12 December 2010

red-eyed demon bunny. one piece of paper. i dont know why they made his eyes red.

Goe, making stuff

04 August 2010

the giraffe resumed.

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shoulders are a bit tricky to put together, made more complex by the need for the chest piece (tiny thing filling the armpit area).

31 July 2010

and done

without face, you can see the neck flange inside the head, notice that the face itself is heart shaped.

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and tada!
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and back to the giraffe...

More bear

left leg, with crumpled flange...

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and body with leg attached and flange uncrumpled.

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the flange permits the leg to rotate, like a ball-n-socket joint, making the bear posable. superglue on the flange (done carefully so as not to glue the leg in place) makes the paper stiffer and less likely to re-crumpled so it doesn't become unattached in the future.
The torso, with neck flange at top. limbs go on with a flange also, so to unfold the flanges inside the body (so they can hold the limbs on), it has to be assembled from the legs up. This bear comes with a wedding dress that i won't be making.

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the face goes on last. a flange is attached to the top of the body, and crumpled up, inserted through the hole at the base of the head, then unfolded. to unfold it, you reach it through the hole where the face goes, then put the face on to complete the bear.

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30 July 2010

and now for something different

stopped work on giraffe to make pink bear for expectant coworker.

29 July 2010

Starting a new giraffe

forgot how to make the face, so i looked it up and realized it was actually rather obvious. i hate it when i miss something that seems obvious.

30 January 2010

everything comes to an end.

Time ended. Just a few hours ago, I think. I'd just gotten out of work and was waiting at the bus stop with a few co-workers and some others when I heard a loud banging noise. Some of the women screamed a bit, although I'm not sure if it was from pain or fright. I, myself, had a sudden pain on my wrist, as though a match had been held to it. I grabbed and rubbed at the pain while observing those around me do the same, knocking the remnants of our watches to the ground.

The passengers on the bus we were waiting for arrived while we were still trying to comprehend what had happened. They came floating up, standing and sitting on nothing and then, as startled by this as we were, they fell to the ground. Backpacks, purses, and bodies formed a heap in the lane which did almost nothing to stop the bus when it finally arrived and neatly parked atop them. The doors promptly opened revealing the driver, the upper part of his body projecting out of the dashboard. He turned and mouthed something, maybe words of fright or a last guttural gasp before he died. I couldn't hear him over the screaming of the crushed, the noise of the engine, and the mayhem that was ensuing all around us.

We waited in the bus shelter for help, not unable to pull others to safety, but unwilling to risk being struck by the vehicles and debris that seemed to come in no pattern and without visible cause. We put out several small fires in pockets and purses caused by burning cellphones, but mostly we just waited. Help should have come already, it's far past time.

Goe, would like to be a better writer.