Week 5

So the break messed us up a little bit, but the new words have been chosen and they are quite fantastic. Brace yourself;

1. BANANA

2. KUNG FU!

Oh ya, it's happening. 

Poof of Evil

"Doc Evilmus' plan was so perfect,

he never saw it coming"

"The Downfall of El Manlymanstan"

Nothing mentally breaks a big, burly dude like nerd accessories. When he goes to the orthodontist next week, he'll be nothing more than a puddle of nancy-ness.

WEEK 4

Happy spring break everyone. Given the fact that there's no school I'm hoping people will find time to do something for this. If not...I suppose I understand.

This week's words are:
1. Burliness
2. Optometrist

Work your magic.

And the Devil Made It So.

After hearing so much about Robert Johnson, the man who sold his soul to the Devil, Charlie Conklin called upon the Devil himself. Struggling for years, playing the afternoons at jazz clubs to empty rooms, Charlie had come to know the silence of the applause all too well. If Robert Johnson could become the greatest guitar player to ever play the blues, he could become the greatest jazz player to ever lay his lips to a trumpet.  He asked the Devil, "I'll sell my soul to you, if only I can become a musical legend". So, the Devil made it so, and when Charlie brought the trumpet to his lips, he tried to cry, he tried to yell, he tried to banish the devil back to hell. 

But he couldn't say anything. He couldn't play anything. 

For he had the head of a pumpkin and was just as orange. He will never be forgotten for just how terribly he worded his wish. If only had he known that the devil imbued in him that miserable day, the ability to play the very best bass.

Goodnight, Joe "corn-cob" Calloway

We've all been told that blind jazz musicians shouldn't go out on halloween and play "lullaby of birdland" out near the old pumpkin patch. The great pumpkin hates the idea of birds having an advanced utopian society and will seek revenge through stealing your face and ruining your credit rating.

Jazz's Last Stand

Okay, so because I'm trying to do right by the blog (and because I missed last week's) I decided against just posting up a sketch I had done about a month or two ago that was strangely perfect for this topic. Maybe I'll add that to this one. But anyway, I had a cat when I was a kid named Jazz. He was the fattest, most scared cat ever. This is him making his final stand against the evil pumpkin head guy.

Why am I always the last one?

So I'm late. You wanna fight about it?! EH EH EH?

WEEK 3

Huh...it only took two weeks for half the team to completely poop out on this thing. Well I suppose I'll be the bigger man and not kick you off and verbally harass you in front of people you respect. Instead you will get another week's worth of words and higher expectations...and maybe an undying hatred...maybe.

This weeks words are
1. Jack-o-lantern
2. Jazz

Sound like an episode of cowboy bebop? Hell yes it does. Now go out and sketch or else...

The second annual umbrella race

Once a year the best umbrella racers from around the world gather to test their mettle. It was a photo finish this year as number two popped the finish balloon just ahead of the crowd favorite, number 7. Officials are reviewing the race though, it seems that there is controversy over number two juicing.

Bears are so dumb

first one of the week? Suck it, Kellogg.


I really should have been working on a paper that MAY be due tomorrow...but putting a lil honey bee pattern on an umbrella seems like a much more intelligent use of my time.

I'm excited to see what you guys have brewing!

WEEK 2

Good work on the first week, gentlemen!  We all deserve a good pat on the back, but instead we just get another batch of words.

1. "2"

2. "Umbrella"

Our second week gets the number two...you'd think this things rigged or somethin.  And umbrella, DO I SMELL RHIANA DRAWINGS?!?!?

Get to it.

Well, it seems I'm late to the party. FASHIONABLY LATE HUURRRRR

Manley Parkins was never so happy to see another face. It had been a grueling two weeks on that little keg, in the middle of the ocean. Everyday he liked to count the splinters he had received from his little barrel friend. Until one day he saw not one face, but two. Two beautiful mermaids offered him salvation. They offered him help. They offered him gratuitous sexual relations. And although he had no idea how that worked with mermaids he gladly accepted. It had been two months since his plane went down, a week after he took the pilots job, to fly beer oversees. Two months since he had seen another soul. 

It's a real shame as Manley Parkins was a good pilot. It was really a shame that he tasted as good as he did, and in the end, it was a really real shame he never did get... to touch those breasts. Cause that is what he wanted most of all.

Edit: I got rid of the border around the banner. Couldn't get it to center entirely. 

Edit Edit. I lied... it is centered. The banner is creating an OPTICAL ILLUSION!

Howdy

Jimmy Blob Horton thought his home made space cruiser would work better than it did..

Sharks rhyme with parks and parks are fun for the whole family

Now that I see Pat's, I wish I would have gone a little more insane with this...

FIRST SKETCH!!!!!!

Whoo! Okay, so while everyone else in the world was enjoying Watchmen today, I was doodling this and coughing my brains out. I call it "The Pleasure Cruise".

STILL NO PICTURES! WEEEEEEE!

Hey guys, here are a few things that should be known

1) all of the sketchers should now have full editing abilities for the site so if there's something you don't like about the blog, change it (No penises, mike).

2) The blog title isn't exactly finalized so if you want to submit newer, better ideas, then submit until your lil heart bursts.

3) I think from now on, the new subjects will be announced every sunday...hopefully that works for everyone.

Now get to work dammit

It Begins

And so it begins.  The first weeklong themes have been chosen, so here they are hot outta the fishbowl:

1.  Keg

2.  S.O.S. 

Ideally, your sketch will incorporate both of these words into one facemeltingly brilliant piece of art.  So let your mind wander and ponder all the possibilities that these words hold deep in their cores.  See you back here next week with finished sketches and the new themes.

DO IT TO IT, YOU FREAKS!