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Monday, February 27, 2012

sketch carnival round-up 6

And so, at six weeks the failure begins. These are all late, which mark the beginning of the end. Soon all daily sketching will cease, and balance will be restored thus saving the universe from impending doom (yes, it has been scientifically proven that a well-maintained sketch blog causes tears in the fabric of reality, which is why it is imperative that I be late as often as possible).
Anyway, here's last week.

SKELETON RESISTANCE. THEY RESIST. What exactly, I do not know. Probably fighting off all the people who want to point out that not only do skeletons not have lungs, but that it's really hard to smoke a cigarette when you have no lips either.


Robo-devil. Not to be confused with the robot devil. Fact: robo devils are super angry all the time because the post office always delivers their mail to the robot devil. I'd be pissed too.


Thorsday.


Cake hazard. Some cakes are too delicious to handle.


Break time.


Break time again. What? There's no time limit on breaks. Anyone who says different is clearly working for The Man and thus safely ignored by forward thinking free spirited individuals (who sparkle).


Sausage finger. Seriously, look at that thing. It's like a sausage with joints. Now that's a mental picture I didn't need. WHY DID I WRITE THAT.


Maybe next week will be on time. Or maybe bacon sandwiches will become sentient and fly straight into my mouth, thus saving me precious effort in actually going to get them. It's important to have a realistic outlook on things.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

So... close...

LKSDHFLKSADHFDKLFHFSL
YET SO FAR.


Soon.
I hope.


Sunday, February 19, 2012

sketch carnival round-up 5

Week five. Omg omg omg. A day late, but still. I blame the blue wall (by the way, IN YOUR FACE BLUE WALL. IN YOUR IMPASSIVE ROCK HARD FACE. That is all).

For some reason, it was brawling week. Perhaps because I have not punched anything in a long time, but I punch people in my mind all the time so you'd think that would count. Also cigarettes. Because they are so cool.

Ey wot.


Thorsday. Cooler than usual thanks to the power of cigarettes.



Drink and draw! Apparently drinking makes me think of muscly men, skeletons and unholy combinations of both.




Five. Can we do six? LET'S DO SIX.
YEAH.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

sketch carnival round-up 4

Four weeks in a row (okay, I was late for a couple of days because it's been a busy week, but nobody noticed until I said it just now and LOOK A LIGER. You didn't fall for that did you? Dang. I'm sure someone out there is reading this in the jungle though, and I totally just saved him from being eaten by a liger, which is the most karmic way to start the weekend).
Oh man.
It truly is the end times.

Brawler McBrawlington. He is also very cool because he smokes, which is totally the coolest thing anyone can do ever.

Lucha! I had to figure out a totally sweet move for the next lucha short and this is one of those glorious sketches.

Thorsday. Another tiny tiny thorsday.

He's cool cos he's got a cape. If he started smoking, he'd just spontaneously combust from coolness.

CLAMPS.

Pilot martini or something.

Running spesh marine. He's probably going to fetch a chainsaw or something.





Saturday, February 4, 2012

sketch carnival round-up 3

Oh man, three weeks in a row.
Soon the ancient gypsy curse will strike though, and there will be no more sketches. Also my fingers will turn into tiny spatulas, but that's not the scary part (you can macgyver a lot with ten tiny spatulas at your disposal).

A pilot or something. Obviously cool because he smokes.

Mummy and ghost belayer. Probably not very efficient at belaying. Might be why they're both undead (or maybe the mummy is just a regular dude that keeps getting scratched on the wall, that's also a perfectly valid explanation).

There is such a thing as a tiny person, but no such thing as a tiny viking. They just compensate in other ways.

It's a car. It's a boat. It's not a sandwich. But it might be a boatcar. Or a carboat.

Not wolverine. Nope. Just a fat dude.

Another fat dude. Totally jealous of that other fat dude's hair. And pants. He wishes he had pants.

Space burglars.