Blockhead, and his quest for diluvian bliss

Blockhead Takes a Dip from Neil Graf on Vimeo. 
I'm using Flash these days to animate, and it feels good! I got an idea here for something like a video game level, a character going from point a to point b. Aside from the first animated post, this is also my first time using Vimeo. Its a good site/service and I recommend it highly.

Lighthouse

Its a lighthouse! With cannons!

That could be useful, right?

This actually is related to something I'm working on, so its not a complete non-sequitor.

Website and Blog Updates!

Good news! I've completely overhauled my website. I learned some CSS and Javascript in the process. They were a little time-consuming to pick up, but over all, much less difficult than I expected!
To match the website, I've redone the colors on the blog. Hope nobody barfs. Neons rule, is all. Must be my early 90's teenhood. Memories of dayglo fannypacks and LA Style shoes are so vivid. Wrong as they may be, I can't shake em!

Here's an illustration from the new crop featured on my site. That's my pet chinchilla messing around down there. I had to tone down his antics a little. In reality, all you would see is motion blurs.

These Stairs..

These stairs, in the parking garage of the building in which I work...

It used to be that I would come in in the morning and they would smell like delicious chocolate chip cookies. There aren't any cookies near the stairwell, so who knows why it was they smelled that way. It made me happy, I left it at that. 

Nowadays they smell sorta like pee. Its not a public stairwell, so its unlikely that there is actually pee in there.  I'd rather not know where the smell is coming from. I just wish the cookies would return.

Two of my favorite things

Suckas break like Totoro and Ozone..

Guys in Vans

Apparently guys in vans are very friendly. Waving is all well and good, but don't get in unless you know them!

Fun with Pronuncitation

So I've been seeing this car around town, the Bentley Brabus. Every time I see it, I can't help but start saying "Brabus" every single way I can imagine it being pronounced. Usually I use a kind of a british, fireside chat, old man who's a little too close with his tea-puckered lips kind of a voice.
"My boy.. when I was your age.. Neither man nor beast dare lay eyes upon.. for fear of terrible cabbage-ridden torment.. THE BRA-BYOOS!" (as he wips his head toward you, eyes ablaze, spittle flying, teacup trembling..)