I have a bizarre sense of humour.
I blame my father, who never made the corny daddy puns, but instead has a snarky, sarcastic funny bone that would far rather nudge you with an ironic jab than clobber you over the head with a broad-angled...erm...clout. Heh.
For example, the reason I posted the Cyanide and Happiness strip the other day was not, in fact, because I have an inexplicable craving to have sex with twelve guys at once. Not even if they were members of my imaginary harem. In fact, if that's what you thought the purpose of the comic strip was, you should probably go find a wall with which to repeatedly introduce to your skull. Don't worry, at this point, it won't hurt the brain.
No, in fact, what made me snoogle at the quaint and porky humour was that the two line people were, in fact, completely gender-neutral. That's right. I thought it was funny that someone who had no genitalia would have a desire to engage in a 13-person mostly-male orgy.
See, when I explain it like this, it's no longer funny. It just gets me weird looks.
The other day, I was on the phone with a friend, and, as it's a trans-Atlantic call, the line was a little dodgy. So when he said something like 'How are you, doll,' it sounded a bit more like this. Without, of course, the funkeh beat and bottoms.
And so I laughed at him. For a good twenty seconds. And he patiently waited at the end of the line until my convulsions were through. Such a wonderful patient, small-handed fella, who holds his pencil with two hands out of mere choice.
Speakin'a'which, oh yeah...I've started up painting again. Got another layer on the Lavertezzo Bridge, and a few fixups on mah Gerard portrait...hair, shadows, &c. I've decided, in proper Deutsch fashion, not to carry on with the WIPs. For one, my camera lacks batteries and I can't be arsed to go out and buy any.
I'm still watercolouring. And I'm going to dig out that unspeakably smexy set of Derwent watercolour pencils I've been hoarding for such a time as this.
No, you may not eat them, for they are sexah and not good with ketchup.
Oh. Apparently Egyptian men are well hung, as per the nine most badass Bible verses ever. Google that.
Thursday, 29 November 2007
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Yeah I know its weird eh? Them egyptians n' all. I swear, it wasn't because of the Hebrew that Moses killed the Egyptian, it was penis envy. :P
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