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hempfandangoSome side stuff, if you're interested.
I like to draw, I don't know how many of you know that, but it's true. I enjoy drawing. I'm not necessarily good at it, but I try. I've actually drawn a lot of Badger Brigade art over the last year and now, thanks to the fact I have access to a scanner, I can share some of it with you, the indifferent public.
Most of the art isn't really impressive and I'm not just saying that. I don't really like colouring or inking, so the crap in my sketch books are all just messy sketches. One day I may be persuaded to try colouring them in Photoshop, but probably not. Most of these pictures were drawn recently in the last few months.
The pictures have been MSTed by the cast of the BB for your viewing pleasure.
Megan: Wait, is that me? Whoops.
Alex: The hair fire of '97 left nothing but devastation in its wake. There were no survivors.
Elizabeth: You look awfully annoyed about something, Megan.
Megan: Maybe because I was ON FIRE. Also, it appears as though something has chewed off most of my shirt.
Alex: Probably some kind of shirt weasel.
Megan: I don't even want to think about what's happened to those blobby appendages that have replaced my hands.
Alex: I like this one.
Sara: Shocking.
Elizabeth: That's a little too much Alex for my tastes.
Alex: There's no such thing as too much Alex.
Megan: I guess that's me with the mop and the horrible proportions. How my stick neck can hold up my gargantuan head is a mystery for the ages.
Elizabeth: I think that's me in the upper right corner there. Aww I have a cat or a lemon or something.
Alex: A dead lemon. You monster.
Megan: What's with you on the far left? That's not a human expression.
Sara: The slack jawed look of surprise? Oh, that's a pretty common Alex expression.
Alex: Yeah, see the picture in the lower right corner? See the suggestion I'm helpfully dispensing? Yeah.
Megan: What's this doing here? Is that supposed to be me?
Alex: Post hair fire '97, I guess.
Megan: You say that like I'm going to have several more hair fires.
Elizabeth: I like you're look, but why are you holding a smoking rectangle box?
Sara: Yeah, what is that? It looks like the front view of a bottle of motor oil.
Alex: Preparing for hair fire '98, probably.
Megan: There won't be anymore hair fires!
Sara: Who's that on the right?
Alex: The one on stilts? No idea.
Megan: "I was the hope of destroyed starving"? Profound.
Hemp: She's not affiliated with you guys. I'm just too lazy to crop her out. And she was saying some song lyrics, you bastards.
Alex: Bugger off, Hemp. No one likes your style.
Alex: Shirt weasels strike again!
Sara: I've always said you needed to tuck in your shirts, Alex.
Elizabeth: That disembodied hand on your shoulder is really creepy.
Sara: Why are all these pictures of either you or Megan anyway? Where the hell am I? People need to know what I look like, otherwise how will the readers know how to draw their favourite character?
Megan: Speaking of ego mania, where's Edwina and Pansy?
Alex: Oh, they're dead or something.
Elizabeth: No, I think Conrad's entertaining them in the common room.
Alex: No, I'm pretty sure they're dead.
Elizabeth: What is it with you and death? No one's dead!
Alex: Not yet, maybe. But who knows what future chapters hold?
Megan: I know I'm at least going to live long enough to get a hair cut.
Elizabeth: Hey, where's your sweet kitty?
Megan: My what?
Sara: I think she means that diseased rat that follows you around.
Megan: Oh, Muffins. Beats me. Hitting on Norris, probably.
Alex: Or dead.
Megan: He's not dead.
And that's all I managed to get in before the scanner broke. It's a sensitive scanner.
I like to draw, I don't know how many of you know that, but it's true. I enjoy drawing. I'm not necessarily good at it, but I try. I've actually drawn a lot of Badger Brigade art over the last year and now, thanks to the fact I have access to a scanner, I can share some of it with you, the indifferent public.
Most of the art isn't really impressive and I'm not just saying that. I don't really like colouring or inking, so the crap in my sketch books are all just messy sketches. One day I may be persuaded to try colouring them in Photoshop, but probably not. Most of these pictures were drawn recently in the last few months.
The pictures have been MSTed by the cast of the BB for your viewing pleasure.
Megan: Wait, is that me? Whoops.
Alex: The hair fire of '97 left nothing but devastation in its wake. There were no survivors.
Elizabeth: You look awfully annoyed about something, Megan.
Megan: Maybe because I was ON FIRE. Also, it appears as though something has chewed off most of my shirt.
Alex: Probably some kind of shirt weasel.
Megan: I don't even want to think about what's happened to those blobby appendages that have replaced my hands.
Alex: I like this one.
Sara: Shocking.
Elizabeth: That's a little too much Alex for my tastes.
Alex: There's no such thing as too much Alex.
Megan: I guess that's me with the mop and the horrible proportions. How my stick neck can hold up my gargantuan head is a mystery for the ages.
Elizabeth: I think that's me in the upper right corner there. Aww I have a cat or a lemon or something.
Alex: A dead lemon. You monster.
Megan: What's with you on the far left? That's not a human expression.
Sara: The slack jawed look of surprise? Oh, that's a pretty common Alex expression.
Alex: Yeah, see the picture in the lower right corner? See the suggestion I'm helpfully dispensing? Yeah.
Megan: What's this doing here? Is that supposed to be me?
Alex: Post hair fire '97, I guess.
Megan: You say that like I'm going to have several more hair fires.
Elizabeth: I like you're look, but why are you holding a smoking rectangle box?
Sara: Yeah, what is that? It looks like the front view of a bottle of motor oil.
Alex: Preparing for hair fire '98, probably.
Megan: There won't be anymore hair fires!
Sara: Who's that on the right?
Alex: The one on stilts? No idea.
Megan: "I was the hope of destroyed starving"? Profound.
Hemp: She's not affiliated with you guys. I'm just too lazy to crop her out. And she was saying some song lyrics, you bastards.
Alex: Bugger off, Hemp. No one likes your style.
Alex: Shirt weasels strike again!
Sara: I've always said you needed to tuck in your shirts, Alex.
Elizabeth: That disembodied hand on your shoulder is really creepy.
Sara: Why are all these pictures of either you or Megan anyway? Where the hell am I? People need to know what I look like, otherwise how will the readers know how to draw their favourite character?
Megan: Speaking of ego mania, where's Edwina and Pansy?
Alex: Oh, they're dead or something.
Elizabeth: No, I think Conrad's entertaining them in the common room.
Alex: No, I'm pretty sure they're dead.
Elizabeth: What is it with you and death? No one's dead!
Alex: Not yet, maybe. But who knows what future chapters hold?
Megan: I know I'm at least going to live long enough to get a hair cut.
Elizabeth: Hey, where's your sweet kitty?
Megan: My what?
Sara: I think she means that diseased rat that follows you around.
Megan: Oh, Muffins. Beats me. Hitting on Norris, probably.
Alex: Or dead.
Megan: He's not dead.
And that's all I managed to get in before the scanner broke. It's a sensitive scanner.
