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| Bangs/ Above your face your hair hangs/ I'm only holding your hand/ So I can look at your/ Bangs (-TMBG) |
According to my calculations, it would take approximately four (4) Wandering Albatrosses to hoist one Ainsley-weight person. |
Cap'n Cat-For-A-Hand. I don't know. |
One's neurotic; one's obese! They're the original odd couple! |
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| Some sort of cabaret gal. Oh, the foxiness! |
From a bug-themed Fathers' Day card, part I |
Part II |
... and Part III. |
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| A sassy devil lass... |
... and her angelic counterpart, who seems to be having much less fun. |
So, we went to this DNA taxonomy talk by Chris Meyer of FLA, and he was all "I guess I caught snail fever, which is why I like molluscs!" and we were all " Snail fever?? What the hell?" ...anyhows, here you go. |
The Mayor of Lizardtown. And that's all I have to say about that. |
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| Yeah, it's a Bob Dylan song. |
What I like best about this one is the centaur's expression: "Eww, stop TOUCHING me!" |
You know that one Dylan song from the Bootleg Series, "Golden Loom"? I didn't think so. Skip this one, then. |
Fictitious people (sketches thereof) |
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| In early spring, the Sac-Bee buzzes from flower to flower, lightly teabagging each one. This vital pollinator must have something to do with the Sacramento news media. |
So, I'm awfully bored one day, right? So I draw this guy. |
... and, due to popular demand, here he is again. I think this is aptly resonant of the Universal Human Condition, and may therefore be construed as Art. |
Very (very!) loosely based on young Kiera Knightly in that new Arthurian film. Rowr. |
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| You may need to adjust your monitor. (drawn at the AMNH, I think) |
A gift-picture for M. C. Brandley of the Museum of Vertebrate Zoology. You really can't trust those vertebrate types; I think the notochord makes 'em inherently evil. |
Damn, that hair was fun to draw. |