Cross-pollination: Knoxvillain~Hellanta

This weekend was extremely promising for my minions and I. We scared up several location possibilities for the subterranean blimp hangar, press ganged some dozen new volunteers, and sprinkled mind-altering parachute-deployed pamphleteers throughout the metro Atlanta area in the guise of crushed velvet street preachers.

We also created several new prints to subject the cowed citizens to, with the added benefit of coloring the frames, which improved auxon-bending potential by an impressive 76%. This may offset the overspray and overdrips caused by excessive atmospheric humidity during the paint application process. If I can nurse my knife hand through these next few months, a public show might be a possibility.

Additionally, forays into Knoxville's volcanic underbelly have turned up a race of soot-stained men who FEAST ON WELDING SPATTER. I met their god/chief and he might let me stencil his wrecked nissan.

Dead flies tell no lies

Tribute to Belka and Strelka

Belka and Strelka were two of the dogs used in the soviet space programme, which paved the way for manned flights. They were blasted into space on Sputnik 5 on August 19, 1960 (following shortly the fatal flight of Laika on November 3, 1957). They survived (go soviet union!) and Strelka actually had a bunch of puppies, so she's still around somewhere today.

This is my really small tribute to small, innocent animals being locked into huge rockets and chucked into space.

Go science! Do a thing!