Albino Kraken

At least that’s what I’m guessing it is.
Anyway, now that I’m actually in a class that’s not online this term, you can probably expect some more notebook doodles, which is what this one happens to be.

Okay, so it’s only a boar head, but I spent a few minutes coloring it in, so that should count for something.

Okay, so I’ve got a new project. Well, part of one anyway. Jay and I have started development on a web-based serial story. It’ll feature amazing things such as a creepily-acronymed organization, time-travel, lots of explosions, illustrations for each episode, music (maybe), and a development blog that we promise to update sometimes!

So don’t delay! Head over to www.timeslingers.com and fill in your email address so we can actually pretend people are interested! Plus, you get candy!*

*In a metaphorical sense, of course.

Chief among the pastimes of that community was the surreptitious acquisition of a father’s hot air balloon, whether by a secret night outing or a cleverly placed diversion of viking look-alikes in a neighbor’s ferret pen.

The balloons allowed a level of freedom hitherto unknown to these country children, who might otherwise have never ventured beyond the borders of their respective family estates. As it was, however, the surrounding settlements became quite accustomed to the periodic discovery of distraught livestock perched atop trees, barns, and commonly Mrs. Henett’s outhouse.

Apparently Reese’s Pieces aren’t the only thing little wierd creatures can enjoy.

What’s better than that cartoon classic, the dancing anthropomorphic flower? Only one thing: a dancing anthropomorphic flower with a jagged instrument of death!

I guess the moral of the story is that you shouldn’t startle old ladies equipped with rain-gear. It’s just too dangerous.