On With Their Heads & Geer’s Gear
Since the puppets’ heads are too large to pull shirts over, they had to be dressed before they could be capitated. Well, the time for capitation has come. Read more…
Since the puppets’ heads are too large to pull shirts over, they had to be dressed before they could be capitated. Well, the time for capitation has come. Read more…
As all things puppet plummet towards the finish line, we’re tackling all the little leftovers, from whittling and screen printing to stringing together rave bracelets and peacock pendants. Read more…
As Andy finishes up set design for our pilot episode, I’ve been arduously outfitting the puppet kids. Read more…
Animal Scouts is all about being prepared. Thing is, when you’re camping in the scraggly copses of half-woods that creep up through the rubbish of a poisoned city, it behooves one to be prepared for a wider and some-would-say ignobler set of contingencies. They’d be wrong, mind you, on account’a ‘ignobler’ ain’t no kinda English, but then again ‘Grammar’ ain’t no kinda Animal Scout badge. Read more…
It’s been a bi-polar week or two here at Frown Town HQ. Phauntleroy’s inaugural run made clear a fundamental design flaw undermining the entire ’stillborn fetus in a jar puppet’ operation. While steps are being taken to work around this failing, the rest of the puppets are finally coming together. Read more…
Striving as always to maintain peak physical condition, I spent this past weekend working on my biceps. Well, not mine so much as Doogan’s. Actually, if I’m being honest, Andy and I mostly just had a Twin Peaks marathon and got drunk in the yard. But at least I’ve got some massive foam monster arms to show for all that exertion. Read more…
Phauntleroy’s finally finished! Almost. Mostly. Not really. Never mind. Read more…
When last we saw our fetus friend he was a wee foam doll and not much more. It’s taken longer than expected — which is to be expected — but I’ve finally got the little guy kicking. Read more…
Having a whole shelf of children’s heads, whether they’re puppets or not, is a bit creepy. It’s about time the little urchins got bodies of their own. Read more…
At long last the puppet children’s heads — hopefully the most time consuming element of production — are finished. From snot drips and braces to sunglasses and coonskin caps, the kids are primed to party from the neck up. Take a gander. Go on. Read more…