The clock is ticking

I just drew this in two minutes so I could still claim to have a robot for today.

Tankbot

No time to talk, I'm playing Cave Story.

Almost forgot

See, what did I say? But I still have half an hour before midnight.
And I drew this on like Sunday or something.

Every Tuesday at 9pm

Day 2 of Robot Week.
Oh yes, it's Mecha-Central. With his Shot-Tower club.

Robot Week

I declare this week Robot Week!
Robot Week will probably be forgotten after today, but you can enjoy the first - and likely only - installment right now.

True story

My biggest fear is that my car tyre will explode while I'm filling it up with air. I seriously don't want to do it. If it blows I'll be completely deaf! Maybe my face will be seperated from the rest of my head or something equally unpleasant.

Here's a drawing of a bear on a motorcycle. Look in his eyes - you don't need me to tell you he's out for bloody revenge.

Brandonian brilliance

My good friend Brandon (whose nonexistent blog I have not linked you to) and I have awesome conversations in msn that consist of nothing but drawings. Too bad msn is shit and doesn't save handwritten messages, otherwise I'd have a goldmine of awesome pictures to show you people. As it is though, this collage will suffice. Click for embiggenment.

Grumble grumble...

I just smashed my knee against my desk. I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY.
I'm posting live from sunny My Room, where the temperature is a steady lovelyº. My breakfast is delicious and I am pantsless.
It's going to be a good day!

So the last month or however long has been pretty damn good. Lots of BBQs, time with friends and making sweet sweet music with Mark. He plays the drums. My good friend Rutherford Jones has started documenting his scientastic adventures. In science. Which I assure you are hilarious.

I've kicked out the old NES, given it a good blow (see 'dusting') and tried to finish Megaman 3. My efforts appear to be wasted though, as that game is goddamn impossible. I got past the first wave of bosses (which I could never do as a lad), but then then are just MORE bosses. And tougher to boot.
So after a few days of Megaman I naturally gave up as I am one to do, and shifted my interest instead to Super Mario Bros. Muscle memory can only get you so far. Still getting stuck where I did nine years ago.
CURSE YOU MIYAMOTO!!!
All this Nintendo-ity has given me the urge to catch some Pokemon. But then I realise just how irritating that game is sometimes.

I'm still on the antique PC, unable to get my Pyro on, which is horribly unfair seeing as Rutherford has finally started playing TF2 and is loving it. This stone-age machine is mind numblingly annoying. It seems to have its own rules of science. Removing the two inactive and unreachable drives only gives it the ability to not turn on anymore, and it still won't accept the fact that there's a damn DVDrom in there.

Today Evan's having a BBQ! It's going to be awesome fun.
That is all.

Hey, speaking of pants, I think mine are dry now.
..
OHHHH yeah.
Is there any better feeling than jeans fresh out of the dryer? If there is I don't wanna know about it.
And how fitting for the end of the post; I just smashed my other knee against the desk.


Stupid desk.

Stand By

Incoming blog, but sleep first.
You just sit right there and keep refreshing. I'll be right back.