Hitmen

GUEST ARTIST: James "Morty" Mortensen

Morty is a storyboard artist in the LA animation industry.

The Snacking Equivalent of Buttered Styrofoam

GUEST ARTIST: James Lien

James is an illustration major at California State University, Fullerton.

Things That Grow in Your Fridge

GUEST ARTIST: Breann Johnson

Breann is currently an illustration student.

Thanks, Breann, for breaking the posting drought!

Overly-Complicated Nail Art

GUEST ARTIST: Arlyne Ramirez

Arlyne is a designer in the Los Angeles animation industry who also contributes content to iSCREAMgarbage.

A minor announcement from Ryan:
I've decided to take a break from posting daily. This doesn't mean I'm going to stop completely, but my posts will be more sporadic now. You can follow on the CiBE Facebook page. I'll still be posting your submissions, so check out the guidelines here if you think of something that could use bunny ears. Thanks for understanding!

Grocery Shopping

Clippers Fans

CG Sky Domes

GUEST ARTIST: Akiko Crawford

Akiko recently finished working on the latest Tinker Bell production and is currently a painter on the DisneyToon Studios feature, "Planes."

While on Tinker Bell, Akiko spent countless hours painting sky domes, which are like matt paintings, but curved to encompass the whole sky, far mountains, or anything else that might be in the distance in a CG movie. The appreciation/effort ratio of sky domes is extremly small, as most of the audience's attention is focused on the characters or foreground sets. Next time you watch a CG movie, take the time to stare past the characters, past the houses, past the trees, and appreciate the work of a sky dome painter.

Neighborhood Militia

Yesterday, I was awakened from a nap by a harsh "TING TING-TING TI-TING" kind of noise. I followed the sound to the bathroom, peeked out the window, and saw a person in full camoflage, goggles, and a rifle pressed against the vacant house adjacent to ours. I slid to the front door, flipped the locks, and peered outside. Hiding in the bushes was another soldier, rifle cocked.

"Holy sh*t! Burbank is at war!" was my first thought, but the notion evaporated as soon as the soldier stood up. He had the stature of a teenager and his rifle had a bright orange tip.

Then another round of "TING TING-TING TI-TING" spattered against our house.

Rarely do I have to act like an adult, but the role naturally surged through me. I clenched my fists, puffed out my chest, grew my beard a half-inch longer, and ran outside, yelling, "Dagnabbit! You crazy kids know you can't shoot guns in the neighborhood!!" The boys stopped firing, simultaneously said, "You're old," and disappeared around the corner of the house.

I shouted after them, "Get back here you little brats!! I have some bunny ears to put on you!"

What kind of a parent lets his/her kids shoot automatic Airsoft guns in a residential neighborhood?? Maybe I am getting old.

Silence

Happy 122nd Birthday, Charlie! (Chaplin's birthday is actually tomorrow, April 16th, but I don't post on Saturdays, soooo...)

Faking Awake