You see, the Catalyst site’s been featured on quite a few design showcases recently (Most Inspired, Best Web Gallery, Smashing Magazine, etc.) and while it’s brought a huge increase in traffic, we haven’t been adding the content that all these new visitors deserve. I’m in the process of writing a tutorial, which I hope to have finished by the end of the week, and I’ve beaten David and Jonathan into agreeing to submit at least one article a month (I’ve said it now guys, don’t make me a liar), so things will get better.
But… that’s not the real reason I’m writing this. Hit the jump to find out more!
After being asked many times exactly how we come up with our characters, I took advantage of a presentation skills course at work to put together a potted introduction to the topic. So, I present to you in full color stretch-o-vision:
I looked at the date of the last post and realised it’s nearly a month since we last added anything of any substance to the site; the failing is entirely mine as I obviously haven’t whipped the other guys hard enough (or maybe too hard so that their arms fell off, or something) to actually do some work DAMN YOUR EYES!!!!! Jonathan getting Call Of Duty 4 hasn’t really helped as we now spend far too much time failing miserably at Team Deathmatch on XBox Live. Ho hum!
But seriously, we are working on some stuff and we will have something good to show you in a week or two (fingers crossed)… I won’t say too much, but I hope you’ll agree that it was worth waiting for when you eventually see it.
I’ll also try and post a couple of tutorials/process overviews in the coming weeks, and maybe a few character sketches – so keep checking back.
It’s been 10 years since Jonathan and I first collaborated on Faster Than Light, so in honour of Jonathan’s upcoming birthday I’ve gone back to the original crew and drawn them in the style I’d use today…
Many moons ago, when I was still in short trousers and Dangermouse was still on the TV, my Amiga 600 gave up the ghost an amazing TWO DAYS out of warranty (how did it know?! How did it know?!). In retrospect, I think only the disc drive had failed. But being too young to own a set of screwdrivers, or have the ¬£¬£¬£¬£HUGE amount of cash that a floppy drive cost in those days, I had to admit defeat. And probably cry, or something… in a manly way. One of my ‚Äúfriends‚Äù suggested that dropping it down the stairs might fix the problem. It didn‚Äôt.