Cartoons

Hey everybody, I found these cartoons somewhere and I wanted to share them with you. Have you ever wondered this?

This one is my favorite of the two.

I hope that this brightened your day. Have a great rest of the day, everyone! =)

Injured In Action

So on Thursday, I went to P.E. It was our last day of doing basketball. We were playing an actual game. I was running backwards, and I fell down. Skinning my elbows. I jumped up  quickly, pushing off with my hands. I felt sharp pain in my wrists. Wincing I got up and continued playing. I was in yet more pain by the end of class. Every time I moved my wrists they sent sharp twinges of pain up my arm. I couldn't open my water bottle. I couldn't turn a doorknob without difficulty. It was embarrassing and very painful. So that is why I haven't been posting lately. I couldn't type without severe pain. Today it is only very sore. Thank goodness it has gone away. Being weak is not fun. I just thought that  I would let everyone know that.
Have a great, pain-free, day!

New Hair!

Hey everybody! I ordered a wig, last Saturday. I received the wig Wednesday. I didn't have time to post until today. So what do you think?

 Here is the same wig, with my neat reflective shades. Oh yah!

Let me know what you think about it. =)

Blog Story #8

Alright you guys. This one isn't my favorite. I wasn't feeling too creative when I wrote it. But maybe it'll get a few laughs.

A while ago I discovered a new friend. Of course, I was rather surprised by how I met him.
       You see, I'm a concert evaluator. I watch every concert that plays in Doodenburg and basically, evaluate it. So I was attending the monthly concert in Doodenburg, it's my favorite because it's a variety concert. We have a singer, a ballerina, a comedian, a pianist, a speaker, and most of all, a hotdog player. In that order. So I was sitting in my usual seat and the singer came out. He sang "Oh To Be a  Sewer". It brought a tear to many an eye, that night. I only cried because I thought of the pain that his voice teacher went through during his lesson. He was almost finished when the ballerina came out dancing. The ballerina had just made a terribly embarrassing mistake as she danced out onto the stage. I stared, puzzled.
     "Was she supposed to be doing her routine right now? Was this part of the concert?" I thought to myself.
      Suddenly the ballerina stopped mid-twirl, realized her mistake, and fled off the stage. The singer finished, bowed, and marched stiffly off the stage. I waited for the ballerina to come back. After a few moments, she tiptoed back onto the stage and resumed her routine. As red as ever, she twirled, bounced, and flung herself all over that stage. I have to say, I was pleasantly surprised by the way she put herself into her dance. She finished and exited quickly. Out came the comedian who made an awful lot of jokes about pianos and pianists. So of course, when the pianist came out next, the crowd was only thinking of all the pianist jokes they had just heard. They roared with laughter as he walked out. The pianist was quite flustered as he sat down to play. He stumbled through his first song and then resorted to playing "It's a Small World" over and over again, advanced version. The pianist left the stage followed by a few sparse claps. Then the speaker came out to speak about plant injustice. His last words were, "Plants are being killed every day! Just for vegetarians. Eat more meat!" Then he left the stage followed by a polite round of applause. I settled into my chair ready for an interesting presentation. A short, bald man skipped out onto the stage. He looked like an adult but was acting like a child. I couldn't help myself from laughing. The funny little man suddenly stopped skipping and plopped down into a large sofa on the stage. He pulled out a hotdog, a fork, and a straw. I watched as he proceeded to stab holes in the food. He then stuck the straw lengthwise, through the hotdog. He straightened up, brought the food to his mouth, and began to play, producing a  lovely, meaty sound. Halfway through his presentation, he began to eat the hotdog, while continuing to play the instrument. Eventually the hotdog was gone and he was still producing the original sound through just the straw. I was astounded! Everyone gave him a standing ovation as he walked off the stage. I found out how he did it, and got to know him at the same time. Now we are the best of friends.

Okay, not my favorite, but okay.
That was my last sentence, guys. I need more! I now don't have anything to write in my free time.
I hope to see some more sentences soon! =)

April 6, 2012

Hey everybody. A while ago, I decided to document my day. So I did, on April 6, 2012. Now I only documented my day until the afternoon, after that I was napping and was too tired to document anymore. So here are the pictures that I spent my day taking. Enjoy!

So I got up in the morning and had some breakfast.

 These are some pancakes that I made. But I made them with frozen strawberries, because I figured that they would melt on the griddle. But they only burnt, so I was stuck with over a dozen burnt, half-cooked, strawberry pancakes. The syrup helped play down the taste.

 I then proceeded to wash my dishes.

 I then put away the rest of the pancakes, to eat for Saturday's breakfast.

 I also put away the syrup. It was sticky. The bottle, I mean.

My siblings were still eating.

 I knew how much you guys wanted me to finish these blog stories, so I started Blog Story #2. That seems like such a long time ago.

 But I got distracted by the comics in the newspaper.

And before I knew it, it was family time. The special time our family spends, reading the Bible, praying, singing, and discussing what we read. Not necessarily in that order, of course. Here Jonathan is in action, as he leaps onto our couch.

 I got bored, while I waited. So I took some profile pictures. Just me having fun, remember that.

 Dad reading from the Bible.

 After family time, I hit the books again. I did a little planning. Contrary to how I look in this photo, I really enjoy planning out my schoolwork. =)

 I then finished my planning. I headed back to my bedroom and touched up my drawing of the day before. Of the lady.

 I then was planning on doing another drawing, so I cleared off my multi-purpose little table.

 I looked at a drawing book, and decided to draw a minotaur. This guy is epic! =)

 Behold, my finished product. Not entirely finished, but enough for today.

 I took a break and had a snack. Yes, I had a pancake for a snake.

