some things i've learnt

you can't symbolise the non-existent.

lollipops and ice-cream heal wars and create ghettos.

two heartbeats aren't enough to live, but are really all we need.

trees in a forest can't feel the breath of the mime on their bark.

death only visits the living.

and some people will always hate you. no matter how hard you try. even if you save the rhino, they'll still find a reason to hate you.

brosef kony

so if you're one of the one-hundred-and-ninety-fuckpile-three-hundred-and-twenty-shitload-and-ten people that have passed on or bought into this video. pleasus christ give the one below a cold hard view.
firstly because it's funny. and mostly because it's not 30 dickcrushing minutes long.
and lastly because charlie brooker wrote it. which should mean something to you. if it doesn't you are incomplete and should really work on getting a personality.

at last

thanks fuck mercy tits it's over.
the d&ad new creative entry kyle and i crafted to within an inch of its two-dimensional life is finally packaged and ready to be out of our lives. until loeries.

and here's the bubble-wrapped, brown-papered, trace-sleeved, cardboard-casketted, magic-taped bastard to prove it.

oddfuture

just another sub standard piece of work because im bored out of my skull thinking about the point of existing...

and i couldn't find one so i just needed to distract myself and waste approx 2 hours of work time.

justonemorethatididbro

i know that feel bro...

BITMAPSTER

grammar for byron

sometimes, the only way to learn something is to be taught a lesson.

WOAH!! DUDE!!

...drawing is awesome right now...

watch out who you insult

they might hear.



another ad i made. that an opinionated fattie on twitter is blaming for her body issues. in a roundabout, non-specific sorta way of course.

ridiculous hey, i know.

the bark side

normally i loathe anything that has anything to do with star wars. but i'll make an exception for anything with a pug in it.

bitching new lamy

can't resist gloating about this one. it's my new lamy joy fountain. and one of my veteran safaris.
now i can write like i own a lamy joy.



and here's some more bitchin' new stuff i got. from people i know. so it was free. and that's bitchin'.

i sometimes wonder

but then again i'm not a strike-while-the-iron's-hot kinda guy.

well maybe

post 100

a century. and it gets marked with the first real, from scratch tv ad i've ever made.

hope it doesn't make you whack the tele on mute and talk to everyone else in the room about how bad tv ads are. you predictable toss.



there is a director's cut. maybe i'll post it someday. it's a lot, shall we say, softer.

its friday

this was taken at my new place of work, the content bar.

its fucken nice here.

and pug friendly.