying.
On one glorious day, a boy named Andrew Rodgers was wearing a giant bingo ball costume, being carried triumphantly around the Branded3 garden on the shoulders of the team. All of a sudden, bingo balls and bucket loads of cash start to fall from the sky. Everyone is happy. Rabbits hop excitedly around their feet.
Then upon the summit of a nearby hill, hundreds of thousands of bingo balls are launched down the hill wreaking havoc on local residents. We run and roll for cover…
The local residents spot Rodgers rolling away down the valley, just a large purple orb with skinny white arms and legs flailing in the wind as he struggles to pick up speed. They assume he is the bringer of their fateful bingo-ball destruction and vow to slay him. Within minutes, his body is riddled with gunshots, and someone throws a trident. After the bloodshed, Fiona, Steve and Auty carry his deflated bingo ball body to the river and float him away in a bulrush basket. Ben Jones makes a reading from the Bingoport Terms & Conditions by way of tribute to a life well lived.
Without a solitary thought about what I had put myself into, I agreed to do the ‘Yorkshire Three Peaks Challenge‘. Even within the time from accepting it to actually doing it, I never researched or prepared for it (except for a few gym sessions, which I attend every week anyway).
Me and the majority of Branded 3 had high hopes in completing this challenge. The aim for this event was to raise money for ‘Heart Research UK’. As a company our target was £2,000 and this would be a challenge on its own.
3.30am and my alarm screams for me to wake up. It’s Saturday 16 June and today is judgement day. Bit dramatic, but you’ll understand as the day went on. I’ve never been a morning person and probably never will be. I eat two scones with butter, which I never usually have for breakfast, just that the previous night had some urge to buy them.
After eventually gathering some sort of energy I have at 4.20am I get in my car with all my hiking gear and set off to pick up Fiona. As previously arranged, we had all agreed on meeting at 6.00am at the starting line, so I made sure we left at least an hour and a half before hand. As I managed to somehow forget the map and directions to the place, luckily enough I had Google Maps on my phone and we got there with no problems at all.