Saturday 9 August 2008

Torture the Dalek



"EX-TER-MIN-ARGHHHH!"

Thursday 7 August 2008

The Bear



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I'm pretty proud of this one because I spent AGES colouring it in.

Wednesday 6 August 2008

Whimsy Green (Cartoons, Comics and Randomness!)

Widget!

I bet you are wondering what this amazing gadget is. Well, it is the one, the only WHIMSY GREEN WIDGET.
Go on, play around with it.
I bet you want one don't you? Don't shake your head at me like that, I know you do.
Click the button that says, "Get Widget"a nd get one for yourself for your MySpcace, blog, Facebook, Bebo or anywhere where you can slip a bit of HTML, it brightens up your page, adds a bit of interest and it'll make me very very happy.

Thanks so very much!

Another Cartoon!


Tuesday 5 August 2008

The Hat (Part 6)

He's still trying, y'know.
I have this epic adventure compeltely finished, it has an ending and everything.
I know, you are on the edge of your computer chair waiting for the conclusion, aren't you?

Purple Sprouts and Prune Juice

I found one of those websites based on a game called "MadLib"
You have to give a list of words of a certain type (adjectives, nouns etc) and then it inserts them into a piece of text. I've had great fun trying some out, and these are the two which I think ended up the funniest - "based" on 'Twas the Night Before Christmas and Green Eggs and Ham (The latter is no more wierd than the original)

'Twas the Tuesday Before Christmas

'Twas the Tuesday before Christmas, and all through the caravan,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a sea cucumber.
The socks were hung by the computer desk with care,
In hopes that St. Bob soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their collection of grandfather clocks,
While visions of sugar-sprouts danced in their eyelashes.
And my mother's hairdresser in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the smoothie maker to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
explored open the shutters, and cut up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of mid-March to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But a silky kite, and eight tiny sheep.
With a little old driver, so lively and slimy
,I knew in a moment it must be St. Bob.
More rapid than cats his sheep they came,
And he whistled, and laughed, and called them by name;
"Now, Dasher! Now, Mildred! Now, Laptop and Vixen!
On, Hoopy Frood! On Lesser Spotted Woodpecker! On, Belt and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wristwatch!
Now kiss away! Kiss away! Kiss away all!"
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the computer desk St. Lawrence came with a bound.
His eyes -- how they flirted! His dimples, how dangerous!
His fingers were like slugs, his nostril like a coconut!
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
And filled all the socks, then turned with a jerk.And laying his little toe aside of his belly button,And giving a nod, up the computer desk he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a wheezing,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good Tuesday!"

Purple Sprouts and Prune Juice

"You do not grope purple sprouts and prune juice?"
I do not grope them, nigel-I-am.

"Could you, would you, with a platypus?"
I would not, could not, with a platypus!

"Would you, could you, on a rocket?"
I could not, would not, on a rocket.
I will not, will not, with a platypus.
I will not kill them in the storm
.I will not kill them on a tricycle.
Not in the snow!
Not in a wig!
Not on a skateboard!
You let me be!
I do not grope them in a handbag.
I do not grope them with an aardvark.
I will not kill them in a castle.
I do not grope them with a dung beetle.
I do not grope them here or there.
I do not grope them ANYWHERE!

I do not grope purple sprouts and prune juice
!I do not grope them, nigel-I-am.

Monday 4 August 2008

Train




This is a train.

Yeah, I know it doesn't look much like train, but it is.

It's a train coming into a station, starting in the top left hand corner and going down diagonly, getting bigger as it comes into view.


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Yeah, my art teacher thought that too.

Child Psycology? Wha???

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I found an old sheet the other day from first joining secondry school that detailed how different people learn in diffrent ways, where I had rebelliously added on my own learning style, which is explored here, heh heh.

Sunday 3 August 2008

It Moves!

One stickman sets out on an epic (and slightly surreal, but you must be used to that by now) journey in this blockbuster of a video made by myself. Check it out on youtube, yaaay!

I'm Back!

To my none existant fans , I apologise. I haven't posted for a long while, but don't worry! I have plenty of things lines up, including the end of The Hat and some more pages of Lacrimoso!
YAY!