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

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


And here’s the final illustration as it was used in the promotional materials.

So anyway, we needed to make a poster for the upcoming Battle of the Big Bands concert that APU and Citrus College are putting on.
This is the first thing that came to mind.
Interestingly enough, people of a more level-headed and sane nature than myself actually liked the idea.
(Final version coming soon.)

While it can be argued that the bowling ball is much easier to catch than certain breeds of cocker spaniels, and tastes better than most cats, one cannot overlook the unfortunate drawback in nutritional value.
And yes, they apparently do bleed. But only if you happen to hit a major artery.

Then Edna, having brought most of the audience’s wandering minds back to complete alertness with an exclamation of, “And now for something completely different,” reached behind the podium, and with a tug and grunt of exertion produced something quite different indeed.
At this point, almost all of the select few that had not been alerted by her previous announcement were forced into weary coherence, leaving only the man in the plaid overalls completely immune to the situation. Though as it turned out, he had been dead since half-past four.

Giant slugs can be a nuisance sometimes. Especially when the darn things get themselves stuck in your hair…

This is the result of my attempt to quickly come up with and sketch a not-necessarily realistic person without putting too much thought into it. I guess I should do that more often.
It also showcases the inherent gut uneasiness I know everyone feels when confronted with one of those little paper parasol thingies. They’re just too cute not be up to something of devious nature.

Yes, I know, another bald guy… one that’s apparently a cross between Voldemort and Count Olaf.
Now, however, I promise a drastic reduction in random hairless chaps for a while. (And really, the only reason I did it was to play with some weird gnarled hands…)