Okay, once again, I'm cheating a little with this one. Just like I did Friday, one week ago today! :D Hey, maybe we can make this a tradition.
Anyhow, the story behind this is that at my old job, we used to have these punchcards that we used and kept on a big wall full of 'em. So, were are a few annoying moments where you scan the rack, trying to find your card. (This would especially be troublesome when running in late, as I so frequently tend to do.) In order to make mine more immediately visible, I started putting my name in big, bold letters on them... then later got into the habit of putting drawing on them, and eventually it became a weekly thing... I became the local drugstore cartoonist, regaling fellow employees with nonsensical drawings every new work week.
I decided to take a massive piece of paper (about 31" by 120") and make draw lines across it to make one giant punchcard. Each panel was used to highlight one of these cartoons. In this sense, it was a sort of "Best Of" collection. Took me thee fuckin' weeks to do.
Voila!
Anyhow, the story behind this is that at my old job, we used to have these punchcards that we used and kept on a big wall full of 'em. So, were are a few annoying moments where you scan the rack, trying to find your card. (This would especially be troublesome when running in late, as I so frequently tend to do.) In order to make mine more immediately visible, I started putting my name in big, bold letters on them... then later got into the habit of putting drawing on them, and eventually it became a weekly thing... I became the local drugstore cartoonist, regaling fellow employees with nonsensical drawings every new work week.
I decided to take a massive piece of paper (about 31" by 120") and make draw lines across it to make one giant punchcard. Each panel was used to highlight one of these cartoons. In this sense, it was a sort of "Best Of" collection. Took me thee fuckin' weeks to do.
Voila!
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Doodle
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 614 x 1280px
File Size 1.39 MB
*blush* Well, thanks very much, dude. I was already pretty proud of this before, but if it actually got your trousers a little stained, then this is now officially the greatest piece of work I have EVER done.
Drills... heh... yeah, work with power tools and watch enough trippy Disney knockoffs that anthropomorphize ANYTHING when you're a child, and you get some results that either border on the brilliant or the deranged.
Drills... heh... yeah, work with power tools and watch enough trippy Disney knockoffs that anthropomorphize ANYTHING when you're a child, and you get some results that either border on the brilliant or the deranged.
Yeah... I kinda figure birds wouldn't have problems with KFC, despite the implied cannibalism, for the same reasons we still eat McDonald's, despite knowing its so bad for us.
"OH MY GOD! That was... that was PETE! Pete was in that bucket!! How could you...?!"
"I was hungry, and this stuff was cheap and tasted good. Now 'eff off." :P
"OH MY GOD! That was... that was PETE! Pete was in that bucket!! How could you...?!"
"I was hungry, and this stuff was cheap and tasted good. Now 'eff off." :P
It took me a minute to soak in all that was going on, at first my brain was completely dumbfounded, lost, like a baby in a sewer, but just like a baby in a sewer, my brain finally adapted to all this awesomeness, it all makes sense, this is like opening Pandora's Box and finding a bowl full of crispy Lucky Charms, everything is at ease, everything is going slow and fast at the same time, you have created the Ambrosia of the mind, of the soul, of the heart, pain is no longer existing, only a nirvana of pleasure and delight, you sir, are no longer the mortal of the world, you are now the God of Morocco, flying on wings made of personal lubricant and easing pregnant women with coat hangers, I bow before thee.
Also yay smokin' birds and the best proctologist ever :D!
I was half expecting Friday being dubbed as "Fried egg", my mind loves sock puppets too much it seems.
Also yay smokin' birds and the best proctologist ever :D!
I was half expecting Friday being dubbed as "Fried egg", my mind loves sock puppets too much it seems.
xD x 10
I apologize for putting your brain through that... not the sewer part, but the re-experiencing of what it's like being a baby part. NO ONE wants to remember that. You know why no one can remember anything before being about 4 years old? It's because the mind suppresses those memories on purpose! Who wants to remember the indignity of shitting and pissing yourself three times a day in front of everyone?? Who wants to remember their circumcision?! Who wants to fuck up the remainder of their heterosexual sex lives by remembering being breastfed by their mother?! AARGGHH!! I have a drill over there you can use to dislodge those thoughts from your head, if you're so inclined, my good friend, but just be advised that the last person who used it was this guy I met at the monthly Power Tool Fetishist meeting, and I'm not entirely convinced he used it for its manufacturer intended purposes.
