Month: October 2014

The Evolution of a Giant

I was doodling and I came across a fun concept for a logo. It was for Tornado Tech Games, the brilliant game company that published Annals of Gentalia as their latest MMORPG.

Please feel free to share your ideas, this logo is in the evolving stage at the moment.

The first stage: I was sketching ideas on how to make this logo look like the Blizzard Enterprises logo, since Tornado Tech may be slightly based off their name. I stumbled upon the idea of diving the ‘N’ with a Tornado, and abandoned all other sketches.

Tornado Tech Logo

The ‘Games’ was bothering me, and all feedback this far pointed out that the Tornado was too modern looking (As Tornado Tech was founded in 1988 as a maker of quality arcade machine joysticks). I removed the distressed sections and went with full colour, to make it appear a child of the late eighties. The tornado was also a bit too ‘Doritoish’, so I tossed my double triangle in the bin and went in this direction.

Tornado Tech Logo

Anyone have other thoughts? I may just ditch the ‘Games’ completely.

Frying Pan

This week at Writer’s Group something magical happened with our three slams. They became a Grand Slam and turned into one complete story! All it took was a name change. (Take that Dennys)

For the first part of the story visit here:

Frying Pan

The sound of sizzling erupted as the fatty meat was dropped into the hot frying pan just seconds after a dollop of rich creamery butter. White portions melted away slowly as the satisfying sizzling continued. Two eggs were cracked open and added. Spectators with a weaker stomach might have retched away from the sight of the egg whites dancing in the thick layer of grease, but that was how she liked them done. Dripping with fat, thick with grease, and place on top of precisely layered tomato slices on her black and burnt toast.

Breakfast was her guilty pleasure, it always had been. She would eat like no one was watching. She would cook like the owner of a frat house and damn well like it. Today’s breakfast was special.

Today after breakfast she will have used up the last of that hitchhiker with the stained automotive service shirt, and burn marks on the side of his face, with the embroidered name on it that said Steve. Today, with Steve gone, she could go for a drive, maybe to the country this time to find someone less fatty. Leaner meat was healthier after all. It was not as good for cooking eggs at breakfast though. Guilty pleasures!

Roodg: Bacon!!!

Roodg: Bacon!!!


For part three of the story… I will need to hunt for another blog!


This week the writing slam was Gravel. We had about 12 minutes to think of whatever we could do with the word gravel. It was not the easiest word to work with, the slam had more revisions than any other slam so far. I still like the result.

The waitress gave the best half smile she could muster up at 3:17 in the morning. She was dressed in a stained yellow uniform with an apron that likely had been white at one point long past. Both had been marked with the stains of countless apple cobbler specials. Her nametag was faded and scratched. It simply said ‘erly’, the presumable ‘Bev’ having faded off long ago. erly was someone that had given up on all their dreams at least thirty years ago, judging by her hairstyle and makeup choices.

Barely able to keep her balance on the roller-skates thanks to the sticky surface of the diner and holding a half full pot of coffee. Far too slowly it sloshed in the pot, not keeping time with erly’s bad balance. It was thick with age and countless reheats.

She motioned towards his coffee cup and said with the voice of someone who had been around the block a few times while chain smoking a carton of cigarettes the entire ride. With a gravelly voice she spoke out.

“Can I top you off toots?”

He shook his head.

Fournimer: Trowing Stones

Fournimer: Trowing Stones

Fournimer: Throwing Stones