12.31.2007

Konami Code

Since t'is the season to share, here's this year's round of [hastily] homemade xmas cards:












Round 2, taxed for ideas:





In a similar vein, here's a gem from last year:







Later that evening...



Something else from last year:


This year's curveball:

... which I might do for ALL my gifts next year.

And here's a really old one I discovered the other day, before I drew so much:

Part of this balanced breakfast.

Happy 2008!

12.24.2007

A winner is us... every one of us

Happy holidays from the Heir to the Throne of the Languish Dynasty.

12.18.2007

The Holiday Special

Isn't it about time I cashed in on the holiday spirit? I think so. Because I haven't had much time to devise any new toys of my own, I went about my workplace to find things that might be remotely marketable. Hold onto your wallets, folks, 'cause it's gonna be a wild xmas!


My Very First Push Kart
Any child is guaranteed to have hours of fun pushing their very own push kart around! There is no limit outside of imagination to what kids can transport from location to location! Each kart comes with unique dents and scrapes, as well as no less than three screws missing and one bum wheel! (Mighty, Mighty Bus Pans (TM) and Transparent Tray Top not included.)



Match Those Tops
Once again those gremlins in the dishroom have made a mess of the coffee jug tops. Set the timer going, and see how many tops you can match up before it runs out!



Punch Out!
Oh, no! It's almost lunch - did you remember to punch out?

Now kids can enjoy the thrills and chills of the modern workday, too! Learn the skill of being punctual, and the art of punching out just minutes past the end of your work day. Those minutes'll add up, for sure! Hourly wage never looked so promising!


Big Red
How can anyone resist the tantalizing red of the fire alarm? It'll be tough, but you must in order to win! If you give in to temptation, the skin on your arm might just be singed off by the alarm's protective force field!.. and you just might wake daddy!


Mr. Firehydrant
Nothing says "don't panic in case of a fire" like Mr. Firehydrant. He does more than extinguish flames, he extinguishes all distress, too! One might say he makes putting out oil fires fun! Haha, but don't get too carried away, kids - let the fires start on their own!


Oatmeal and Breakfast Potatoes
Because oatmeal and breakfast potatoes are chewed in the mouth, swallowed down the throat, but go straight to your heart.


CAUTION! The Game of Wet Floor Stains
You won't regret having dropped that Orangalicious Fruit Smoothie! And neither will you regret shaking your friend's Pepsi when he's not looking! The game of CAUTION! puts a smile to every liquid accident imaginable!


Blurry Bucket o' Bacon
No game here; just fun to say.


Wall o' Nametags
This role-playing game is an excellent way to cultivate your child's imagination! Tired of being Billy for today? Then try being Steve by putting on his nametag! In just seconds you can be a bigoted, drunken dishwasher, too! Why not try on Lucille's, the ex-inmate salad preparer, with a rotting body in her trunk. Or maybe Eduardo, the convicted pedophile with a knack for making tasty scones!

Hurry! Order while supplies last!

12.09.2007

Hello - my name is God, and I approve this message.

Little known fact!: over 90% of the polar bear footage from The Golden Compass was actually recycled from Coca Cola commercials! Because they were made for European TV, it all seems new to us American audiences.




And not even those lovable, huggable bears could salvage the piece of crap of a movie that was The Golden Compass, completely devoid of subtlety, charm (okay, there was occasional charm), coherency, direction, reason, or point. But, you know, maybe I'm being a bit judgmental. Maybe it just wasn't my type of movie. I guess if you got a thing for movies that absolutely butcher the books they're based on, spend every frame explaining stuff that can easily be conveyed without words (SHOW don't TELL) and then DON'T tell you what you need to know, run from location to location for the mere purpose of getting through the book, turn every fight scene that should have been mind-numbingly awesome into cliches, contains characters who act without any pinch of motivation, but speak with the sole motivation of conveying information to move the "story" along - let me catch a breath here - and I guess if you got a thing for movies that don't actually have a proper ending, then The Golden Compass will be right up your alley.

While most my friends who are bigger fans of the book than me were furiously punching at the theater projection, you could only hear me laughing at every moment of inconsistency, book-butchering, poor writing, and copping out. And then I laughed at how I spent $10 on the ticket.

Meanwhile, there's always that controversy about how anti-religious the books are. Well, not so much in the movie; there is no Church, just the Magistrate (who play such an insignificant role in the film). While the movie just does away with any form of nuance, and turns the Magistrate into a bunch of evil, white guys who like to wear all black, there really is no controversy.

So, I implore all religious leaders to not start any. It hurts my brain knowing that they haven't figured out that the more they chastise a film/book/whatever, the more publicity it's going to get, and, therefore, more sales. This is not a movie that needs any sales to begin with. Currently, the Catholic League is making a fuss - way to go guys. If they really wanted to prompt people to stay away from movies like The Golden Compass or The Da Vinci Code, just say it as it is:


Meanwhile, musing in another part of my brain:
anti-religion is all the craze! and it shows no signs of slowing! All the Church's protesting doesn't seem to be helping all that much, either, and their attempts to reach out to communities is kinda passe. So, I'm going to lend them a hand with a little proposition of my own. Here's how we garner more support - we fight fire with [really holy] fire:



"Tha's not the sting of a bullet yer feelin'... tha's the cleansin' power of Jesus Christ, pardner."

Pope Pain III is actually Jesse James reincarnated, sent back to Earth to lead the Catholic Church by day,.. but by night he wields his Holy revolver to battle devils and werewolves scattered across rural Europe. This time around, however, his enemy lies deep within the state of California, in the dreaded demon stronghold, Hollywood. After his people are attacked with propagandist films, Pope Pain III must gather up his 300-count army of Bishops to face the devious forces of atheist Hollywood, who wield the satanic (and overly-used) powers of CGI.

Okay, so it's still an idea in progress, but with God on my side, I think we can make it work.

12.08.2007

I'm with the band

Not to be upstaged by Radiohead's upcoming release of their new album.




Hitting shelves when you least expect it!

12.02.2007

This is my house, I have to defend it.

This is how I spent my two weeks of Thanksgiving break (the first of which I spent in total isolation) - the "Things You Do When Really Bored When Home Alone" list. Otherwise known as "The List of Ultimate Boredom".



Translation:
"Exercise (yawn) 4 checks
play guitar + sing really loudly [obnoxiously] 4 checks
nap? 4 checks
Dance around -> includes air guitaring 1 check
- in boxers only 1 check
photographing 1 check
comicing 4 checks
emailing 4 checks
calling 6 checks
thesis work (booo!) 4 checks
thinking of ways to sabotage friends and well wishers 2 checks
read 10 checks
watch movie 6 checks
-TV 8 checks
write 4 checks
drive somewhere 6 checks
talk to my sock puppet monkey [heir to the throne] 2 checks
Buy stuff I don't need 4 checks
work 7 checks
Go insane/scream a lot 2 checks
Drink 5 checks
Break stuff (includes living things) 3 checks
NFL Blitz 2000 3 checks"

Sadly, I neglected to include chasing squirrels on the list. Of course, this is tentative - I've still 2 and a half hours left.

"scalpel" ("scalpel")

There's been some questioning on my recent surgery to have some obstructions removed from my body, specifically my chest. Here's how it all went down:













For real.