But before you do that, let me just thank you for the compliments, and ask you for the recipe to whatever you seasoned these Lucky Charms with. I swear, they must have given me X-Ray vision or something, because I can see through the clothes of EVERYBODY on chat roulette.
I apologize for putting your brain through that... not the sewer part, but the re-experiencing of what it's like being a baby part. NO ONE wants to remember that. You know why no one can remember anything before being about 4 years old? It's because the mind suppresses those memories on purpose! Who wants to remember the indignity of shitting and pissing yourself three times a day in front of everyone?? Who wants to remember their circumcision?! Who wants to fuck up the remainder of their heterosexual sex lives by remembering being breastfed by their mother?! AARGGHH!! I have a drill over there you can use to dislodge those thoughts from your head, if you're so inclined, my good friend, but just be advised that the last person who used it was this guy I met at the monthly Power Tool Fetishist meeting, and I'm not entirely convinced he used it for its manufacturer intended purposes.
But before you do that, let me just thank you for the compliments, and ask you for the recipe to whatever you seasoned these Lucky Charms with. I swear, they must have given me X-Ray vision or something, because I can see through the clothes of EVERYBODY on chat roulette.
I'm in credibly happy and honoured to hear that this black and white piece could ironically bring some colour to your otherwise dreary and soul-crushing quest for the almighty dollar. :P
Thanks, and stay strong, brother! Although... I guess since hours have passed now, you must have survived anyways. Yay!
Thanks, and stay strong, brother! Although... I guess since hours have passed now, you must have survived anyways. Yay!
This is so great! I used to draw offensive little doodles of zombie bunnies, Spartans in Hell, and kittens with machine guns on people's marker boards in college. Sometime I draw weird drawings on napkins at fast food restaurants and hide them in other stacks of napkins. I especially love the cop and robber snails, the little goblin in the urinal , and the guy with the insanely elaborate straw. You have the makings of an excellent cartoonist!
Well, I consider that exceptionnaly high praise, as that's quite precisely what I'm shooting for in life. So thanks!
Funny, I USED to do those same things, as in drawing on place mats in restaurants and on napkins, but I started hanging out with people who explicitly stated they thought it was socially unacceptable to do so. I need to go find cooler friends.
Funny, I USED to do those same things, as in drawing on place mats in restaurants and on napkins, but I started hanging out with people who explicitly stated they thought it was socially unacceptable to do so. I need to go find cooler friends.
"I hereby leave my estate as follows: To my dear sister, who, along with her husband Hank, grubbed, grubbed for everything they could, and then cried crocodile tears when I needed sympathy... to you I leave... A boot to the head." *WHAMMO!!*
"And one for Hank, too." *Throws another."
"And one for Hank, too." *Throws another."
I'm with Artizek, the cop and robber snails had me in stitches! So did the guy who's apparently going to be devouring his recalcitrant computer, the voyeur ghosts (the female ghost's reaction is priceless!) the electro-helmeted cat tormenting the dog, the guy riding the escalator, the swordfight on skis, and the poor flower. Who am I kidding, it's all hilarious!
I drew something like this back when I was in art in high school. I recall pictures I did of nuns on skateboards, a track meet with a girl getting eaten by a demon-face in the broad jump sand, an old crocodile lady trying to buy a purse, a literal "rock" band, and many more. Most of them had someone breaking the fourth wall and commenting "I don't get it". Ah, good times. :)
Hope to see more like this!
I drew something like this back when I was in art in high school. I recall pictures I did of nuns on skateboards, a track meet with a girl getting eaten by a demon-face in the broad jump sand, an old crocodile lady trying to buy a purse, a literal "rock" band, and many more. Most of them had someone breaking the fourth wall and commenting "I don't get it". Ah, good times. :)
Hope to see more like this!
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