Bee-Bar, Page One, Turkey

In which our hero recites his verse for an unappreciative audience.

Druid vs Lizard-man

The scene illustrated below has been painstakingly reconstructed utilizing the best, most up to date scientific research available concerning Druid/Lizard-man conflicts.

Super Industrial Blues

I can't be sure, but I don't think people often go to the internet to read poetry. I know I don't, and I quite like poetry. So in that spirit, I present another poem. Regular goofy drawing services will resume momentarily.

Super Industrial Blues

The plastic, the steel and
The strofoam shell
The aluminum foil
The styling gel
The cathode ray tube
That brand new car smell

Cracking scabs cover
The skin on my mind
Didn't even notice
I was already blind
Didn't even notice
What I'd left behind

And it eat me alive
It eat me alive
Gonna eat me alive
Oh, no

The newsman, spokesman
Man-on-the-street
Voices on the tee-vee
So soft and so sweet
I'm closest to the people
I'll never meet

We can talk all day
But ain't nothin' new
I shouldn't be here
But neither should you
Ship's full of stow-aways
There ain't no crew

And it eat me alive
It eat me alive
Gonna eat me alive
Oh, no

The stupid ones actually take longer.

Haven't dropped a poem on here in a while, ya lucky buggers.

Tamquam parvuli

We walk, and prod at things
That catch our attention
Destroying, rescuing
On a whim, on a chance
On how we feel we were treated that morning
We will invent our reasons
This afternoon

Tamquam parvuli

We laugh, and find joy
In things they won't understand
Nor will we understand theirs
And what do they know
Anyway?
Dancing in a spinning circle
Feeling the cold sky on our faces
Shouting our delight heavenwards

Tamquam parvuli

We claim whatever we can pick up
Unearned, undeserved
Dropping things
Our arms are too full
This is mine, I found it, I was here First
Not Fair, not Nice, I will run home
And tell
And we fight

Tamquam parvuli


If you got through that, here's a bonus one, with a slightly different tone.

(Sung to the tune of "California Girls". The David Lee Roth version.)

Well, Halfling girls are cute,
You know they stand the perfect height,
Eladrin chicks are the best of two worlds,
And they work it when you dim the lights,

Those Dwarvish girls are burly,
And they're always in the mood,
Dragon Born girls are pretty cool, I guess,
But it's tough to tell 'em from the dudes,

Well I've seen a hundred campaigns,
Met a thousand En-Pee-Sees,
But horns and a tail and fiery eyes,
will always knock me to my knees,

I wish they all could be Tiefling Warlock
I wish they all could be Tiefling Warlock
I wish they all could be Tiefling Warlock
Giiiirrrrlllls

Well, now that I've re-established myself as both arrogant and a nerd (not that the two are mutually exclusive, no sir), I bid you good day.

I'm not the man they think I am at home.

Oh no.
No, no.
I'm a Rocket Man.

Fall's Coming

Sometimes stuff will end up looking like other stuff, even though when you started the stuff it looked like other stuff that was different from the stuff you ended up with.

It's getting dark earlier, these days.

Good Evening, Luthadel!

I just finished reading Brandon Sanderson's "Mistborn", and boy are my arms tired!

No, wait...

Sleep Well

So, few nights ago I'm trying to sleep, except it's not working out so well because my stupid subconscious is having me running around an abandoned railway station under a building full of these:



They're all raw pinks and reds and yellows, so it looks like an animal turned inside out. Which is very appealing. I figured I was better off out of there, so I got on an elevator, going up. Good idea, except I suppose one must have been in the shaft, since it started to tear out the floor to try and get at me. I was obliged to hang from the ceiling by my hook-hand (hook-hand? what?) and empty the clip from my handgun ( of COURSE I was armed. Dur.) into the things pseudo-head-thing to put it down.
Now, I'm law-abiding citizen. I pay my taxes. Do really deserve having to put up with this kind of shite while I'm trying to sleep? I ask you.




The sketch below is completely unrelated to any of that.

FOCUS, Dammit.

If you like a bunch of wandering-mind sketches all in one spot, then here you go. Something for everyone. Bring Grandma.

Stool and Snickers

Now, I'm perfectly aware this isn't the direction they're going in down at ol' Loogaroo when it comes to Logo Design. I like the logo they're doing a lot, actually, but I had doodled this little line drawing thing at lunch the other day, and I thought just for poop and laughter I'd clean it up all pretty. Maybe it could get used for Artsy-black-and-white-scrappy-independant-films. Or if Clan Gangrel ever starts up a Fitness Club.



And here's an alternate colouring, for feces and guffaws.