Thursday, November 05, 2009
Today I decided to kill birds.
I know what you're thinking. "Kevin, you'll need several stones to accomplish that!". But, being a scholar and a gentleman at the end of his rope with ants in his pants and an ear for idioms, I have come to understand that it is possible to kill several birds with one stone. This seems like an optimal strategy. Now, normally the birds I hunt are scattered across the forest. But today I realized I could just put all the birds in one tree, and then... I guess... throw the stone... at the tree?
Goddammit. I should never have started this analogy. Now you're all confused. SKETCHES! THE BIRDS ARE A METAPHOR FOR SKETCHES! I PUT A BUNCH OF SKETCHES SPREAD ACROSS SEVERAL PAGES ONTO ONE PAGE SO THEY CAN BE ENJOYED ALL AT ONCE! Jeezum Crow!
These particular sketches are from Sketchbook Fifteen, which dates from the Spring of 2006. Which explains all the out-of-date jokes in the collage. For instance, these days kung-fu masters don't all need to live at the Shaolin Monastery to train. Increased bandwidth capacity and video conferencing allows these masters to shatter bones and explode organs in the comfort of their own living room or office environment.
Regardless of their age, I'm hoping these simple sketches can provide entertainment, with a little courageous eye movement from you and commentary from me. Oh, and since I know you're already complaining the above image is way too small, I have provided a slightly larger version for you here. Enjoy!
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Stones? Really?
Kevin, when are you going to learn you don't throw stones, you throw cats!
Is it sick if I think my favorite pizza has extra cheese, pepperoni and mojo on it?
I visited a tribe in the amazon once and we ate monkey that looked like a charred baby and tasted like chicken. Then we ate some chicken that tasted like monkey and made me think of charred babies. My little brother started to get nervous.
The moral of the story is, glutting on monkeys leads to cannibalism, and mojo'd better hand over that ice cream.
Some illustrator you are, I can’t see birds, stones OR trees!
I was at that imaginary wedding! There was a lot of waiting... I got very cold. But I fixed that problem, to the surprise of the otter in the suit with me. He was displeased. As always, Kevin, Great work. Love your Tweets too, and that's not some sort of pick-up line.
Testmonkey - I tip my hat to you, sir. Well done ;)
Greg - But I only have indoor cats!
Josh - Well said. I think we can all agree, babies are delicious.
Cliener - I think the one guy is ironing a tree. Maybe.
Keepingyouawake - Thanks! I've really been working on my tweets at the gym. Swimsuit season fast approaches!
I enjoy bible humor. It's too bad the church painted all those fig leaves on people's winkerdoodles way back when... They could have just as easily used your idea and put them all in a giant pool of water. It's a much more efficient method of hiding anatomy.
Wow. I had a dream like that once. Woke up, waist-deep in a pool of water. Lesson learned - Vodka and Snickerdoodles before bed are not a good idea. *shudder*
Twelfth!
Just a few points:
1. Is that Dan Mall in the picture? Because if it is, we have similar hair. Which is great.
2. Lois Hopper sounds nice. And you are right about not being allowed to date wives. It's in the Bible.
3. The Soviet Union stopped existing as such just before the 1992 Olympics. This really IS an out-of-date post.
4. I need to teach some online kung-fu now, but thanks for the laughs on a blustery fall day at work.
My pleasure. And as for the Soviet Union... the nation may be gone, but the figure skating judges still refer to themselves as Soviet, since the cost to un-embroider the word from their suit coats was SO prohibitive.
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1. testMonkey
I've got an uncle that's all hands. Not as funny as you'd think.
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