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Sunday, April 27th, 2008

Bright Idea?

Welcome to Sledd Webb v. 4.0, the latest (and I mean that in more ways than one) incarnation of the online presence of Sledd Studios, your one-stop-shop for retro-futuristic and high-tech digital illustration.

This new site was designed with one thing in mind—simplicity. If you are here, it is most-likely because you either want to see my artwork and/or need to contact me. Well no more looking around for either, my friend. If what you need isn’t right here in front of you from the get-go, it is but a click or two away. Oh yeah and did I mention that you get bigger artwork this time around? ’tis true!

So poke around, have fun and drop me a line if you have a question or find something interesting (or in error, this is basically a brand new site, after all—problems are bound to arise).

Toodles.

Sledd Studios Relocates

Monday, October 30th, 2006

As of October 30, 2006, Sledd Studios is now located in Woodbridge, VA.
The new mailing address is:

12102 Stoneford Drive
Woodbridge, VA 22192-1436

The new phone numbers are:

703.349.1336 Phone
703.349.1346 Fax

Farewell, old friend

Friday, February 13th, 2004

Mike RIP
Mike the microwave 1980-something – 2004

On February 13, 2004, Sledd Studios said “goodbye” to longtime foodwarmer and friend, Mike, the Sledd Studios microwave oven. “Although it was a big surprise at the time,” says Mike’s best friend and employer, John Sledd, “he really was getting up there in age. We should have seen it coming.”

Mike was a microwave of the old school. Sporting a dial instead of a keypad, he responded with a single, lively, bell-spawned “DING” at the end of his cooking cycle, instead of the more obnoxious and repetitive “beep beep beep”s of his more contemporary colleagues.

“Mike simply stopped working one day while defrosting a group of Cod fillets” says Sledd. “One minute he was there, humming along as usual and then there was just silence. It was so eerie how there was still time left on his dial but nothing was happening.”

“Mike will be missed” said Sledd. “I will never be able to look at another bag of popcorn the same way.”

Goodbye, Mike. We love you, man.