I hope you enjoyed yesterday’s massive timesuck of a robot that I will continue to laud for days. Today is something far less elaborate, but in a similar vein. Maybe it will be arms and hands week for awhile here, but probably not. Probably I am just feeling handy lately (hold for laughter). In other news, allegedly the time period for that blog contest…thing we were involved with...
Before you read any further be aware that you need to click on the image to see it full size, because it’s pointless to look at it in its reduced state. Anyway. This. Took. So. Much. Time. And I’m still not sure it’s finished. I’m also not sure what the best way to present it is - right now there are two versions - the one you see above, and this one, which is just the...
241.0 (Preview of Coming Attractions)
Listen: I was busy today. I spent the day making some extremely fantastic chocolate chip cookies (I would show you a picture, but guess what, I’m not gonna photograph food I consume unless it’s a fantastic novelty), and also making a banner image for this blog (it is a location of jokes that you might enjoy). Finally, it was closing night of IFFBoston, so I had to drag myself all the...
240 (LOSTBOTS, Vol 10 - RERUN Edition)
Did you know that LOST is a rerun tonight? There’s an article about it here, though I’m loathe to link to TVSquad. I’m moderately bugged by it, but I understand the mechanics of television well enough to comprehend it, even if I don’t agree with it. I thought, though, that since there won’t be a new episode airing I might take a few liberties with...
For those of you bopping in from the LA Times piece, welcome to the Daily Robot, where things are brutal, merciless, and often updated. I’m Mo and I don’t talk much about me. Mostly I just write stories to go with the excellent art of Mr. Miles Donovan, the man behind the Lost-Bots that got you here in the first place. I’m just saying hello because I rarely get a chance to be...
2nd Apology and Some News from the West Coast.
Hey, remember when I promised there would be a new robot on Monday? Turned out that didn’t happen. Imagine my surprise, then, when I checked on the hit-stats for the day and found that basically a ton of people came to look at The Daily Robot. It turns out that the LA Times linked to us at the absolute least opportune time (a 3-day film festival-inspired hiatus, and a front page of not...
Sorry to do a bad job of robots
But I told you this would happen. I am currently 4 days and 11 movies deep into the Independent Film Festival of Boston, and today is another day of sitting and watching. I will be back tomorrow.
239 (F.E.T.A.L. Position)
You don’t need to have once been a fetus to adopt the Feeling that Everything’s Terrible, Awful, and Lousy (F.E.T.A.L.) position - you just need a flat surface and a spare 2-6 hours to spend lying on it. p.s. I’d continue to appreciate it if you jumped over to this website (that seems to perpetually redesign itself in frustrating and senseless ways) to vote for The Daily Robot....
238 (What Came in the Mail, After All?)
Previously: The Letter: First, read it Here. Finally, there was one more thing: So now you know what came in the mail. This may or may not be the end
237 (LOSTbots, Vol. 9)
It must be Tuesday. Also, for awhile, before I did some of the face details, It looked like I was making a Kato Kaelin bot. Is it weird for someone who was 7 during the Simpson Trial to remember who Kato Kaelin is? Weigh in if you feel inclined.
236 (Old Stock Bait and Switch)
You will likely notice a few things about today’s robot immediately: 1) it is not the same image from Saturday that I promised to color and finish, and 2) it is not the (now entirely overdue and useless) conclusion to that other thing from last week. It is, instead, a re-colorization of a 5-year-old drawing of the same robot from Saturday with a silly background thrown in for good measure....
235 (In Honor of Record Store Day - unfinished)
Today is Record Store Day, and while usually I wouldn’t care, this year’s RSD features two limited releases from two people I enjoy (NOTE: I had no idea this picture existed when I typed the sentence that links to it - I did the google image search afterwards). Because I have the unfortunate diagnosis of Collectoritis, it seems to me, rational or not, extremely important that I...
234 (vs. the door)
If you were hoping for the exciting conclusion to yesterday’s “Getting the Mail,” all I can do is prescribe patience. I was at work for a lot of today, asleep for a portion of it, and on the phone for the rest, so all I’ve got to offer is a strange little sketch of what appears to be maybe a cereal bowl with legs and (for some reason?) gnarled teeth trying to escape...
233 (Getting the Mail, pt. 1)
This is the first in a short series.
Ehh, let’s be honest - this is just alright, if it’s even that. Everyone’s allowed a few off-days though, right? I mean, it’s not like this is my job. Listen, I have to go make dinner now. Don’t forget about that thing you can do to help us out.
231 (Wave Goodbye)
I hope you waved yesterday… p.s. if you could continue to vote for us on that blog interview nonsense I did a couple weeks ago I’d appreciate it.
230 (Waving Hello)
You should wave back, that is the polite thing to do.
228 & 229 (Piperoids UNLTD)
Same story as yesterday - only these two are even cooler than previous ones. Tomorrow I will make something original - promise.
227 (More Piperoids)
Somebody was paying attention when I talked about much I love these things. That somebody was - of course - my mom, who sent a couple in the mail the other day. Here is one of them. Thanks mom.
226 (Salvalged Wreckage)
I know you probably don’t care about the ins and outs of any given robot’s conception and execution, which is why I almost never bore you with the details of how something was sketched on 84.3% acid-free semibristol with 2H lead before being inked with Waterman black ink in a Faber Castell E-Motion(tm) Fountain pen with a Medium nib (the second half of this sentence is frequently the...
225 (A Helpful Robot for a Desk)
Personally I’m all set on the pen/pencil organization front, but if you need a pen/pencil holder, or if your desk lacks something awesome to sit on it, this guy is for sale.
224 (LOSTbots, Vol. 8)
Guess who’s back, brother.
New Season, New Posters
For those so inclined, be aware that 2 new posters are now for sale over at the Etsy page I call the shop. One is of Robot 195, and the other is a one-copy-ever-made print of Robot 181 (links point to shop listings). Also, each one ships with a surprise. Maybe, now that the sun is out, it’s time to put a robot on your wall.
A final panel for the tiny comic that you can find directly below this entry. I guess I forgot to do an Easter Robot yesterday. Oh well, maybe next year there will be robot-eggs. Probably not though. ________________ by Mo Martin Pt. 2 As it left atmosphere, it finally decoded the majority content of its programming, the massive stores of human knowledge. The words were bitter, the pictures...
222 ("A Tiny Comic: "One Way Trip")
If anyone asks, I only do comics that incorporate the space program somehow. Also, my favorite thing about this comic is a detail you can’t even see unless you magnify part of it a to an enormous degree. Mo’s favorite detail is something else. _______________ by Mo Martin Pt. 1 It attained sentience roughly as blast off began. It searched its knowledge base for what it was feeling....
This started as a boring pencil sketch, and turned into a less-boring ink sketch and another entry in the robots that are mostly empty space genre.
Brief Interviews with a Hideous Man
So, I did an “interview” (I answered a laundry list of questions) for this website, which may or may not exist solely to generate ad revenue for someone who had a pretty good idea. Whether it’s legit or not, it’s certainly not the New Yorker McSweeney Revue (not a real publication…yet). You can give it (the interview) a thumbs up (the interview with the most of...
220 (Hurried Repeats)
Just sort of winging it with some ink tonight. I was going to do an April fool’s joke, but I didn’t wake up until noon, and that’s generally thought of as the deadline for those sorts of shenanigans. Oh well, next year. Or tomorrow. _______________ by Mo Martin The powerful magnets tore at her body, slowly wrenching off her appendages. Somehow, against the powerful pull, she...