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.