There is nothing better than a marshmallow burnt to a crisp on the end of a bacteria-ridden tree limb. I'm really not kidding. But why talk of such things.
Well last night, for little to no particular reason other than boredom, me and the fellows had an illegal bonfire. Well...perhaps not illegal. But certainly looked down upon.
To the beach we went, myself, Eric, Mike, and Raphael. With some quickstart pine mountain fake firelogs, lighter fluid, a pack of beef hot dogs (the best kind, next to kosher), and two large satchels of fluffy puff marshmallows.
It was about 1 am by the time we got to the beach. Eric had just come back from his trip to Chicago to look at a university and was sickened by the place (and the plane trip).
So the four of us shambled across the road where Beach Gameland once stood, and ran out onto the beach. Walked about half a mile until we were out of range of the condos and apartments that dot the shore, and plopped down.
We dug a shallow hole, tossed in the logs along with a phone book and some newspapers, doused them in lighter fluid and set it ablaze.
And was it ever fantastic. Cooked hot dogs (and any form of sausage) are naturally delicious when cooked. Sadly, we were of course on the beach. And a strong wind was not only blowing fire and ash around, but the sand as well. So many of our hotdogs were sandy as all shit.
The marshmallows were a different story. The best way to cook a marshmallow is to hold it in the flames until it catches on fire, wait for the fire to burn the majority of it, and blow it out. Chew off the crusty burnt part first, and within is nothing but hot melted mallow fluff, delicious and creamy.
It's so simple to make.
Fire. Stick. Mallow.
We've already decided as a group to do this again. Although next time we are hoping to do it in a place less sandy. Like a park.
Today my pal RedMongoose, who is now producing his music under the alias, RedManGhost, was looking for people to redesign his avatar for him. So I did my own colorful take on it.
In similar art based news, as of late I have been putting some of my other cartoons onto youtube.
Bench:
Aftertaste (very old pre-tablet pc):
Aeropolis (barely a cartoon):
The Giant Creature from Outer Space's Center of Earth Stars
it's not a cartoon, but more like an AMV of some of my favorite monster movie moments
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The countdown has begun. On April 30th I am getting kicked out of my place. Which means I have to find a new place to live. So I have a month. More than likely I am probably going to end up living with my father again. Something I simultaneously look forward to and dread. Not that I dont mind spending time with him. But I, his 22 year old dropout failure-as-an-artist careerless son, living in his spare room, will bring up some very awkward and embarrassing conversations I'm sure.
But it's probably my best option. It's nearby and it's cheap. And there's fewer wasps flying around.
Also, someone in my last blog post requested more cute designs added to my zazzle store (which honestly I had somewhat abandoned as of late), so I'll do that as well. I've been thinking of designing some cute monsters as of late.
Did anyone see the final episode of Camp Laslo? Holy shit. GIANT TWIST ENDING. As it turns out Lumpus, the counselor of the camp since the beginning of the series, was revealed to be a fraud. He's just an escaped mental patient who kidnapped the real camp counselor 4 years previously. But here is the biggest twist. The original Camp Counselor was HEFFER THE COW (steer) from ROCKO'S MODERN LIFE. What the hell! I cant think of a more fucked up but perfect ending for that cute show.
The blog of a person....yeah that sounds good.
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
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4 comments:
well, if you need a place you should move to vermont, and we can start a business together, such raw talent merged into one powerful entity, we would rock the green mountains!
OH ME GARSH I JUST FELT ME A RUMBLY DOWN IN MA STOOMY AREA AND I MUST SAY DIS HAS BEEN A DELIGHTFULLY EVENIN, BUT NAR I GOTTA GO AND RELEASE MA DEMONS INTO THE BOWL IN DA OUTTYHOUSES, OH DEAR WIFEY, YOU BEST GRAB YOURSELF A HOSE.
cute monsters + stylish background = NEATO T-SHIRT
Gustov the clown pulled his hand from the fire and rubbed the soot that once was his flesh across his right cheek. The floor-cleaner continued to gurgle on to the empty wooden beams. Charred flesh and pine collided with a harrowing roar in his mind. Memories raced back to the day in the German hills when the innocence had escaped.
Gustov screamed "Mother!" He began to urinate.
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