I don't know what the hell we were thinking with this... We weren't even drunk, which makes the whole ting more disturbing.

Ok, I'll try to explain it. In short, it was Max in front of my web-cam singing some random song... about... stuff... For some reason we decided that he should be a cowboy, and to illustrate the point, we also added tumbleweed.

I thikn that there's possibly something VERY wrong with us.

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Ok, this one was, as I understand, for a "Sound Production" assignment that a couple of friends where doing. In short, they laid down the concept, gave me some art to work with, and did all the sounds.

I'm not entirely happy with how it turned out (I never am once the whole 'retrospect' thing kicks in), but it was a little rushed towards the end, I think. Other than that, one of he guys in the group was apparently being an arse about it, and was trying to take total controll of the assignment while still not doing any work.

Anyway, I animated it, be I never found out what they got for it. Maybe I should ask sometime...

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This animation was done based on a friend from uni's webcomic (now dead), which was based on an idea that I kinda gave him... kinda... I'll explain more after the animation. Sadly I never got to put sound in it, which I think kinda sucks, but oh well.

I've long since lost touch with the guy who drew the comic, but it's no big deal. I was considering for a while making a series out of the cartoon, but I couldn't really be bothered

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Dear Dr Bob,
I have this awful problem, which I'm almost too embarrassed to mention.  I don't know if you'll be able to help me, but I'm at my wits' end.

I have five children, who have all grown up and left home.  One of them, the youngest, is so perfect in all ways, that I'm too embarrassed to let people know that I'm His mother.  Don't get me wrong, I'm very proud of Him, and love Him dearly, but I feel it would distress His loyal and devoted fans to know that His mother, in fact both His parents, were just ordinary people like them.  It must appear to them that He is descended from veritable Gods, but in fact it was two lowly mortals who are responsible for His "being".

How can I live with this awful knowledge?  My son is very good about it and tries not to make me feel like a lowly worm to be crushed under His enlightened feet.  He even promises that when His brothers and sister pay for the nursing home, it will be one of those upmarket ones with kerosene baths.  How thoughtful He is!

I feel it is almost impossible for me to live with the shame, the knowledge of who I am, and of how little significance when compared to Him.  Please help me, before I go insane...

-- Mum

Ode.

Oh, my hair,
Are you a mullet,
Or are you a Mohawk,
Or are you a strange cross between the two?

I feel that you
Have been with me
For my whole life,
More or less.

I shave you,
But you grow again
In unexpected places.
Never leave me.

Ode.

-- Roberto Le Camembert

I've been thinking a lot lately.. there's not much else to do with my time... I've been pondering those questions that have bothered me for a long while... some for not so long, but still they are questions that must be pondered and possibly per-chance answered.