Hooray for late night student projects.
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Archive for June, 2010
Animators Need Sleep Too
Wednesday, June 30th, 2010Crowd Sourcing Results
Wednesday, June 30th, 2010First of all I want to thank everybody for all the suggestions. Who knew that many of my readers really wanted to name a zombie board game?
Golden Axe
Wednesday, June 30th, 2010The metal version.
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Crowd Sourcing
Monday, June 28th, 2010So I have this little project I have been working on for a while, and I have reached a snag.
The title.
And Then Buffy Staked Edward. The End.
Wednesday, June 23rd, 2010I like this version much better.
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SGT Johnson’s Retirement List
Wednesday, June 23rd, 2010In the spirit of Skippy’s List here are some of the noteworthy moments of my career that were less than positive….
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Hate Male Part 2
Friday, June 18th, 2010Well the results of the poll are in.
It looks like less than 3% of the readers here wanted me to take the high road. Evidently I do not attract the high road sort. That probably says something unpleasant about me.
Hate Male
Tuesday, June 15th, 2010I just returned home after a long trip out of town to find the following email waiting for me.
Note: Hate Mail is not safe for work. Unless you work for a gay porn company featuring Marines.
Right Now!
Monday, June 14th, 2010Quickly before someone important notices and fixes it, go to Newsweek’s website.
Seriously right now. I don’t care if you are feeding the homeless, or putting out a fire, or in the midst of surgery. Go there right now.
The Sport Of Kings
Friday, June 11th, 2010So I have just discovered that I have spent several years training to be an athlete, completely by accident. You see, I own several ferrets, and many pairs of pants. And while to you or I might believe that pants are a garment to be used by a single individual at a time, to a ferret, pants truly appear to be a sort of community event, designed to be enjoyed and shared by all.
Simply put, if you have pants and ferrets in the same house, sooner or later their paths are going to converge. Which will be either tragic or hilarious depending on whether or not you are the one wearing them at the time.