Then since drawing and eating a pancake are so tiring, I laid down and rested. And rested. And rested.

 Then when I woke up, I decided to do some exercising. I was in no shape for the arm-wrestling match on Sunday, so I pushed myself hard!

I took my jacket off because I was getting sweaty. Just imagine epic music while I strain up, then down, then up, etc.

 Then I went outside to do some work on the hill. This is (was) our lush green hill. I know, maybe I touched it up a "little" bit.

The sun was very bright. Perfect weather for sweat.

 I shall not show you any pictures of sweat. Partially because I doubt that I could have taken any. My fingers were really slippery, holding the camera. If you look closely, I had dug a little bit over by where the shovel is.

 I got Jonathan to hoe some of it, for me. Smoothing it out.

Here is my "I am very tired. What made me want to document my torture? Why won't the button work?" face.

 As you can see, I got quite a bit of work done in an hour.

 Here is me, heading inside for lunch. I am relaxing in the shade of the house!

And here is my sandwich and raisins!! Oh the pure deliciousness of real food!

 My siblings.

 The Dick Van Dyke show!!

 I hit the books again after lunch. Planning for next week.

 Writing out my assignments.

Well, that is all that I did on April 6. At least, that is all that I recorded. I hope that you enjoyed it.
Have a great day everyone!

Blog Story #7

Hey everybody. It's me again, with another blog story. I was planning on posting two today, but that isn't going to happen.

I have a neighbor. Yes, she is a problem. You see, she loves to cook. That is precisely her problem. She is probably the only one, if any, who can fix a TV dinner the wrong way. So all her friends know to politely nibble at her food and then gag afterward, in the safety of the bathroom. So you can imagine my fear when she came to my door with a covered dish. 
     "Hello sir. I've brought you a simply delectable dish. It's a favorite among my nephews. Every time I make it, it's gone before I even set it out. Adorable, isn't it?"
     I jerked my head up and down rapidly. "Yes ma'am, it's quite adorable. Uh . . . what is the dish?"
     "Avocado custard." She proudly shoved the dish at me. I clutched the feared thing, in my arms.
     "Um, thank you ma'am." I watched the old lady skip down the street. Quickly I closed the door. I carried the dish carefully over to the table. I held my breath as I lifted the cover off the top of the dish. A stench hit me like a ten-foot wave. I continued to hold my breath, for entirely different reasons, as I dashed out of the room. Three cans of deodorizing spray later, I collapsed into a chair. The custard was safely stored in my refrigerator. The smell wasn't there anymore, I threw it in the trashcan. It was a decaying cockroach. One of the largest I've ever seen. That lovely surprise in her custard only finishing hardening my resolve to not touch that custard. I already had begun to harden my resolve when I discovered that the avocados were still in their skin and floating in a watery custard. So I left that loathed dish in my refrigerator for the next few days, then the next week, and eventually the whole month. Finally I remembered it. I looked in my rarely ever used refrigerator and gasped. There, covering the entire inside of my refrigerator, was green mold. Fungus was even growing in there. Fungus is awesome. Just not spread all over the inside of my refrigerator. I groaned. As far as I know, there is no professional refrigerator-cleaning company nearby. But there is an amateur refrigerator-cleaning company nearby. I rushed my refrigerator right over there. Out in front of the building was a guard working like a dog. In fact, he was a dog. I hauled my refrigerator to the front door. Somebody came out. He was either a very short man or a very large toddler. He started talking and I immediately decided, "Definitely over-sized toddler." The kid was pretty tall for being short. He gave me an estimate and I paid him. I left my refrigerator with him and drove off. I came back an hour later and picked it up, nice and shiny. I got home and opened the refrigerator door and was surprised. There scribbled in large, block letters were the words, "Tanks 4 bean my verst cuxtumer." Then I realized that the whole inside of my refrigerator was covered in permanent marker drawings. I know believe that this kid was a natural Picasso. I could not tell his drawings apart. Anyway, I bought a new refrigerator and kept the old one. I use the old one for my neighbor's frequent creations. It's covered with slime and fungi, but I don't care. When the cleaner cleaned it, he washed it in a tub of soapy water. So the cords don't work anymore. Well, you get what you paid for. And a couple nickels wasn't too high a price.




I hope that you enjoyed this. Have a great day everyone! Don't forget to smile! =)

Sketchbook Lately

Hey everybody. I am still working on those stories. Hopefully I will post again tomorrow with one. But I wanted to post these, today. Enjoy! =)

I'm posting the latest sketches from my sketchbook. The good and the bad.

This is a tree that took me over an hour to draw. It is pretty detailed. Probably my best realistic drawing, so far.

 This is drawn from a picture I printed out from the computer.

 This is Gandalf, from the Lord of the Rings. I've done this drawing a lot.

 This is the face of Grendel. The monster in Beowulf. Yes, pretty epic.

 This lady was supposed to be a fairy. She turned out pretty good. No, that is not armpit hair under her arms.

 This guy is my favorite character. Something about a minotaur just strikes me as awesome, epic, and stunning.

 This is me . . . in the way future. Except for the face. It looks like he face-planted one too many times. You know, the squashed-in face look.

 This is Saruman, from the Lord of the  Rings.

 This is the beginning of a tree. Maybe I'll go back and finish it, someday.

 These are some weapons. The big sword is a sword, yes. The thing on the right is a wooden club. I really like the wood look.

So that is what I've been doing recently in my sketchbook. I hope that you liked it.
I am also starting a new thing. An art page. I know, I know, I am eventually going to have too many pages. But this will be cool. So comment below and give me subjects to draw. You can go as far-fetched as possible. Just don't get too detailed. I can't wait to hear what I get to draw. Thank you and have a great day!