
Friday at SuperBowl Village in downtown Indianapolis, we stumbled across the location ESPN was broadcasting from. Mike and Mike were on, so I called my oldest son (who listens to them every day) and told him we were there watching them live. He looked at his tv and began laughing uproariously telling me, “you’re in the camera shot right now!”


Whenever I see Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer on television, I usually dial in for a little of it. I like how Yukon Cornelius makes a friend out of Bumbles, the lovable, bouncing, abominable snowman. You can imagine how excited I was the other night as I wandered around Skyrim and ran into a lovable abominable snowman there. Unfortunately, it was not a lovable abominable snowman, it was a Skyrim Ice Troll which promptly killed poor Magnus StormWeasel yet again. Magnus StormWeasel… good hearted… dumb as a rock.
Happy New Year Everyone! Here is my sketchbook from the past year.

My Skyrim character, Magnus StormWeasel, couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn with a bow and arrow if his life depended on it, so last night he decided to do a little target practice on a mammoth. This seemed like a pretty good idea because a mammoth is, after all, a mighty large target. Unfortunately, this particular mammoth seemed to have absolutely no sense of humor about this sort of thing and promptly ran over poor Magnus as he struggled to load his second arrow… dead again…

I am a brand new, level one Skyrim Nerd, and this is my level one Skyrim Nord, Magnus StormWeasel. Unfortunately for Magnus, I am not a “gamer” so as a result, he is a bit of a dolt and does mostly really stupid things like unexpectedly jumping out a tower window five minutes into the game and killing himself much to my surprise… and his too, I suspect…

I’m trying something a little different with the guys from Prolifik, motion graphics. I hope you enjoy the little Christmas tune below.

In last nights hockey game I was chasing down the puck and lightly brushed up against a nice fellow from the other team in the process. He went sprawling to the ice, I got a penalty. Now I don’t claim to be a hockey genius, (I don’t even claim to know very many of the rules) but I have no idea what penalty I committed to send me to the penalty box. The best I can figure out is I was given a four minute major for being a big ole meanie…

Folks keep remaking The Three Musketeers movie and they all seem to be pretty good, (no doubt because it’s a pretty good story), but I think my favorite is the 1973-74 version. It has a certain Marx Brothers quality to it that I really like. Porthos is particularly fun to watch as he sword fights in those big baggy pants of his.