Saturday, August 25, 2012

"Vacation"

So I knew this whole 365 thing was going to overlap with a vacation at some point.  Yes, I know it appeared progress had stopped on A-Robot-A-Day--but I did, in fact, carry on.  Ah, yes, I carried on.

Because our trip included driving to San Antonio with four young boys and because I knew my energy might possibly be on the lower side, I chose to bring Norman along and document his exploits as part of my project.

But before you scroll on in eager anticipation, I want to formally apologize to those of you who were sitting on the edge of your seat, forced to experience the bitter sting of disappointment when your hourly checks for a blog update resulted in nothing.  

And, now, I leave you to enjoy Norman's adventures.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Day 37 - Fun with Sharpies

My Moleskine notebook I've been using for lists, etc. had a slight disfigurement in the upper left hand corner.  I took a white square and drew robot-ish things with a Sharpie.  That's right--not a pencil or some other wussy erasable instrument, a black permanent Sharpie.  Boo-yah.


I'm gonna be the envy of all those other list-maker-types.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Day 36 - Brought to You by the Letter R





P.S.  Thanks for helping cut R's out of magazines. You know who you are.
P.P.S.  And thank you for not cutting Gray's hair, Den.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Day 35 - Rusty Enjoys the Great Outdoors

Though some may not think Rusty's the type to run away, you can never be too careful.



I mean, look at the glint in those eyes.  Who knows what would happen if a neighborhood cat ran by?  


[Collar provided by Daisy's Diva Designs, the best collar maker in the universe.]

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Day 33 - I See a Robot!

Gray and I made inkblots.  Some turned out really soggy and a fair amount of paint now calls the table home, but we had a fun.

Big Strong Robot with Red Wings

Little Robot Guy and a Cute, Robot Owl?

Graysen's Robot Head

  

Friday, August 17, 2012

Day 31 - Quite the Party

Sometime after ten, the party kicked itself up a notch.  Though he could offer no reasonable explanation later, Norman found himself swinging from the chandelier.