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| Must be from Kansas, huh? Small part of a larger project. |
Gal and a titmouse. Or something. |
Poster for our department's end-o'-year hoedown. Please note that the pompilid has a tiny spider in his cocktail. |
Drawing dumb little pictures of insects: someday, somewhere, this will surely get me tenure. |
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| Many injuries are sustained each year at the Tiger Beetle Rodeo, no doubt. |
Ask me about staphylinoid beetles. Ask me about parameterizing a likelihood model. Just don't ask for my zip code. |
Art from a birthday card for one of my schoolyard chums. See, this is why I would never make it as a Hallmark artist. |
Lady, that's one ugly coat ya got there. |
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| It's a person building things, and that's all I have to say about that. |
From Bob Dylan's latest Oakland concert. Bob is a less than 100% "spring chicken". Also, he walks around with Mr.-Burns-like forelimbs. |
From a seminar on signaling/reception/etc. |
That hideous mustard yellow used to be a gorgeous and sparkling green. Cheapo scanner, I blame YOU. |
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| Some heads, floating in space. |
Old characters from an old comic strip, which enjoyed a one-year run in the paper here. That is too much crosshatching to go to waste, I tell you what. |
Li'l bit of fan-art for C. "Spike" Trotman-- Ben rides a boreid thru downtown Chicago. Why not? |
"Faculty wrangling," from a pamphlet on orals/quals distributed amongst grad students here. That is distinctly not my advisor. |
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| Doodles from biomechanics seminar. (This gal's talk). I think that everybody should probably have an octopus hairpiece, just in case. |
Bunch o' Random Folk |
Bunch o' Random Folk II |
Bunch o' Random Folk III (note: most of the figures displayed are unrooted in any sort of reality) |
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| A snakefly walks into a bar and orders a beer. The bartender says "No." The snakefly says, "Just because you're a morphological and molecular long-branch conundrum doesn't mean you can boss me around, buddy." |
What, were you expecting an actual joke? Further raphidiopteran nonsense. |
Frances, everyone's favorite obese kitty. No foolin', she has definite weight issues. |
Cover of this year's Mothers' Day card. Man, I don't know what I'll do when I run out of Bob Dylan songs with the word "mama" in them. |
