Precisely because he wouldn’t want me to and as an excuse to re-post the following digital display of illustrative ingenuity, Brutish&Short congratulates resident artist Kieran O’Hare for his super-secret marriage to a real live person yesterday. Sorry to blow up your spot, K, but that’s what you get for not inviting me.
My question: does this mean more benders now, or fewer?
This is a story about a guy who likes a girl, and how he wants her to stop dating those other guys, because they have phalluses that come out of their mouths and shoot HPV gas, amongst other deficiencies.
From the In Case You Missed It Files – Jurassic Edition come new photos last week revealing “amber preserved feathers that provide a new image of what dinosaurs looked like.”
Scientists have long suspected — strongly suspected — well, okay, they more or less “knew” — that the popular portrayal in art and media of many dinosaurs as leathery alligator-type lizards was aesthetically questionable at best. But now,
“instead of scaly animals portrayed as usually drab creatures, we have solid evidence for a fluffy colored past,” reports Mark A. Norell of the American Museum of Natural History in New York.
First among our revisions should that of Tyrannosaurus Rex — undoubtedly the most flagrantly and frequently discrepant dino depiction of all time. Per our new knowledge, artistic renderings of the Tyrant Lizard should start trending from this:
Still not something you want to meet in a dark alley anytime soon (then again, what would you want to meet in a dark alley?), but arguably a fraction less terrifying that the former Godzilla wannabe.
Of course, feathers do not a flighted fowl make, so if you prefer your Terrible Lizards airborne, might I suggest some minor historical revisionism:
After little-to-no deliberation, my cousin Matt and I have decided to collaborate on a series of one-panel comic strips. This collaborative effort may or may not last longer than today’s post, as I intend the relationship to function as follows: I’ll provide the inspiration, Matt’ll contribute the perspiration, and we’ll split all subsequent fame, fortune, and internet groupies 50/50 (which, I believe, is how Edison would have wanted it). As long as Matt doesn’t realize that he is capable of thinking up inane punchlines on his own, I foresee a long, fruitful partnership ahead — especially since I couldn’t draw my way out of a Friendly’s place mat maze.
And now without further a doo-doo joke, the world premiere of Macs in the Box. This week’s episode: